Thelma and Louise have Eyelid Agenesis (the same condition our sweet True Bloods had last year) and Forgotten Felines needs to raise funds for surgery. Pass the word?
Later when we got home -we were gone about eight hours-we got the cold shoulder from all three pets for the rest of the night. Do yours ever do that? Spoiled brats!
Actually, ours seem to do the exact opposite – we walk in the door after being gone for a couple of hours, and they greet us with frantic meows, all wide-eyed like they thought we’d abandoned them. Especially Miz Poo – god help me if I have to be out of the house for part of the day due to appointments or errands. She loses her mind after about 30 minutes without any humans around!
Do you have AMC? Are you and Fred watching The Walking Dead? I had taped all of them and watched them this weekend. Excellent series-good horror but even better drama. Loved it!
We do have AMC, and we are watching The Walking Dead! We actually watched the second episode first, and were kind of “eh” about it. Then we went back and caught the first episode, and it was so good that I DEFINITELY wanted to see the rest of the season. Fred’s still not sure if he likes it, but I LOVE it. The gore is a little, uh, gory (go figure), but nothing I can’t handle.
I love your door mat–looks like the LL Bean waterhog. We don’t even have one now because one (or more) of the cats loves to pee on them…
It is, it’s this one. I got it when I was in Maine this summer, and since I have me an LL Bean Visa, I had it shipped home for free. I also got a couple of the waterhog place mats to put the water bowls in the kitten room on – and it’s saved the floor from more than one flood.
I’m only surprised that our cats haven’t peed on the door mat. Of course, now that I typed that, somewhere in the house Sugarbutt is all perked up like “You know where I haven’t peed yet? THE DOOR MAT!” and readying his bladder to do so.
Oh Robyn, you just have to see this. http://www.etsy.com/shop/ToScarboroughFair
Oh Lo, you KNOW I need at least one of every single hat she’s selling! (And as someone else pointed out, her cat model looks like a long-haired Mister Boogers!)
OH NO. Oh NO.
The “Crazy Cat Lady Action Figure” comes with **ONLY** SIX CATS.
I think that means I need to whittle my cat population down to six, no?
(I actually own that Crazy Cat Lady figure – she’s sitting on the shelf near my desk, looking like a loon. Whenever I feel frazzled, I look at her and think “Well, at least I don’t look THAT bad. Yet.”)
Question for you regarding cat allergies. About six months ago FatBoy began running at the nose. There has been snot EVERYWHERE! I have been covered in more mucous by this one cat than even my three human kiddos. It’s so bad that when he sneezes, we all jump and run like little girls because we don’t want to be hit by snot. Have any of your cats had this problem and if so, what do you do for it?
Mister Boogers, actually, had allergies in the Spring and Fall. We usually dealt with it by giving him half a tablet of Chlorphenaramine in the morning and then again at night if he needed it. It worked really well for us. We got our Chlorphenaramine at Walmart, in the pharmacy section, in the form of “Chlor-Tabs“. I think you’d find it in the cold/ allergy section. You get 100 tablets for less than $10, if I recall correctly.
(Standard disclaimer here about how you should check with your vet and not take the advice of some crazy lady on the internet.)
My bff Joanie is a NICU nurse partly because she adores babies and it allows her to always be around infants without having them herself. Do you think you are the same way with kittens? (Not that you can “have one”-but it lets you have some in the house).
You know, it’s always been my intention to get wee baby kittens, love on them, and then pass them along to their forever homes, but as I currently have seven cats within reach AND THAT’S NOT EVEN HALF THE NUMBER OF CATS IN THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW, I think I’m doin’ it wrong!
How much longer do you plan to pretend that Corbett and Rhyme aren’t official members of the Ander$on household? I mean, the rest of us know that they are, and we’re all very concerned about this denial in which you’re living. Isn’t it time to fully embrace the gorgeous gray kitty goodness? 😉
BLAHLALALALALALAL I can’t heaaaaaaar youuuuuuuuuuuuu!
Besides, see the next comment.
Oh – and when I win the lottery, I will be sending a car ’round to pick up Corbie and Rhyme and whisk them to my home in Canoodlia, thankyouverymuch. They are two handsome little devils!
Then I guess I’d better hang onto them for you until that happens. 🙂
OMG, Robyn, you are a SAINT. I only have two cats. TWO. I scoop poop on a daily basis and I don’t know if these fuckers are inviting in every neighborhood cat while I’m at work to have a poop in their pan or what. Or they are having chili during the day, I don’t know. All I know is you are a SAINT to clean as much poop as you do. AND I am only picking up grown cat, solid poop, not kitten runny poop. Nor do I then have to cleanse said kitten. Two cats. One pan. Inches from the toilet where I flush the poop. Me = has it made. You = SAINT.
Anyway, I think of you every day while I am scooping poop. And I admire your fortitude!!
Oh, I’m not a SAINT (though “Saint Robyn” does have a nice ring to it. Patron saint of crazy cat ladies, obv.) This is how I think of it – you know how on Survivor, they have to spend 39 days out in the wilderness, starving to death and putting up with annoying people (GOD, NaOnka, could you be more self-centered and annoying and hateful?) and eating nothing but rice and listening to blowhards babble, and at the end of those 39 days they might win a million dollars?
Putting up with scooping out litter boxes three times a day, bathing poop-covered kittens, and scrubbing poop off the floor is my 39 days of Survivor and the (eventually) healthy kittens is my million dollar reward. Well, except that I have to scoop, bathe, and scrub every day, and those slackers on Survivor seem to spend a lot of time spazzing out about who’s going to vote for which idiot and whether there’s going to be a blindside and they get cool rewards and I… mostly deal in poop.
But my reward is kitten snuggles, and I’ll take my reward over theirs any day.
(I encourage y’all thinking of me every time you scoop your litter boxes, by the way. It gives me the warm fuzzies. Heh!)
Is Marcia the only calico in the Bunch? And golly, Corbie is ridiculously handsome.
She is! The rest of them are either brown tabby (Greg and Peter) or mostly white with brown tabby patches (Jan, Bobby, Cindy).
cute kittys! but in the Brady Bunch its odd to our ears that Marsha is spelt Marcia (MaCEEuh as we pronounce it) they are 2 different names! that always confused me….
When I put collars on the Brady kittens before I took them to the vet to be tested, Fred saw Marcia’s collar and mocked me for spelling it incorrectly. Why on earth he would ever think that I don’t know how to spell Marcia Brady’s name given my love of all things Brady, I do not know. All I know is that’s how the creators of the show spelled it, so for a large part of my life I thought “Marcia” was pronounced “Marsha” and only came to realize there was a different pronunciation as an adult. I think someone better take it up with Sherwood Schwartz!
Those poor little babes with diarrhea! My poor boy (the one Buster reminds me of) is at the vet’s right now on a drip and antibiotics; he has had diarrhea for a few days and got very dehydrated. And he is a strapping great, otherwise bursting with vitality, nearly 3 year old. How I WISH I had took him to the vet yesterday! What I’m wondering is, how do these tiny babies manage not to get dehydrated when my huge boy did? Is it because they have wet food? He only has dry food, even though he’s probably not eaten much.
You know, even though they all (except for Cindy) had bad diarrhea, they all continued to eat and drink really well. They never got dehydrated, and we’re definitely lucky that they didn’t! I have never given fluids subcutaneously to kittens, and though I’m sure I’ll have to eventually, I’d rather not start by having to do it with six little kittens!
(I do remember that episode. Does that age me?)
I don’t think it does! I was actually only a year old when The Brady Bunch premiered, and I’m pretty sure I never saw a single episode of it when it was originally airing. All my Brady Bunch viewing came from reruns when I was a bit older, and I’m going to assume the same for you. 🙂
Guess who’s feeling SO MUCH BETTER, and in fact are now released from their cage into general population all the live-long day?
Our wee Bobby and Jan Brady, that’s who! I let them out of their cage yesterday morning, and they spent the day out and about with their brothers and sisters. Until mid-afternoon, there were no accidents, and even that one accident could have been prevented if I’d put Jan in the litter box when I walked into the room. Once I convinced her that no, Jan, you really DO need to use the litter box, she did, and there were no more accidents. I’d say they aren’t 100% – their litterbox leavings aren’t what they oughta be – but they’re doing SO much better than they were this time last week.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the diarrhea actually goes away in a few more days. That would make me very happy – and I imagine that the kittens would be THRILLED to have me no longer running around after then with baby wipes to wipe their behinds. Oh, you should SEE the looks I get from them! (Believe me – I’d be perfectly thrilled to not to do it, too!)
Marcia and Greg, contemplating a nap.
Clockwise from the brown tabby: Peter, Bobby, Marcia, Jan.
Sweet miss Jan.
Left to right: Bobby, Peter, Cindy, Jan, Greg, Marcia.
Bobby, having finished his own plate, moves on down the line to see what everyone else has.
Greg.
Cindy, half standing in her plate. The better to protect it from Bobby.
Tommy in his garbage can. It was actually raining out, but rain does not bother our Tom. He’d live outside 24/7 if he had his choice!
Previously
2009: I calls him “SnuffleFLOOFaGus.”
2008: I’m off to get my boobs squooshed!
2007: Sitting in the portal, waiting for the mother ship to arrive.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: Meester Boogers howled even more forlornly.
2003: I’ll be ONE OF THOSE FUCKING PEOPLE WHO WALKS AROUND SMELLING LIKE CAT PEE WITHOUT KNOWING IT!
2002: Lay on it!
2001: Fred smiled his asshole smile.
2000: No entry.
1999: No entry.