Signs of improvement

TiGrr is breathing through his nose, again, and able to drink water directly from his bowl again. With his kitty flu, he was unable to do either for two and a half days. I'd been giving him water via an oral syringe, just to make sure he didn't get too dehydrated, and had left a steamy bathroom for him to use as a sauna. It seems to have worked.

Now, I only have to worry about secondary illnesses, bacteria, and such. But he's showing signs of being the scrapper I always saw in him, so maybe I'll be able to relax in a few days. But I'm still not taking any pix of him, since he doesn't have the apparent dignity he has worked so hard to develop these last few years, and I won't insult my sweet boy by showing his snot-caked face... I'll just mention it, instead. ;-)

A little worried about a little beastie

Actually, it's not just a little worry. TiGrr has influenza. He sneezed pretty much constantly the night before last, and now is suffering from congested sinuses, so he's breathing out of his mouth. He's not getting any food, and I'm giving him water/broth through an oral syringe.

He was a relatively healthy eleven-year-old before he was hit with this, so there seems to be less concern than if he were older, or had a history of other problems, but then, flu is highly contagious and we have two other kittehs in the house, both of whom have weight issues...

Still. A few prayers from believers might help Mr. Grr. they couldn't hurt.

Friday Catblog: Do not disturb

Maus has taken possession of my pillow.



I would raise complaint about it, but...


She doesn't look terribly open to negotiation.



For more beasties, don't forget to check out Modulator's Friday Ark # 222, and, on Sunday, swing by the CotC, this week to be hosted at Nikita's Place.

Lesson On a Caturday

I've been cleaning up images from a book dated roughly 1860-1880 (no copyright date, English publication) and converting the pages to postcards to share with friends at holidays, etc.

My own beasties have been, wisely, far away from me while I struggle with this project. Therefore, I bring you the only cat in proximity, this afternoon:



The Dog does notice her, too. And not in a traditional canine fashion, either.
Cue violins.

For more modern kittehs, etc., don't forget to visit Modulator's Friday Ark # 217, and, on Sunday evening, swint by the CotC, this week to be hosted at Artsy Catsy.

Friday Catblog: Who's leaving?

Who dat? Oh, it's the neighbor's kitteh, Oreo.


He was just Leaving...


Maple Leaving, that is.


He'll be heading over to Modulator, for Friday Ark #216, and on Sunday evening, he'll be at the CotC, this week to be hosted by Diamond-Emerald Eyes, et al., at House Panthers. You should check these guys out. Mrrrrowrr!

Friday Catblog: Coming back

I inadvertently took last week off from catblogging -- I was elbows-deep in a graphics project, and forgot about the lovely wee beasties until sometime around Tuesday morning.

Still, I do have fine feline company pretty much everywhere I go. At home, I have TiGrr, Peanut and Maus. Over here at Mom's, I am usually greeted by Piers Plowcat. Sometimes, he curls up on the cathouse shelf and waits for me to come to him, sometimes, as he did here, he rises and moves forward to have me acknowledge his feline nobility.


If he were a little less feral, he'd be Mom's lap pet. As it is, he's the recognized King of Momsporchistan, with all rights and privileges infurred.



For more lovely beasties, be sure to stop by Modulator's Friday Ark #215, and, on Sunday, don't miss the CotC, this weekend to be hosted at Chey's Place.

Friday Catblog: Dedicated To the One-Eyed Love

Each night before you go to sleep, my baby...


Whisper a little purr for me my baby.

Mr. Grr is only going to tolerate the flashy thing a very short while longer.


There are more animals to visit via Modulator's Friday Ark #213, and, on Sunday evening, at the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by Life From a Cat’s Perspective.

Friday Catblog: Forever in Blue Jeans

Not forever. Just every time I bring them back from laundering, Maus settles in on my denims. I've tried putting them in a closet (don't have one in my house), piling books on top of the basket (and then having them dumped on the floor) and creating a tower where the basket sits high above everything else. Maus still claims Queen of the Hill.

She's a regular terror in denim.

And she's not inclined to surrender her throne to anybody.

Me on pance, not putting pance on me.

I suppose I owe it all to clean living.

For more beasties, remember to swing by Modulator's Friday Ark #212, and, on Sunday, don't miss the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by the whole crew at Artsy Catsy My big Fat Orange Cat.

Friday Catblog: True love does not run smoothly

Oreo, one of the kittehs who live on the porch next door to Mom, found the dog bed Mom put out to dry in Momsporchistan, and he claimed it for himself.

Am I not the most beguiling of creatures?

Smoky, his porchmate, was not impressed.

Poor Oreo.

Rejected. Dejected.

It will be some time before he recovers.

Stay away from me while I am miserable.

Please, don't reject the other beguiling beasties at Modulator's Friday Ark #211, and, on Sunday, be sure to stop by the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by Kashim, Othello and Salome, too, at The Catboys' Realm.

Friday Catblog: Feline Fiesta

The wee beasties get to have their supper on a pretty blanket covered with flowers, with their water dished out in fiesta ware, when they're at Grammaw's.



At my house, it's terra cotta on an ugly, ink-stained and paint-bespeckled indoor/outdoor carpet. We don't take pix of that, to spare them the humiliation of being seen in so unbecoming a venue.


The best venue, however, is Modulator's Friday Ark #209, or, on Sundays, the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by Friends FurEver.

Friday Catblog: Maus has no need for Chee-Tos

Never mind the bagful of Chee-Tos you gots behind the flashy thing there, Ma.

I gots a sheetload of Mom-Toes to nosh.
Num num!

For more lovely, hungry beasts, be sure to stop by Modulator, for Friday Ark #208, and, on Sunday, swing on over to the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by Artsy Catsy.

Friday Catblog: How long will Peanut be followed?

She wants to know.

Cat can't get a lick of sunshine in my face 'thout somebody staring at my bee-yootifoo butt.


No more staring, 'k?


No, srsly, you gots to quit follerin' me an' staring.


I's goin sleeps. You goin 'way, k? nite nite. Go. Naow. Go.

Okay, we go to Modulator, for Friday Ark #207, and on Sunday we'll swing by the CotC, this week's scheduled host blog being Counting Cats. Must not miss either, or Peanut will be truly annoyed.

Friday Catblog: Kitty vacation pix

For two and a half weeks, Maus had nothing to worry about but the occasional bat flying past and the occasional hairball coming up. She and her siblings stayed in luxury, at Chez Grandparents, a tony spot not too far from home, a place complete with a dog to torment and lots of little fake mousies and other toys to toss about. The best part, though, was all the nice old smelly books she got to claim as her own.

The worst part was getting there and back. The little carrying case didn't muffle the noise of an automobile engine, and getting catnip at the end of the ride didn't really improve things too greatly.



Still, she seemed fully rested when we got home, and she's gone and brought me a couple of dismembered spiders, just to show she's not out of practice at the hunting thing...



For more beasties of all skill levels, don't forget to check out Modulator's Friday Ark #206, and, on Sunday evening, be sure to stop by the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by the crew at Artsy Catsy. Don't miss them!

Friday Catblog: Leapin' Legume!

Peanut thinks that, when she gets a chance, she's gonna run away and join the circus.
She's practicing jumping over stuff and pretending it's flaming hoops.

Of course, we all know that it's what's in a cat's mind that forms reality, right?


More real beasties can be seen via Modulator's Friday Ark #205, and, on Sunday evening, you can find lovely kitties at the CotC, this weekend hosted by Kashim & Othello, at the Catboys Realm.

Friday Catblog: Cowcat

Maus wanted in on the lolcat scene. Here she is.

Sometimes, I just kill me...

For more fine beasties, don't forget to visit Modulator's Friday Ark #204, and, on Sunday, be sure to check out the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by Skittles the Huntress, at The Whole Kitten Kaboodle.

Dogblog: Who watches the watchdog?

Clyde is standing lookout on Grampaw's garden. He's making sure no intruders mess with the place.

He has forgotten, however, about the possibility of intruders inside the house.

Maus has been keeping a close eye on Clyde.


I think she has a crush on him ;-)



Don't forget to visit Modulator for more beasties, at Friday Ark!

Friday Catblog: TiGrr says it's bed time

It's not quite Friday, yet – still a little over an hour to go – but Mr. Grr seems to think I shouldn't wait up for the new day.

After all, it is my anatomy which provides his with the soft, squishy bed he desires.

And so to bed.


If' you're up late (or looking in, in the morning) and one lonely little pic of Mr. Grr doesn't satisfy your need to see lots of beasties, be sure to stop by Modulator's Friday Ark #203, and, on Sunday evening, swing over to catch the CotC, this weekend to be hosted at Mind of Mog.

Friday Catblog: Hogging the bedding

Maus has moved in and taken over Clyde's spaces.

"Badges? We don't need no..."

Still, she'll vacate when Peanut tells her to.



Not that Peanut is going to share it with Clyde, either. She is, after all, still a cat.

For more lovely bedhogging beasties (and many others), don't forget to swing by Modulator for Friday Ark #202, and, on Sunday, check out the CotC, to be hosted this weekend by yesterday's birthday grrlkitty Samantha and her buddy Mr. Tigger, at Life From A Cat's Perspective.

Friday Catblog: Smoky atmosphere

It's not the fog coming in on little cat feet... it's the neighbor's cat, Smoky!

First he's doing his Monorail Cat impression, on the edge of Momsporchistan:


Followed by aerobics. With the same expression I have when people watch me doing my physical therapy exercises.



For the record, no, it's not a trick of the camera. His eyes are still two different colors. The brownish one is blind since the vet glued him back together after a car hit him.

For more lovely beasties, be sure to visit Modulator's Friday Ark #201, and, on Sunday evening, stop by the CotC, this weekend to be hosted at CatSynth.

Friday Catblog: How Maus got her name

Even though Maus has brought me little furry prezzies from time to time, from deep in the bowels of our century-old house, Athena actually got her nickname of Maus long before she became an indoor kitteh. The name has nothing to do with her hunting abilities. It comes from her kittenhood. Instead of meowing, she squeaks... and then, more importantly, there was the cartoon mouse painted on her back.


Some of my friends say they can't picture a rodent, so here is my best rendering, with a track-ball, as I see it:


Forgive the squiggliness. I used a track-ball because I think she ate the mouse.

For more beasties, all spots and stripes, be sure to stop by Modulator's Friday Ark #200, and, on Sunday, don't miss the CotC, this week to be hosted by Artsy Catsy.