Those two…
Tag: cats
psycho-kitty growing up
psycho-kitty is a menace
You can’t walk a straight line without kicking her in the head or scissoring her in half. The dog can’t do anything right without being growled and hissed at. But she’s cute.
Look who’s coming out and being social (and a trip hasard)
She’s still growling, spitting and hissing at Byron, but otherwise, she’s now a complete attention whore.
When your cat has an emotional support hamster
psycho-kitty, qu’est-ce que c’est
We can’t call her kitten of Doom because Reenie had that TM’ed, so psycho-kitty it is for now. Once she’s realized that hissing doesn’t do shit, she actually turns into a fusspot. Katy thinks that one night we’ll just find her sleeping on our face or something.
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
With lots and lots of patience.
NEW KITTEN ALERT!! (Potentially) ((Probably))
If all goes as we’re thinking it will go, this feisty little lady will come live with us from January. Name still to be resolved (but must be Russian).
19 years ago…
End of an era
We are now catless. Tolstoy, the patriarch, the grumpy bastard, has passed. He’d been declining in the past weeks, with more yowled confusion, wobbling, vomiting and now using our bed as a litter tray. It was the right decision, at the right time, for the right reasons. It’s what’s best for him right now. That’s what I keep repeating to myself.
He was almost 18. He’d been hit by a car and had his jaw and pelvis broken. He survived a herniated diaphragm, peritonitis, pancreatitis, and a chronic heart murmur. He racked up 5-digit vet bills over the years. At one point, the vet told us we’d be lucky to have him for 6 months. That was 10 years ago.
Stubborn git.
I’m going to miss him.