4 posts tagged “cats”

What have I done!

Checking out the equality score card to find out if GLBT citizens in my state are second class citizens, I got a shock (not a huge one...but still...)

I have taken you, my Trentie, from a state with a 4.0 score (out of six) to one of the three worst states in the union with a score of 0.5 Ohio is in the company of only Idaho & Mississippi...we're behind Alabama fer Buddha's sake!

How does your state fare?

http://www.equalitygiving.org/States-of-Equality-and-Gay-Rights-Scorecard

(Oh, and it doesn't matter if you pick the state I actually took him from: Massachusettes or the state of his birth: Maine...both have that 4.0 score).

Sigh...

I need a laugh...here:

Thanks to Heather who had this on her Vox & it made me larf so hard...since we live it every morning...minus the bat, though I do have recurring headaches lately, hmmm.

3:45 am ... we're awakened to the sounds of what we think was a cat barfing...or trying to.

Bruegel our 17 year old was on her side and panting. In my panicked state, I thought she stopped breathing a couple times, but when Trent made an unexpected sound in the hallway...she startled at it...The cats got new flea collars yesterday & we thought that was what caused the problem--I took hers off immediately. Trent found a 24 hour vet. And off we went. He insisted on driving (though he hates to drive at night & wouldn't you know it's the foggiest day of the year so far!). Trent wanted me to talk to Bruegie on the trip which was a good idea; she minds car rides less than her brother, but they aren't tops of her list of exciting morning activities. After passing it once, we found the place.

Surley receptionist checked us in.

Gay Bear technician checked out the cat who now seemed perfectly healthy (except for a low temperature--just like me!) She was all purrs...so much so they couldn't do one of the tests.

No-nonsense vet asked some questions...and Trent mentioned the new food too. Some new "healthy" stuff from Purina that Bruegie really liked...the vet, of course didn't know which of the new things it was...but suggested a bath, a shot, and some pills.

Home through the fog...and by the time we got there--Bruegie seemed completely normal.

Sigh. I'm happy for that, believe me...but stress, we don't need!

So the cat seems OK. I dumped the rest of that medicine (Medicam--don't give it to your cat!) and she is back to normal...hopefully her kidneys will stay that way!

The Jeep had some support issues & cost a nifty $430. But it doesn't knock any more.

The Wheel of Darkness (Special Agent Pendergast)

The painting is done & at least the basement stairs looks good...bathroom ceiling is tolerable. Sigh.

I am reading a good bigboy book:

AND we saw a GREAT movie over the weekend. It might not be your cup of tea. And, well it's obviously a movie I dragged Trent to...but "Spiderwick Chronicles" was relly good. It was a really nice interpretation of the books--not the story exactly, but very fun! Freddie Highmore was very acomplished playing two roles (twins). His accent only slipped a time or two...Joan Plowright didn't even attempt the American accent, but can't say anything bad about her! :-) Bottomline is, it is well worth your time.

The Spiderwick Chronicles [Theatrical Release]

Our big male cat, Banjo, was basically brought up in the ways of catness by Bruegel our 15-year-old, tiny female. Banjo was a miniscule (large-pawed) baby when we got him from SICSA (no-kill shelter) six years ago. He was completely cat-clueless, and we still harbor suspicions that he was a dog in his last life. We're pretty sure he knows he and Bruegel are the same kind of person...He sees her eat cheese (she is also known as "The Cheese Monger") and tries it for himself. He prefers crackers and bread thus earning the nickname "Carbo Cat" for himself. He sees her hiding in the sock drawer (another of her secret identities is "Sock Goblin") and he tries to fit his bulk into the same drawer. Banjo's secret identity is now "The acolyte" or "Babyman" or "Baby Moose" (sorry to Trent's Cousin Beth for this last...she understands).

Unlike his "sister" Banjo sleeps on his back, vaults into the air while "playing paperwad," and runs for cover when he hears human voices other than ours. His most endearing antic? When I leave the shower each morning, he sits on the mat and stares at me. He'll sit back on his haunches and wait. If I don't give him what he wants, he sometimes meows...however, he will always lift his paws up and stroke his own cheeks--he's showing me what he wants me to do. (I know there are scent glands there...so he's claiming me because I have had the audacity to wash off the Banjo scent...) He also regularly begs to go outside...never unsupervised..so that he can sit under the lilac & lick lilac dirt. Recently he's started eating grass because--you guessed it--he saw Miss Brueg doing it.

That is, in fact the only thing she'll do on her sojourns outside--eat grass until she urps. She has, however, played one game her entire life. Fifteen years ago, she came to me with a white fur mouse on a stick. She learned to chase it--in a circle...sometimes until she fell over, often until she woozily walks away overcome by dizziness. She also bestows Bruegie kisses (licks) and seems totally unaware that she has claws. Here are our furry keepers:

Bruegel's tongue often escapes her mouth. And, yes, Banjo is asleep in both of these photos.

You can check out the end of the previous entry for another picture of Miss Brueg (AKA Madame Pink Nose, Bruegel Anne, Bruegelinda, Bruegie...she prefers Empress of Everything).