Showing posts with label The Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Cats. Show all posts

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Another trip to the ER

There is a picture of this, however I will spare the few readers of this blog any photos.  My baby kitty - Cagey, well he got caught in the soccer net today.  He was in there for several hours and the net cut off the circulation to his back legs.  While the kids and I were at Ethan's school carnival Mason found him.  He called the emergency vet and followed the instructions.  However when Cagey started to try to walk, he was dragging one foot pretty badly so off we went to the Kitty ER. 

No nerve damage, thank goodness, we got a couple of shots to make the swelling go down and we got some antibiotics due to him chewing on his foot and leg.  Pray for kitty!

Friday, November 9, 2007

A new house for me(ow)!


Look, the humans got me a new house. Unfortunately they are working on the ugliest paint job ever, someone take away those boys crayons!
Signed,
Mario, the cute and obnoxious one.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Turco the Shmurco


I have two cats, Zelda & Turco. Turco is a Manx and my troublemaker. He is an in-your-face kind of kitty. He is hyper, almost manic if you ask me. He has brought me snakes, mice, cicadas, cockroaches (It is so fun to open the backdoor and have the cat drop a roach at your feet.) and my favorite: an owl. Though the owl did survive after dropping it off at a avian rehabilitation center. I'm sure you're thinking - no birds? No he doesn't leave me any birds, he eats them. I have never wanted to hurl so much as I have when I walk up to the cat and he's chomping on some pour bird's body. I may blow just thinking about it.

My husband even saw the cat catch a bird twenty feet in the air. The cat ran up a tree and when the bird flew off, he jumped, caught the bird in his paws, put it in his mouth and landed on the ground and off he went to eat it. Well, I have to admit I have seen no strange animals around the house lately.

He also lives to sit behind my head and dig himself into my hair. I have very thick hair and when he gets his claws or teeth into it - it hurts. In fact, he just sharpened his claws on the rug and then ran across the suede sofa before ramming into the wall. I threw him out. Sometimes I think he's a pickle short of a deli plate.