Hi, hi, hi! Hi! Can you hear me? Huh? I don't know if you can, but the big noisy thing that calls itself the human says you can, so I'm excited enough that I'm gonna talk even if you can't. This is soooooooo neat that I can talk to other cats! Are some of you kittens, hmmm?? I'm a kitten and I'm called Phoebe and I live with more of the big noisy things that pick me up and cuddle me and feed me and play with me and walk at me so as I have to run away super fast so that their big paws don't step on me. Some of you other kittens might be ascared of them, but I'm not cuz I'm super brave. i do run away but that's just so that they won't step on me rather than because I'm afraid. I'm black and white, and I'm a big girl now! So big that I can even whap the little noisy yappy thing the big things call a Pepper or a dog or a "be quiet, you" depending on what kind of mood they're in. She's jealous of me and she bites me cuz even though she's small, I was smaller than her for a long time cuz I'm still only a baby kitten really, but now I'm big enough that I can smack her with my paws and she sometimes runs away. I did it today when she tryed to eat my food.
Today was a special day for the big noisy things. They call it Christmas. I call it a good idea. Why? Because there was a big bird thing that they left on the table and I got to eat it. Least, I tried to, but the big noisy thing that the smaller ones call mummy kept pushing me off when I tried. The third time, she even smacked my poor nose! I kept trying though.
Christmas is a scary time. it's when lots of the big noisy things come together and make a lot of noise to each other and they also bring boxes with them covered in paper. that makes noise too when they tear it off. I wasn't sure what to make of it all. I spent my time by either hiding out under one of the kitchen chairs or running around like crazy attacking everything that I laid eyes on! It was fun! Scary, but fun.
Then the big noisy thing that calls itself a human came. She arrived with two other big noisy things, one of whom I think you folks know as the HGG, and the other who is a family friend. They had all come to eat the bird and lots of other things, but they weren't interesting for cats, so I don't member what they were. Sorry, but I'm still small so my memory isn't too good yet. Sorry. The human called the mummy noisy thing her auntie, and the small noisy things her cousins, but I don't know what this means. Anyway, when she sat down, I ignored her totally, but it wasn't long before she scooped me up. I didn't know what she wanted. The noisy things I live with are very noisy, and they never sit still for long, so I'm not used to having lots of lap time sept in the evenings, so I didn't sit with her long. In fact, when she was tickling me, I even bited her... Hard. She told me off the first time, but I didn't listen. Even I know that big noisy things are silly enough that I can get away with biting them, cuz they think it is only a game, so I did it again. Then I got the shock of my life. It did something that I didn't know noisy things knew how to do! It put the mammacat grab on my neck and cuffed me! It didn't hurt, but I was so surprised that I bited it again, just to make sure I'd actually really seen that it knew how to do this. It did it again! I couldn't believe it! It was exactly how my mummycat used to tell me she'd had enough, so I didn't bite the human any more. I got quietly down off her lap with good manners instead of biting my way free, then runned away and bited shoe laces instead. They didn't scruff me or cuff me, so I decided they'd be more fun to bite instead.
The big noisy things got quiet for a while after that while they ate the bird. Then they all sat back and rubbed their tummies and said they'd eaten too much. I was glad to hear it. Means there would be some left for me! But they wouldn't give me any! I was so cross that I stayed in the kitchen when they all went into the living room. I'll admit that part of me wanted to watch the bird to make sure there was none that would suddenly appear for me, but it never did.
While I was sleeping on the chair though, the big noisy human came out and picked me up. I remembered what had happened earlier and went nice and still in her hands as a kitten should when it is picked up by a mummycat, but she sat down with me and tickled and cuddled and scratched me. She did this when there was no other big noisy things around, and this was so strange for me that I actually let her snuggle me. It was kinda strange but kinda good at the same time. I thinked I liked it, so even though I runned away, I let her pick me up again when another few noisy things were there. I even purred for her and rubbed her hand with my face. But I didn't stay long. I'm just not sure about cuddling yet, sept when I am tired and want to go for sleepies on a warm big noisy thing. Then they're Ok.
While I was cuddling with the human, I sensed she was a little sad, but as I don't know her all that well, I didn't ask about it. I'm not sure I care either. I know that sounds rude, but really, I don't know her. All I know is that she had a bit of a rough Christmas. It ended better than it started, but it wasn't an easy day at all for her. I thought about licking her when I heard this, but just sniffed the ham smell on her fingers instead. Hope that was enough comfort. Then I runned away and fighted with the Pepper dog thing, just for fun.
So that was my day and it was long and it was exciting and it was scary and I think I like the human noisy big thing but I'm not sure, and I think I like cuddles but I'm not sure either, and I am surprised that the human knows the mummycat grab and I don't think I will bite her any more cuz it's not fun to bite her. Now I want some birdy. I'm gonna crawl on the table again and see if I can find any even though I know I'm not sposed to and I might make the big noisy things make a lot of noise (they call it shouting) cuz I'm up there. It's fun tormenting big noisy things!
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Friday, 24 December 2010
Christmas Eve!
This will be a joint post from me and the human. I decided that I couldn't let her write alone on Christmas eve, so here I am.
It's been a quiet few days without the human here. Dogman is good, but he doesn't talk to me as much as she does. he's fun to follow though. The human says this is a good sign. I follow her around, so she thinks cuz I follow him it means I like him. What she doesn't seem to consider is that he's interesting to watch, that's all.
Some strange things happened today. For one, Dogface came back when she wasn't sposed to. Apparently, Dogman's mummypeople's daddypeople (so, Dogman's grandad) got rushed back to hospital. He's not very well anyway, but they were hoping he'd be Ok over Christmas. This meant that the mummypeople had to leave in a hurry to go see him, so Dogface got to come stay with me and Dogman. This meant some rearranging though. My foods and my box were out in the open, and if they were left there, Dogface would have gone scavenging. I'm not going to go into details of what she takes from the box. It's too disgusting for Christmas eve, but she eats all my foods too, so Dogman had to move them. This meant I went up in the world though, as I now have a whole room all to myself that Dogface can't get into. It has my foods and my box in there, and even a massive soft flat thing called a massage table for me to lie on. The door only has a little gap in it so I can get in and out but Dogface can't. Hah! So I can have my stinky goodness in peace! The human isn't so pleased that we won't all be separated though. She consoles herself with the fact that she tried.
Dogman's tree is very, very interesting. I keep considering really whapping one of the dangly things, but I'm too much of a ladycat to go attacking things. Instead, I stand up on my back legs and grab them with my front. My human has another one of her word pictures of me for you.
I heard a bit of a rumpus coming from the tree. Dogman has a lot of very expensive glass ornaments which, after heeding my advice, he hung nice and high, so although I knew she could only get at the plastic ones, I was worried about her potentially pulling the tree over. When I got to her, I found a ladycat with fluff on end which means she's in high play mode, and tail a-quiver. There she was with her two hind paws planted squarely on the carpet. Her two front ones weren't there though. They were stretched right up and holding onto one of the biggest baubles. She just held it there rather like you or I would hold a mug between our hands to warm them. Her head was down and she was sniffing like crazy as though she couldn't quite work out what this strange thing was. She was like a little statue until I lifted my hands, then the whapping started. Discovering that the ball stayed fixed to the branch though, she let out the most disgusted sounding meow, gave the offending item an almighty swipe, then pelted away from the tree as though it had bitten her. She sprinted to the other end of the house, then came tearing back like her tail was on fire.
Human, I only ran away to get a ping pong ball. They're much better. They roll. Stupid tree.
While my day has been relatively quiet, the human's has been hectic. She's been wrapping and distributing presents all day. Even though she didn't go out to other peoples' houses to wrap presents, lots of them came to see her and the HGG. She got to see the youngest humankitten in the family. He is only two years old, and it's funny cuz as soon as he saw her, he went crazy. He is deaf too, so instead of making the talk noise at him, she waved and made a big smiley face. He let out a big squeal and ran at her, right past the HGG, dived on her and gave her a big, sticky fat hug. His mummypeople says she's never seen him do that with anyone before. The human was pleased. I don't know why though. Little stickies pull your hair and put slobber on you and they're so noisy!
It's only 20 minutes till Christmas, and the human says the last visitor has only just left. She always gets up with the babies to see them open their santa presents, so there won't be much sleep for her. The HGg is very tired from all the visiting, and hasn't been too well today anyway, so she's going to have to put her to bed too and get her settled before she can sleep. Then once the kitten presents are done, it's time for her to open hers. Sadly, Dogman hasn't bought me or Dogface anything to open. I'm disappointed, but the human says that I shouldn't be. She says all the stuff she bought for Santa Paws initially will be mine, as we couldn't send it in our package after I got sick again, just in case Mr Bug had stowed away while we weren't looking. Plus we will have our own Santa Paws package when we get back from Hannah and Lucy, and we have the toys from the Kazba Kitten too. Oh, it's so exciting! But I want something now. The human says she'll tell Dogman to give me extra stinky goodness, but it's not quite the same. We don't know if we mentioned before, but we sent our Santa Paws package out way earlier this week, and we can only hope that it's reached the recipient on time!
The only thing that remains is for me and the human to wish you all a very, very merry Christmas. Thank you all for being with us over the last few months. we know they haven't been easy, what with us all complaining about being sick and all. We hope you all get everything that you want from Santa Paws or santa clause if you're a people, or santa claws if you're a cat who prefers the paw of guidance with claws extended. Either way, we hope you all have a peaceful and happy day tomorrow with lots of food and love and time with those nearest and dearest. I feel it only propper to remind the peoples that stinky goodness should not be rationed on this day of giving. It would be mean to do so! Also, laps should be available at all times for cuddling in, even if you see sitting still as an inconvenience. The turkey is for our consumption, so please don't be frustrated if we eat first. We promise we'll leave some for you.
It's been a quiet few days without the human here. Dogman is good, but he doesn't talk to me as much as she does. he's fun to follow though. The human says this is a good sign. I follow her around, so she thinks cuz I follow him it means I like him. What she doesn't seem to consider is that he's interesting to watch, that's all.
Some strange things happened today. For one, Dogface came back when she wasn't sposed to. Apparently, Dogman's mummypeople's daddypeople (so, Dogman's grandad) got rushed back to hospital. He's not very well anyway, but they were hoping he'd be Ok over Christmas. This meant that the mummypeople had to leave in a hurry to go see him, so Dogface got to come stay with me and Dogman. This meant some rearranging though. My foods and my box were out in the open, and if they were left there, Dogface would have gone scavenging. I'm not going to go into details of what she takes from the box. It's too disgusting for Christmas eve, but she eats all my foods too, so Dogman had to move them. This meant I went up in the world though, as I now have a whole room all to myself that Dogface can't get into. It has my foods and my box in there, and even a massive soft flat thing called a massage table for me to lie on. The door only has a little gap in it so I can get in and out but Dogface can't. Hah! So I can have my stinky goodness in peace! The human isn't so pleased that we won't all be separated though. She consoles herself with the fact that she tried.
Dogman's tree is very, very interesting. I keep considering really whapping one of the dangly things, but I'm too much of a ladycat to go attacking things. Instead, I stand up on my back legs and grab them with my front. My human has another one of her word pictures of me for you.
I heard a bit of a rumpus coming from the tree. Dogman has a lot of very expensive glass ornaments which, after heeding my advice, he hung nice and high, so although I knew she could only get at the plastic ones, I was worried about her potentially pulling the tree over. When I got to her, I found a ladycat with fluff on end which means she's in high play mode, and tail a-quiver. There she was with her two hind paws planted squarely on the carpet. Her two front ones weren't there though. They were stretched right up and holding onto one of the biggest baubles. She just held it there rather like you or I would hold a mug between our hands to warm them. Her head was down and she was sniffing like crazy as though she couldn't quite work out what this strange thing was. She was like a little statue until I lifted my hands, then the whapping started. Discovering that the ball stayed fixed to the branch though, she let out the most disgusted sounding meow, gave the offending item an almighty swipe, then pelted away from the tree as though it had bitten her. She sprinted to the other end of the house, then came tearing back like her tail was on fire.
Human, I only ran away to get a ping pong ball. They're much better. They roll. Stupid tree.
While my day has been relatively quiet, the human's has been hectic. She's been wrapping and distributing presents all day. Even though she didn't go out to other peoples' houses to wrap presents, lots of them came to see her and the HGG. She got to see the youngest humankitten in the family. He is only two years old, and it's funny cuz as soon as he saw her, he went crazy. He is deaf too, so instead of making the talk noise at him, she waved and made a big smiley face. He let out a big squeal and ran at her, right past the HGG, dived on her and gave her a big, sticky fat hug. His mummypeople says she's never seen him do that with anyone before. The human was pleased. I don't know why though. Little stickies pull your hair and put slobber on you and they're so noisy!
It's only 20 minutes till Christmas, and the human says the last visitor has only just left. She always gets up with the babies to see them open their santa presents, so there won't be much sleep for her. The HGg is very tired from all the visiting, and hasn't been too well today anyway, so she's going to have to put her to bed too and get her settled before she can sleep. Then once the kitten presents are done, it's time for her to open hers. Sadly, Dogman hasn't bought me or Dogface anything to open. I'm disappointed, but the human says that I shouldn't be. She says all the stuff she bought for Santa Paws initially will be mine, as we couldn't send it in our package after I got sick again, just in case Mr Bug had stowed away while we weren't looking. Plus we will have our own Santa Paws package when we get back from Hannah and Lucy, and we have the toys from the Kazba Kitten too. Oh, it's so exciting! But I want something now. The human says she'll tell Dogman to give me extra stinky goodness, but it's not quite the same. We don't know if we mentioned before, but we sent our Santa Paws package out way earlier this week, and we can only hope that it's reached the recipient on time!
The only thing that remains is for me and the human to wish you all a very, very merry Christmas. Thank you all for being with us over the last few months. we know they haven't been easy, what with us all complaining about being sick and all. We hope you all get everything that you want from Santa Paws or santa clause if you're a people, or santa claws if you're a cat who prefers the paw of guidance with claws extended. Either way, we hope you all have a peaceful and happy day tomorrow with lots of food and love and time with those nearest and dearest. I feel it only propper to remind the peoples that stinky goodness should not be rationed on this day of giving. It would be mean to do so! Also, laps should be available at all times for cuddling in, even if you see sitting still as an inconvenience. The turkey is for our consumption, so please don't be frustrated if we eat first. We promise we'll leave some for you.
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Human Update
Hi there. The human here. Apologies in advance if this post is a bit disjointed, but I'm so tired that I can hardly work out how to type propperly!
I'm pleased to tell you that I got home yesterday. It took many delays and set backs, but I got there in the end. Hurray! Everybody was so happy to see me and I was over the moon to be home with them all. I spent what remained of last night and a lot of today running round to see everyone. I also picked up one or two last minute bits of shopping. Tomorrow will be a day of baking and wrapping and business.
Christmas eve around here is always incredibly hectic, but this year, rather than having a huge family get together, many of us are splitting into much smaller groups and doing our own things. I'm curious to see how it will work.
So, I'm home, and I'm happy. Miss Tia is cosying up to Dogman and seems happy enough, or so he says. I'm missing her already though!
I'm pleased to tell you that I got home yesterday. It took many delays and set backs, but I got there in the end. Hurray! Everybody was so happy to see me and I was over the moon to be home with them all. I spent what remained of last night and a lot of today running round to see everyone. I also picked up one or two last minute bits of shopping. Tomorrow will be a day of baking and wrapping and business.
Christmas eve around here is always incredibly hectic, but this year, rather than having a huge family get together, many of us are splitting into much smaller groups and doing our own things. I'm curious to see how it will work.
So, I'm home, and I'm happy. Miss Tia is cosying up to Dogman and seems happy enough, or so he says. I'm missing her already though!
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Tortureshell: Birds
How, you might ask, am I able to do a Tortureshell in such a short time after coming to live at Dogman's place? I wish, friends, that I could tell you I was so good at tortureshelling that I can just pull them from nowhere, but unfortunately, it takes even me a little time to judge the best angle of mischief. No, this time, our Tortureshell is to do with the human and her bird. Let me tell you all about it.
She drove to the airport (this is the name of the place where the plane birds are coaxed in to land and eat) with Dogman and Mark who had agreed to take her cuz it was still very snowy and trains might not be running. They got there with only a few minutes to spare before check in closed, but were relieved that someone was still taking the bags from them. The flight, apparently, would still run, but with a two and a half hour delay. They went and got some food and took it easy for a little while. Then the peoples who help my human at the airport came and got her and they went through security. Then followed some waiting, and some more waiting, and then just a little bit more. Just five minutes before her bird was supposed to eat her and leave, the airport announced that it was closing due to bad weather. Her bird refused to take off, and refused to eat my human. He said it was cuz he didn't want to fly with the belly ache of her really heavy suitcase. he also said the sandwich she ate made her just too heavy to cope with. I can understand this. I mean, we cats are better than any bird, and I dont' think any of my friends could lift my human. There's just too much of her!
Because the bird wouldn't fly, my human had to come back home and book to take a new bird. The peoples who booked it (the airline, she calls them) offered to put her in a hotel, but she was worried about it. There were lots of peoples staying there due to the cancellations, and that would mean staff being stretched. normally, she knows staff are happy to help her get things like food, but she didn't want to chance it. The airline paid for a taxi back home for her. And here she stayed.
I must say, I was mighty surprised to have her walk in the door at dark AM on Tuesday morning, but I made the most of it. I even went so far as to give her some of my body heat to warm her up. She was so cold when she got back in! She stayed all day yesterday, but she says that her bird will be waiting for her again today, so she has to go back to the airport and try again. I half hope he won't eat her again, cuz then I get to have her for longer, but I know she wants to see her family, so I'm torn. She got really sad yesterday when her and Dogman went down town to pick up our things for Secret Paws and post them cuz it was all Christmasy and she couldn't help thhinking she might not get home. These weather conditions are set to last till the day after Christmas. Then this morning she logged on to Facebook, and saw this from one of the youngest children in the family.
Carly, when are you coming? I'm fed up waiting for you here. I want you to come home. I won't open a single gift till you get here. I promise.
This from a humankitten that normally is the first downstairs on Christmas morning. She does like to open the things slowly though, and she always does it right in front of the human so that she can show her every little thing she gets. She's a very thoughtful little girl, and is one of the family's deaf babies (deafness runs in the human's family as well as the blindness). This baby had a Coclear implant (we don't know if that's spelled right!) at three years old which meant she had to learn to talk at that age. the human was still at home then, so taught her a lot of language herself. Once she learned, she never shut up, and would talk just for the sake of hearing herself, but the human knew how important language acquisition was as early as possible, so she talked back as much as she could. We think it was because the human rarely asked her to be quiet that the little one gravitated towards her, but she's always been close, and is usually the noisiest one at harping on and on and on "Mummy, mummy, mummy, Carly's home. Can we go to granny's and see her mummy? Can we? Muuuuuuuuum!" That quoted to the human by her mummy on Tuesday morning at 6 AM when she thought my human had made it home. Needless to say, it wasn't the mummy's idea of the perfect wake up call. The human got real, real runny eyes when she read what the humankitten had said though, so I think it's best for her health if she does make it home for Christmas. I don't want a sick eyed human on my hands. The risk isn't worth it. If it keeps her from the vet, then I'll make the sacrifice.
In other news, the Catnip Lounge crew are having a commentathon today in honour, once again, of Chrystal and her cats. I'm having real net trouble this morning, so I can't go and visit the Catnip gang. I know they read though, so please, if you don't mind, could you consider my mention of you on the blog as my comment in the commentathon? Also, if one of the others who posts for the blog could find a link and insert it, I'd be most grateful. I'd make the human do it, but the man in the box is being rude this morning and isn't talking to her and telling her all the things she needs to know. She doesn't know why, but doesn't have the time to pull him out and give him a good talking to either, as she needs to get ready for flying again.
In one last bit, thank you so much, Praline, for embedding my videos for me, and for Tori who suggested a way to do it. I'll try that next time. I can't remember who it was said they hadn't done snow angels since being ten, and the talking man won't let us check either, but I'm glad that you, at least, are more sensible than my human. When I mentioned this to her, she only said, "But Tia, I'd never made a snow angel before and wanted to try it." Stupidity? I rest my case.
She drove to the airport (this is the name of the place where the plane birds are coaxed in to land and eat) with Dogman and Mark who had agreed to take her cuz it was still very snowy and trains might not be running. They got there with only a few minutes to spare before check in closed, but were relieved that someone was still taking the bags from them. The flight, apparently, would still run, but with a two and a half hour delay. They went and got some food and took it easy for a little while. Then the peoples who help my human at the airport came and got her and they went through security. Then followed some waiting, and some more waiting, and then just a little bit more. Just five minutes before her bird was supposed to eat her and leave, the airport announced that it was closing due to bad weather. Her bird refused to take off, and refused to eat my human. He said it was cuz he didn't want to fly with the belly ache of her really heavy suitcase. he also said the sandwich she ate made her just too heavy to cope with. I can understand this. I mean, we cats are better than any bird, and I dont' think any of my friends could lift my human. There's just too much of her!
Because the bird wouldn't fly, my human had to come back home and book to take a new bird. The peoples who booked it (the airline, she calls them) offered to put her in a hotel, but she was worried about it. There were lots of peoples staying there due to the cancellations, and that would mean staff being stretched. normally, she knows staff are happy to help her get things like food, but she didn't want to chance it. The airline paid for a taxi back home for her. And here she stayed.
I must say, I was mighty surprised to have her walk in the door at dark AM on Tuesday morning, but I made the most of it. I even went so far as to give her some of my body heat to warm her up. She was so cold when she got back in! She stayed all day yesterday, but she says that her bird will be waiting for her again today, so she has to go back to the airport and try again. I half hope he won't eat her again, cuz then I get to have her for longer, but I know she wants to see her family, so I'm torn. She got really sad yesterday when her and Dogman went down town to pick up our things for Secret Paws and post them cuz it was all Christmasy and she couldn't help thhinking she might not get home. These weather conditions are set to last till the day after Christmas. Then this morning she logged on to Facebook, and saw this from one of the youngest children in the family.
Carly, when are you coming? I'm fed up waiting for you here. I want you to come home. I won't open a single gift till you get here. I promise.
This from a humankitten that normally is the first downstairs on Christmas morning. She does like to open the things slowly though, and she always does it right in front of the human so that she can show her every little thing she gets. She's a very thoughtful little girl, and is one of the family's deaf babies (deafness runs in the human's family as well as the blindness). This baby had a Coclear implant (we don't know if that's spelled right!) at three years old which meant she had to learn to talk at that age. the human was still at home then, so taught her a lot of language herself. Once she learned, she never shut up, and would talk just for the sake of hearing herself, but the human knew how important language acquisition was as early as possible, so she talked back as much as she could. We think it was because the human rarely asked her to be quiet that the little one gravitated towards her, but she's always been close, and is usually the noisiest one at harping on and on and on "Mummy, mummy, mummy, Carly's home. Can we go to granny's and see her mummy? Can we? Muuuuuuuuum!" That quoted to the human by her mummy on Tuesday morning at 6 AM when she thought my human had made it home. Needless to say, it wasn't the mummy's idea of the perfect wake up call. The human got real, real runny eyes when she read what the humankitten had said though, so I think it's best for her health if she does make it home for Christmas. I don't want a sick eyed human on my hands. The risk isn't worth it. If it keeps her from the vet, then I'll make the sacrifice.
In other news, the Catnip Lounge crew are having a commentathon today in honour, once again, of Chrystal and her cats. I'm having real net trouble this morning, so I can't go and visit the Catnip gang. I know they read though, so please, if you don't mind, could you consider my mention of you on the blog as my comment in the commentathon? Also, if one of the others who posts for the blog could find a link and insert it, I'd be most grateful. I'd make the human do it, but the man in the box is being rude this morning and isn't talking to her and telling her all the things she needs to know. She doesn't know why, but doesn't have the time to pull him out and give him a good talking to either, as she needs to get ready for flying again.
In one last bit, thank you so much, Praline, for embedding my videos for me, and for Tori who suggested a way to do it. I'll try that next time. I can't remember who it was said they hadn't done snow angels since being ten, and the talking man won't let us check either, but I'm glad that you, at least, are more sensible than my human. When I mentioned this to her, she only said, "But Tia, I'd never made a snow angel before and wanted to try it." Stupidity? I rest my case.
Monday, 20 December 2010
She Did It!
The human managed, at long last, not only to get pictures of the snow from the falling sky, but actually got a video! Now I can at last show you all what a silly human I own.
Enjoy!
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And don't blame me for how silly she is!
She says it was lots of fun making the snow angel, but judging by the level of the teeth chattering when she returned to the warm house, i won't be making any cute cat snow angels.
A people one is all the excitement I can stand, I fear.
I'm making this post quick today, as the human is hoping to fly home very, very soon. Cuz of all the snow, she's leaving super early to be there on time, even though there's no guarantee that the planes are still going up in the skky. Isn't it weird that peoples will allow themselves to be swallowed by these plane birds to go flying in the sky? What's more odd is that the birds choose to eat peoples. I mean, have you ever tasted them? There's bound to be something better out there. Mousies for example. Nobody's so desperate that peoples are the food of choice, and yet, the planes continue to eat them, and the peoples submit. The whole affair is a bit worrying to me. The human says she might take me to be eaten by a plane bird one of these days, but I'm not so keen.
The human tells me that she's going to be gone now for a lot of days over Christmas, that is, if her plane bird can be persuaded to eat her, then fly in this weather. Poor bird, what a tummy ache to be flying with! Still, if it gets her to her family, then it'll be a job well done. I'm going to miss her though. I like having her around. Dogman's all right, but he's just not the human. he isn't as squishy nd cuddly as her. Oh well, I guess I'll cope.
The human says she'll blog for me when she can, but as she's not with me, she won't know what I'm getting up to in as much detail as she'd like to. She'll tell you all about her Christmas if you'd like to hear it though. I'm sorry in advance. She does tend to talk a lot about herself, and all my training hasn't gotten rid of this habit. I will talk to you all again as soon as I can, and will visit you as regularly as possible. I'll also let you know if the human's bird eats her later tonight! Paws crossed please. As you can see, the snow's pretty bad here, and those videos were taken after it had started to thaw!
Enjoy!
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And don't blame me for how silly she is!
She says it was lots of fun making the snow angel, but judging by the level of the teeth chattering when she returned to the warm house, i won't be making any cute cat snow angels.
A people one is all the excitement I can stand, I fear.
I'm making this post quick today, as the human is hoping to fly home very, very soon. Cuz of all the snow, she's leaving super early to be there on time, even though there's no guarantee that the planes are still going up in the skky. Isn't it weird that peoples will allow themselves to be swallowed by these plane birds to go flying in the sky? What's more odd is that the birds choose to eat peoples. I mean, have you ever tasted them? There's bound to be something better out there. Mousies for example. Nobody's so desperate that peoples are the food of choice, and yet, the planes continue to eat them, and the peoples submit. The whole affair is a bit worrying to me. The human says she might take me to be eaten by a plane bird one of these days, but I'm not so keen.
The human tells me that she's going to be gone now for a lot of days over Christmas, that is, if her plane bird can be persuaded to eat her, then fly in this weather. Poor bird, what a tummy ache to be flying with! Still, if it gets her to her family, then it'll be a job well done. I'm going to miss her though. I like having her around. Dogman's all right, but he's just not the human. he isn't as squishy nd cuddly as her. Oh well, I guess I'll cope.
The human says she'll blog for me when she can, but as she's not with me, she won't know what I'm getting up to in as much detail as she'd like to. She'll tell you all about her Christmas if you'd like to hear it though. I'm sorry in advance. She does tend to talk a lot about herself, and all my training hasn't gotten rid of this habit. I will talk to you all again as soon as I can, and will visit you as regularly as possible. I'll also let you know if the human's bird eats her later tonight! Paws crossed please. As you can see, the snow's pretty bad here, and those videos were taken after it had started to thaw!
Sweet Praline here: My Mom helped me embed Carly's snow angel videos for her. Hope you enjoy them.
Sunday, 19 December 2010
Dogface: The Conclusion
The human is awake very, very early this morning cuz I decided that I did care after all if there were mancats in the snow. I decided to invite them over so that I could still see them, but wouldn't get cold. Now, bear in mind that the front door is very good at keeping out the cold. This means, if you ask me, that it's also probably good at keeping in noise. Add to that the muffling affect of the snow, and you can see I really had to shout good to get any mancat's attention. This I did with gusto. I even sang a little opera to them, just to encourage them in, you understand. Sadly, the only reward I got was an annoyed human who told me that no mancats were coming. Well, how does she know? She's up anyway which means I get cuddling while it's nice and quiet. I've been taking advantage of it. I've also been biting the long lead hanging down from the side of her small computer box thing, a laptop she says, which she doesn't seem too thrilled with. Her hand comes out of nowhere when I do it and takes it off me straight away. Still, it's a fun game.
So we left you yesterday not knowing what had happened. I was incredibly worried. I'd given up my quiet, girls only Christmas at home to come up here for the sole purpose of helping the stupid Dogface settle in, and now she wasn't even here! But where was she? It was cold outside, and she's not used to that. Surely they hadn't just dumped her by the road? I started snooping, sniffing, asking questions. In short, being the best detective ever. From the clues, here is what I was able to piece together. This was later confirmed by the human.
When I sniffed shoes and coats, I smelled the smell of a strange ladypeople. now, sniffing alone would not let me work out who she was, so I had to go to the human for that. turns out that she is Dogman's mummypeople. Some further investigations told me that this mummypeople had been with Dogface and the human and Mark, so I suspect that the stop we made was at her house. Dogface went in, but never came out. I grilled the human most thoroughly on what happened inside, but she assures me that the mummypeople doesn't have a simmering cauldren of water waiting to pop Dogface into. I was worried about this cuz the human says the mummypeople made her and Mark a stew so that they would have something to eat after the long drive. I wondered if it was a Dogface stew, but apparently not. Obviously, even peoples have the capacity to realise she'd taste awful.
The only conclusion that I could come to is that Dogface stayed with the mummypeople, but I wasn't all the way sure until last Friday night when a ladypeople with the same smell as the mummypeople came to the Dogman's house. She was going to get a snow shovel for him, but when she came, she wanted to say hello to me. Initially, stews were still in my mind, so I kept my distance and tucked right in under the table against the wall in as small a ball as I could get. This is not because I was hiding, I promise you. It's just that I know how much it would distress the human to lose me to a stew pot, and I don't want to cause her upset. I'd never hide. I'm too brave for that. The mummypeople talked nicely to me for a while though, and, from her tone (she doesn't speak a word of felinese so I was reduced to listening to silly people talk noise and trying to piece together the meaning), I deduced that she wasn't intending on making me into a stew, so I came out and let her admire me. And admire me she did! She fell in love with my beautiful blue eyes. This is the mark of a good colourpoint Persian, actually, the bright blue eyes, and I have 'em. Many peoples say it's very unusual in a cat. The mummypeople certainly thought so. She said they were very beautiful. Well, thank you, mummypeople, for stating the obvious. It's kind of you to say so though.
Anyway, while the mummypeople was admiring, I managed to sneak in a covert sniff under cover of headbumping her, and there it was, Dogface's smell. So it's confirmed, friends, Dogface is with Dogman's mummypeople. The human is telling the truth. I was a bit annoyed about this. After all, as I said, I'd given up my Christmas. I told the human this in no uncertain terms, but she only replied that she thought it best that we were all separated for a period to let Mr Bug run its course and hopefully we'll stop having him round to stay. I've said before that I don't like mr Bug (sorry, I know that's rude to say about house guests, but I don't!), so although I'm mightily cheesed off at the duplicity practiced by them all, I understand the necessity. I just wish they'd told me is all.
Despite the lack of Dogface, I wasted no time at all in settling in. this was something the human had worried about, cuz when I first came to live with her, I hid for over a week. She wanted me happy before she left so that she wouldn't worry about me. She needn't have worried at all. She thinks I was so quick to settle cuz she gave me a natural herbal thingy that calms the nerves, but I know the truth. I'm just more confident now. Even without that herb I still would have busted the butt of Dogman's new house with my outgoing approach. I explored the bathroom, the hall, then the bedroom when the human opened the door. she let me see the living room and kitchen briefly, but didn't leave me there for long as she wanted me to learn where the box was before I could get lost in the new space. She's so silly sometimes. I'm not a kitten any more. Show me where the box is once, and I'm good.
When Dogman returned from the work hunt the next day, I kept out of the way as a token gesture, but then came out and paraded around the place as if, my human says, I'd always been here. this pleased her.
Speaking of Dogman, my human has worries. Not about him at all, but about me. you see, every time Dogman walks at me and gets close, I run and run and run like the biggest, growliest dogface ever was chasing me. I actually do this when most manpeoples come towards me, and I'm more hesitant usually about coming for a cuddle with them. The human wonders whether the manpeople in the last place wasn't particularly nice to me and so I've learned to fear a kick or being pushed off a lap or other similar things. She asked me about it, but I'm not telling. It's not something I want to talk about, and in any case, when Dogman's sitting down, he has a reasonably good lap. I sat on it yesterday for a few minutes but only cuz he coaxed me up there and cuz the human's knee was taken up with the laptop, but as soon as it moved, I climbed off him and onto the human instead. She's more comfy, more familiar. Dogman's nice though. I don't know why I'm so wary of him cuz he's never done anything horrible to me. He's come close to walking into me a few times cuz his eyes are a bit broken too so it's hard for him to see me in dim lighting, but the human does this and I understand it. It's just that instincts die hard, I guess. Actually, come to think of it, no manpeoples here have been nasty to me at all. some of them don't particularly like me, it's true, but they are never cruel or anything. They just don't ask me to come for a cuddle. I guess I'd better start getting used to the fact that manpeoples aren't all bad. Dogman certainly can't be, cuz he said to me last night that he'll be feeding me when the human goes away, and that he suspects this will help me come to trust him more. Well, I'm not for a second implying that my love is cupboard love and totally food dependent, but if a people feeds you, they're definitely not a bad people, specially if they give you stinky goodness, which he promises he will.
We're still on the hunt for the memory card thing that Dogman needs for his camera. Even if he doesn't find it, I'm gonna send the human out to make a snow angel anyway so that she can tell you all about it. I don't mind her getting cold in the name of bringing you folks a good story. She says to tell you that going out in bare feet in the snow is an incredible feeling. For about the first 30 seconds it hurts as bad as having your tail stepped on, but after that it goes away, and then when you come back inside, your feet feel absolutely incredible. I'll take her word for it, I think. When she went out yesterday, the snow was well over the top of her ankles. She says it would have easily reached past my yummy tummy and probably about halfway up towards my back. That's a lotta snow!
the human is also looking forward to Christmas dinner later today. It's gonna be a lot of hard work, but she knows it'll taste good. They've bought a chicken instead of a turkeybird. They say they couldn't find any turkeybirds left in the food place that takes the moneys, and that chicken will be fine. My human puts an apple and an onion inside her chicken when it's cooking. She says it sounds strange, but the flavor you get from that is incredible, and you have the added bonus that the apple keeps everything moist and juicey. Wonder if they'll give me any chicken? I do hope so! She says she'll tell you all about her early Christmas tomorrow if she gets a chance.
Oh, Dogface is loving the snow, apparently. She's been running in the garden and getting very confused when Dogman's mummypeople throws snowballs for her, cuz of course, when she looks for them, they've gone cuz they explode when they land. This means she has to run around and eat as much snow as possible, just in case it's buried under there somewhere. She also helped the next door children make a snowman. her help consisted of running around like a crazy and licking small, cold hands to put some of her slobbery yuck into the snowman, but the children considered her as having helped build him, so who are we to argue? the human's so glad to hear all this. She couldn't have let Dogface even eat loads of snow when she was working, cuz it usually makes her sick, so she's very pleased to see that already Dogface seems happier as a pet than as a worker. It will make the final break that much easier when it has to come.
It's still very early in the morning, and I've given the human permission to go back to bed. I've been mousey quiet since the minute she got up, actually. For some reason, this really annoys her. Speaking of mousies, I lost mine. has anyone seen him?
So we left you yesterday not knowing what had happened. I was incredibly worried. I'd given up my quiet, girls only Christmas at home to come up here for the sole purpose of helping the stupid Dogface settle in, and now she wasn't even here! But where was she? It was cold outside, and she's not used to that. Surely they hadn't just dumped her by the road? I started snooping, sniffing, asking questions. In short, being the best detective ever. From the clues, here is what I was able to piece together. This was later confirmed by the human.
When I sniffed shoes and coats, I smelled the smell of a strange ladypeople. now, sniffing alone would not let me work out who she was, so I had to go to the human for that. turns out that she is Dogman's mummypeople. Some further investigations told me that this mummypeople had been with Dogface and the human and Mark, so I suspect that the stop we made was at her house. Dogface went in, but never came out. I grilled the human most thoroughly on what happened inside, but she assures me that the mummypeople doesn't have a simmering cauldren of water waiting to pop Dogface into. I was worried about this cuz the human says the mummypeople made her and Mark a stew so that they would have something to eat after the long drive. I wondered if it was a Dogface stew, but apparently not. Obviously, even peoples have the capacity to realise she'd taste awful.
The only conclusion that I could come to is that Dogface stayed with the mummypeople, but I wasn't all the way sure until last Friday night when a ladypeople with the same smell as the mummypeople came to the Dogman's house. She was going to get a snow shovel for him, but when she came, she wanted to say hello to me. Initially, stews were still in my mind, so I kept my distance and tucked right in under the table against the wall in as small a ball as I could get. This is not because I was hiding, I promise you. It's just that I know how much it would distress the human to lose me to a stew pot, and I don't want to cause her upset. I'd never hide. I'm too brave for that. The mummypeople talked nicely to me for a while though, and, from her tone (she doesn't speak a word of felinese so I was reduced to listening to silly people talk noise and trying to piece together the meaning), I deduced that she wasn't intending on making me into a stew, so I came out and let her admire me. And admire me she did! She fell in love with my beautiful blue eyes. This is the mark of a good colourpoint Persian, actually, the bright blue eyes, and I have 'em. Many peoples say it's very unusual in a cat. The mummypeople certainly thought so. She said they were very beautiful. Well, thank you, mummypeople, for stating the obvious. It's kind of you to say so though.
Anyway, while the mummypeople was admiring, I managed to sneak in a covert sniff under cover of headbumping her, and there it was, Dogface's smell. So it's confirmed, friends, Dogface is with Dogman's mummypeople. The human is telling the truth. I was a bit annoyed about this. After all, as I said, I'd given up my Christmas. I told the human this in no uncertain terms, but she only replied that she thought it best that we were all separated for a period to let Mr Bug run its course and hopefully we'll stop having him round to stay. I've said before that I don't like mr Bug (sorry, I know that's rude to say about house guests, but I don't!), so although I'm mightily cheesed off at the duplicity practiced by them all, I understand the necessity. I just wish they'd told me is all.
Despite the lack of Dogface, I wasted no time at all in settling in. this was something the human had worried about, cuz when I first came to live with her, I hid for over a week. She wanted me happy before she left so that she wouldn't worry about me. She needn't have worried at all. She thinks I was so quick to settle cuz she gave me a natural herbal thingy that calms the nerves, but I know the truth. I'm just more confident now. Even without that herb I still would have busted the butt of Dogman's new house with my outgoing approach. I explored the bathroom, the hall, then the bedroom when the human opened the door. she let me see the living room and kitchen briefly, but didn't leave me there for long as she wanted me to learn where the box was before I could get lost in the new space. She's so silly sometimes. I'm not a kitten any more. Show me where the box is once, and I'm good.
When Dogman returned from the work hunt the next day, I kept out of the way as a token gesture, but then came out and paraded around the place as if, my human says, I'd always been here. this pleased her.
Speaking of Dogman, my human has worries. Not about him at all, but about me. you see, every time Dogman walks at me and gets close, I run and run and run like the biggest, growliest dogface ever was chasing me. I actually do this when most manpeoples come towards me, and I'm more hesitant usually about coming for a cuddle with them. The human wonders whether the manpeople in the last place wasn't particularly nice to me and so I've learned to fear a kick or being pushed off a lap or other similar things. She asked me about it, but I'm not telling. It's not something I want to talk about, and in any case, when Dogman's sitting down, he has a reasonably good lap. I sat on it yesterday for a few minutes but only cuz he coaxed me up there and cuz the human's knee was taken up with the laptop, but as soon as it moved, I climbed off him and onto the human instead. She's more comfy, more familiar. Dogman's nice though. I don't know why I'm so wary of him cuz he's never done anything horrible to me. He's come close to walking into me a few times cuz his eyes are a bit broken too so it's hard for him to see me in dim lighting, but the human does this and I understand it. It's just that instincts die hard, I guess. Actually, come to think of it, no manpeoples here have been nasty to me at all. some of them don't particularly like me, it's true, but they are never cruel or anything. They just don't ask me to come for a cuddle. I guess I'd better start getting used to the fact that manpeoples aren't all bad. Dogman certainly can't be, cuz he said to me last night that he'll be feeding me when the human goes away, and that he suspects this will help me come to trust him more. Well, I'm not for a second implying that my love is cupboard love and totally food dependent, but if a people feeds you, they're definitely not a bad people, specially if they give you stinky goodness, which he promises he will.
We're still on the hunt for the memory card thing that Dogman needs for his camera. Even if he doesn't find it, I'm gonna send the human out to make a snow angel anyway so that she can tell you all about it. I don't mind her getting cold in the name of bringing you folks a good story. She says to tell you that going out in bare feet in the snow is an incredible feeling. For about the first 30 seconds it hurts as bad as having your tail stepped on, but after that it goes away, and then when you come back inside, your feet feel absolutely incredible. I'll take her word for it, I think. When she went out yesterday, the snow was well over the top of her ankles. She says it would have easily reached past my yummy tummy and probably about halfway up towards my back. That's a lotta snow!
the human is also looking forward to Christmas dinner later today. It's gonna be a lot of hard work, but she knows it'll taste good. They've bought a chicken instead of a turkeybird. They say they couldn't find any turkeybirds left in the food place that takes the moneys, and that chicken will be fine. My human puts an apple and an onion inside her chicken when it's cooking. She says it sounds strange, but the flavor you get from that is incredible, and you have the added bonus that the apple keeps everything moist and juicey. Wonder if they'll give me any chicken? I do hope so! She says she'll tell you all about her early Christmas tomorrow if she gets a chance.
Oh, Dogface is loving the snow, apparently. She's been running in the garden and getting very confused when Dogman's mummypeople throws snowballs for her, cuz of course, when she looks for them, they've gone cuz they explode when they land. This means she has to run around and eat as much snow as possible, just in case it's buried under there somewhere. She also helped the next door children make a snowman. her help consisted of running around like a crazy and licking small, cold hands to put some of her slobbery yuck into the snowman, but the children considered her as having helped build him, so who are we to argue? the human's so glad to hear all this. She couldn't have let Dogface even eat loads of snow when she was working, cuz it usually makes her sick, so she's very pleased to see that already Dogface seems happier as a pet than as a worker. It will make the final break that much easier when it has to come.
It's still very early in the morning, and I've given the human permission to go back to bed. I've been mousey quiet since the minute she got up, actually. For some reason, this really annoys her. Speaking of mousies, I lost mine. has anyone seen him?
Saturday, 18 December 2010
Snowy Saturday
Friends, I have so much to tell you! I am going to start with the snow though. It's incredible, amazing, so deep!
The human heard on the TV last night that there was going to be a lot of snow, but she didn't know how much there would be until Dogman said this morning that it was up to the top of the seat in his garden! he took her outside in her bare feet so that she could feel exactly how deep it was. They offered me to come too, but once I heard the human squeal, I wasn't settin paw in that, whether there were mancats about out there or not! I decided to watch from the warmth of the house. The human says she's never ever seen so much snow. She's asked Dogman to take pictures for the blog, and he says he'll do better. She said she wanted to make something called a snow angel, cuz she'd never done one before and didn't really know how to, and he said he'd take a video of her doing it so that we can show you all how deep the snow is and how bad the human is at doing snow angels. I'm sorry. I won't be in the video. I'm not going in that snow. Nuh uh! So we'll post that as soon as we have it. It'll just be a link cuz we don't know how to imbed, but we'll try.
So, we're sorry we didn't blog for a while, but last week was super, super busy. The human spent all day on Thursday running around like crazy. She had to take Dogface for her last hydrotherapy session in the morning, then she managed to get an appointment with her own vet, so had to run off to that. On that subject, we now know why she has a hurty arm. The blood test has, for some reason, given her a massive internal bleed. She has a surface bruise that's about a five or six inch circle, and the bloods inside are so bad that they're actually putting pressure on the nerve. The doctor had not come across it, so was happy to let her help with treatment ideas, as she's a physio and knows about these things. he did suggest immobilisation for ten days which she agreed with, so she's now walking around with a funny white thing that holds her arm against her tummy. She calls it a sling. I put my head in there once, but then decided it was too small for me to wiggle into, so I didn't. She's also taking some tablets which she says are anti-inflammatories and pain relief. She says she notices a difference already, but whenever any peoples see the bruising, they always do this big gasp thing and then say ouch. This puzzles me. It's almost like they're sore, but they couldn't be. They don't have a bruise.
Despite the sore arm, the human was back at the vet peoples with Dogface in the afternoon for her final check up. They'd had her bloods back and to the human's worry, they noticed that Dogface's kidney values were up. But the vet manpeople said not to worry too much about it cuz with mr Bug, they could be up cuz she was fighting so hard to squish him out of her system. She has to have them done again in the new year and then if they're still up, we will start to take action I think.
While the human was out at the work hunt and the vets, a manpeople came to our place and let himself in. I'd seen him before. I kinda like him, but every time I come near him, he sneezes. The human says this is cuz my hair makes him sick, but this is just ludicrous. If hair made you sick, then I'd be sick all the time. I am sick all the time recently, but that's cuz of Mr Bug, not hair. But I got to feeling sorry for him. he sat down and I came to cuddle him, but he got up straight away to go clean. He's helping the human by putting bleach on all the hard surfaces to kill Mr Bug. Because he was making such an effort to help, I decided to do something nice, so I got vomit sick twice in a few minutes, just to show him that it was Ok that he was sick. It must have worked, cuz when I cried (I did this cuz I forgot how horrible feeling sick means), he picked me up and cuddled me and told me it was all right. He said to me that he was worried about me cuz I sounded so miserable, but that it was Ok and he didn't mind cleaning it up for me. Told you he was nice. When the human came in, he was still upset and asked her if I was Ok and could he do anything and was it normal that I sounded so miserable. The human had the audacity to chuckle and imply that I was perhaps not as forlorn as I was implying, and that he didn't have to upset himself so much, especially as I was, right at that moment, chasing two ping pong balls at the same time. He didn't get sick from my hair either though! The human says this is cuz he took anti-histamines whatever they are, but I know the truth.
The human came back with two peoples from Guide Dogs who did a lot of paperwork for Dogface's retirement. They asked the human for the harness, but she was too upset to give it to them, so she just told them where it was and they took it when they left. She then pretended that she was just taking Dogface to Dogman for a holiday, not forever, and she's going on pretending this still. It won't last forever, but it gives her a happier Christmas, so I decided to let her.
There was an awful lot of things to take from our house with us to Dogman's place. Dogface had a lot of foods left over,, and the vet peoples had said she had to stay on nothing but stinky goodness for a few weeks, so we had a bazillion tins of that to take too. Then there was the human's stuff for her trip to Ireland, then my box, my scratching post, my foods, my bowls, my ping pong balls, well, you get the picture. The human had to have bags on her lap in the front to make room for Dogface and me in back! i didn't like the idea of going in my PTU for a long time, and I told them! Of course, they didn't listen though.
I had a bit of an embarrassing moment on the way up too. Before I admit to it, firstly I'd like to tell you that I was in that box for four hours of driving, and they only stopped once, but by that time, it was too late. Friends, when you want a mancat, it's harder to hold in your peepee for as long. The urge to spray is incredibly strong, and that makes the bladder contract whether you like it or not. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I just had to have a peepee in my PTU. I was lucky though. The human had put a soft mat down, and there's a gutter round the edge of the PTU, so it caught most of it, and as the mat doesn't hold water, I had a relatively dry place to lie. I didn't like the smell though, and I yelled so much that the human asked Mark, the manpeople that came to our place and didn't get sick and who was driving us up, to stop so as she could see if I was Ok. She took me out of the PTU to give me a chance in the box, but I'd already done it by then. What's worse is that she didn't find it cuz the mat hid it from sight and it wasn't old yet, so their pathetic noses couldn't pick up the smell. So I had to put up with it for another hour and a half until I got to Dogman's house.
There was one further stop on the way. Dogface and the human and Mark got out of the car for a while, and they took some things with them. When they came back, Dogface wasn't with them! We drove for about another five minutes and then we'd reached Dogman's house. The human took me and my box inside to the bathroom straight away and let me out so as i could use it while they brought the rest of the things in from the car, and I presumed Dogface would be brought along soon. Accordingly, I shouted and shouted and shouted to be let out of the bathroom so that I could inspect the place to make sure it was Ok for us, but when I did get out, Dogface was nowhere to be seen! Where was she? Why had she not come back from that stop in the car? Was she Ok? I know they took foods from the car, but Dogface can't open tins. Was she lost in the snow somewhere, or did the woman people in the house that they went into have a hand in the dastardly disappearance of Dogface? You'll have to come back tomorrow to find out.
We will post if we can tomorrow, but the human has to make Christmas dinner for peoples. Well, she doesn't have to, but when she's here with Dogman, it's her tradition that she does her Christmas dinner for him and his mummypeople and exchanges her presents so that she can have a Christmas with them before she goes to Ireland. I'm sad. I won't have a Christmas present. The human got me some, but she left them all behind. Our secret paws package didn't arrive on time either, and although we're very excited that our Kazba Kitten package that we won from Marg's Animals
arrived, the human wouldn't let me open them either. She says she didn't have time cuz it arrived only two minutes before we left, but she also says it's better to wait, cuz when we get back, I can play with them and not infect them with Mr Bug which means she won't have to ever throw them away. I saw lots of cool things in there like birdy balls and jelly beans and everything! I can't wait to play! I have ping pong balls and a mousey up here which will just have to be enough for me, unless of course, Dogmans mummypeople brings me something. She usually gets Dogface something for Christmas, so maybe she will find something for me too.
This weekend, The California Five are holding a commentathon at Chrystal's Daily Dose blog.
Me and the human read it all the time, and are going to do a feature for her adoption campaign. It's very exciting and we're gonna do something special, but we won't say what yet. All we hope is that the slightly different approach will generate some interest for all those super cats that own her at the moment! Please go over there before the end of the weekend though and leave a comment, cuz for every one left, the California Five's people will donate some moneys to Chrystal's new cat house which is very, very important!
We're still working on pictures. the human has some of her cake which apparently looked awful (she was super amused by this), and she got some of the peoples at the work party. We'll also put the snow angel video up as soon as we can.
Update: No pictures, no video. Stupid Dogman forgot the memory card he needs for his super camera! If he can find another, we'll put some up. Stupid people.
The human heard on the TV last night that there was going to be a lot of snow, but she didn't know how much there would be until Dogman said this morning that it was up to the top of the seat in his garden! he took her outside in her bare feet so that she could feel exactly how deep it was. They offered me to come too, but once I heard the human squeal, I wasn't settin paw in that, whether there were mancats about out there or not! I decided to watch from the warmth of the house. The human says she's never ever seen so much snow. She's asked Dogman to take pictures for the blog, and he says he'll do better. She said she wanted to make something called a snow angel, cuz she'd never done one before and didn't really know how to, and he said he'd take a video of her doing it so that we can show you all how deep the snow is and how bad the human is at doing snow angels. I'm sorry. I won't be in the video. I'm not going in that snow. Nuh uh! So we'll post that as soon as we have it. It'll just be a link cuz we don't know how to imbed, but we'll try.
So, we're sorry we didn't blog for a while, but last week was super, super busy. The human spent all day on Thursday running around like crazy. She had to take Dogface for her last hydrotherapy session in the morning, then she managed to get an appointment with her own vet, so had to run off to that. On that subject, we now know why she has a hurty arm. The blood test has, for some reason, given her a massive internal bleed. She has a surface bruise that's about a five or six inch circle, and the bloods inside are so bad that they're actually putting pressure on the nerve. The doctor had not come across it, so was happy to let her help with treatment ideas, as she's a physio and knows about these things. he did suggest immobilisation for ten days which she agreed with, so she's now walking around with a funny white thing that holds her arm against her tummy. She calls it a sling. I put my head in there once, but then decided it was too small for me to wiggle into, so I didn't. She's also taking some tablets which she says are anti-inflammatories and pain relief. She says she notices a difference already, but whenever any peoples see the bruising, they always do this big gasp thing and then say ouch. This puzzles me. It's almost like they're sore, but they couldn't be. They don't have a bruise.
Despite the sore arm, the human was back at the vet peoples with Dogface in the afternoon for her final check up. They'd had her bloods back and to the human's worry, they noticed that Dogface's kidney values were up. But the vet manpeople said not to worry too much about it cuz with mr Bug, they could be up cuz she was fighting so hard to squish him out of her system. She has to have them done again in the new year and then if they're still up, we will start to take action I think.
While the human was out at the work hunt and the vets, a manpeople came to our place and let himself in. I'd seen him before. I kinda like him, but every time I come near him, he sneezes. The human says this is cuz my hair makes him sick, but this is just ludicrous. If hair made you sick, then I'd be sick all the time. I am sick all the time recently, but that's cuz of Mr Bug, not hair. But I got to feeling sorry for him. he sat down and I came to cuddle him, but he got up straight away to go clean. He's helping the human by putting bleach on all the hard surfaces to kill Mr Bug. Because he was making such an effort to help, I decided to do something nice, so I got vomit sick twice in a few minutes, just to show him that it was Ok that he was sick. It must have worked, cuz when I cried (I did this cuz I forgot how horrible feeling sick means), he picked me up and cuddled me and told me it was all right. He said to me that he was worried about me cuz I sounded so miserable, but that it was Ok and he didn't mind cleaning it up for me. Told you he was nice. When the human came in, he was still upset and asked her if I was Ok and could he do anything and was it normal that I sounded so miserable. The human had the audacity to chuckle and imply that I was perhaps not as forlorn as I was implying, and that he didn't have to upset himself so much, especially as I was, right at that moment, chasing two ping pong balls at the same time. He didn't get sick from my hair either though! The human says this is cuz he took anti-histamines whatever they are, but I know the truth.
The human came back with two peoples from Guide Dogs who did a lot of paperwork for Dogface's retirement. They asked the human for the harness, but she was too upset to give it to them, so she just told them where it was and they took it when they left. She then pretended that she was just taking Dogface to Dogman for a holiday, not forever, and she's going on pretending this still. It won't last forever, but it gives her a happier Christmas, so I decided to let her.
There was an awful lot of things to take from our house with us to Dogman's place. Dogface had a lot of foods left over,, and the vet peoples had said she had to stay on nothing but stinky goodness for a few weeks, so we had a bazillion tins of that to take too. Then there was the human's stuff for her trip to Ireland, then my box, my scratching post, my foods, my bowls, my ping pong balls, well, you get the picture. The human had to have bags on her lap in the front to make room for Dogface and me in back! i didn't like the idea of going in my PTU for a long time, and I told them! Of course, they didn't listen though.
I had a bit of an embarrassing moment on the way up too. Before I admit to it, firstly I'd like to tell you that I was in that box for four hours of driving, and they only stopped once, but by that time, it was too late. Friends, when you want a mancat, it's harder to hold in your peepee for as long. The urge to spray is incredibly strong, and that makes the bladder contract whether you like it or not. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I just had to have a peepee in my PTU. I was lucky though. The human had put a soft mat down, and there's a gutter round the edge of the PTU, so it caught most of it, and as the mat doesn't hold water, I had a relatively dry place to lie. I didn't like the smell though, and I yelled so much that the human asked Mark, the manpeople that came to our place and didn't get sick and who was driving us up, to stop so as she could see if I was Ok. She took me out of the PTU to give me a chance in the box, but I'd already done it by then. What's worse is that she didn't find it cuz the mat hid it from sight and it wasn't old yet, so their pathetic noses couldn't pick up the smell. So I had to put up with it for another hour and a half until I got to Dogman's house.
There was one further stop on the way. Dogface and the human and Mark got out of the car for a while, and they took some things with them. When they came back, Dogface wasn't with them! We drove for about another five minutes and then we'd reached Dogman's house. The human took me and my box inside to the bathroom straight away and let me out so as i could use it while they brought the rest of the things in from the car, and I presumed Dogface would be brought along soon. Accordingly, I shouted and shouted and shouted to be let out of the bathroom so that I could inspect the place to make sure it was Ok for us, but when I did get out, Dogface was nowhere to be seen! Where was she? Why had she not come back from that stop in the car? Was she Ok? I know they took foods from the car, but Dogface can't open tins. Was she lost in the snow somewhere, or did the woman people in the house that they went into have a hand in the dastardly disappearance of Dogface? You'll have to come back tomorrow to find out.
We will post if we can tomorrow, but the human has to make Christmas dinner for peoples. Well, she doesn't have to, but when she's here with Dogman, it's her tradition that she does her Christmas dinner for him and his mummypeople and exchanges her presents so that she can have a Christmas with them before she goes to Ireland. I'm sad. I won't have a Christmas present. The human got me some, but she left them all behind. Our secret paws package didn't arrive on time either, and although we're very excited that our Kazba Kitten package that we won from Marg's Animals
arrived, the human wouldn't let me open them either. She says she didn't have time cuz it arrived only two minutes before we left, but she also says it's better to wait, cuz when we get back, I can play with them and not infect them with Mr Bug which means she won't have to ever throw them away. I saw lots of cool things in there like birdy balls and jelly beans and everything! I can't wait to play! I have ping pong balls and a mousey up here which will just have to be enough for me, unless of course, Dogmans mummypeople brings me something. She usually gets Dogface something for Christmas, so maybe she will find something for me too.
This weekend, The California Five are holding a commentathon at Chrystal's Daily Dose blog.
Me and the human read it all the time, and are going to do a feature for her adoption campaign. It's very exciting and we're gonna do something special, but we won't say what yet. All we hope is that the slightly different approach will generate some interest for all those super cats that own her at the moment! Please go over there before the end of the weekend though and leave a comment, cuz for every one left, the California Five's people will donate some moneys to Chrystal's new cat house which is very, very important!
We're still working on pictures. the human has some of her cake which apparently looked awful (she was super amused by this), and she got some of the peoples at the work party. We'll also put the snow angel video up as soon as we can.
Update: No pictures, no video. Stupid Dogman forgot the memory card he needs for his super camera! If he can find another, we'll put some up. Stupid people.
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