I’m really getting tired of this- every time I so much as sneeze the Can Opener takes me to the vet. Just because I’m older. I protest, but she does it anyway. I’m not sick, but again the other day she took me in for a shot. She said I was “due for a distemper booster” – and in spite of all my objections, she whisked me away anyhow- and on top of that she had them trim my beloved claws!
I don’t know what a “distempter” booster is, but it must have worked- because it definitely boosted my TEMPER! And this morning I’m still sore from that shot and yet the Can Opener still insists on picking me up to groom me. I smacked her a zillion times with my tail this morning, but that didn’t stop her from grooming me anyway. And now I’m exhausted and need a nap.
Leave me alone Mom. Wake me up when you buy sardines.
Did you know that the largest hairball ever removed from a cat was 1.9 inches bigger than a Major League Baseball? Neither did I- But I can tell you I wouldn’t have wanted to see that baseball after they used it to measure the size of that hairball!
It sounds awful, but it’s true – (my guess was it was a mountain lion or something)- but still…
All cats get hairballs, and few people realize that rabbits and cattle can actually get them too! They are not only miserable, but they can cause serious problems for your cats.
Hairballs form because when cats groom themselves (which is all the time)- tiny little barbs on their tongues catch loose hair which they then swallow, and it winds up in their stomachs causing a lot of discomfort. (A cat’s tongue isn’t like those self-cleaning cat brushes, you know).
Now, certain cats are more susceptible- like Persians and Maine Coons- and usually the hair passes out safely without issue. But long-haired cats like these have them more often because their coats are longer and denser. Also, did you know cats are more prone to hairballs in the spring and summer? This is because cats are working hard to regulate their body temperature.
If your cat gets a hairball they can’t pass, it can result in a blockage that can threaten your cat’s life.
Signs to watch out for:
Coughing and hacking
Swallowing and licking their lips
Refusing to eat or take treats
Refusing to drink water
Refusing to groom
Spend time with your cats and pay attention to their normal habits – be alert to any changes in their appetite or grooming patterns. If you see anything that makes you suspect something isn’t right, don’t hesitate to call your vet. Keep your cat as comfortable as you can until you can get it help and keep noise and activity to a minimum as much as possible.
Brushing your cat is the best way to prevent hairballs- this is not only soothing to your cat, but increases circulation, relieves any itchiness, and at the same time removes loose hair before it reaches their tummy.
Stress can also be a cause of hairballs at times, since chewing and over grooming are things cats do when they feel stress- sort of like humans biting their nails. To help prevent hairballs because of stress over-grooming, set aside a little time each day to involve your cat in an activity they love.
There are also hairball preventing paw gels, supplements, and hairball formula cat foods for a little extra insurance. Here are a few examples we like:
Check these out to prevent the problem before it starts! And keep your eyes on your fur-babies’ normal habits so you’ll know right away if something is off.
It has been raining all. day. long! I tried to be a patient kitty, just watching the raindrops incessantly falling from my perch on top of the Can Opener’s desk- but after counting over 156,700,439 (and a half) raindrops, I finally gave up and decided to pick a “fight” with the Can Opener’s toes. Unfortunately, she never sits still long enough for that to be effective, so I have to look for another victim…. and here she is- all cozy on the couch, covered up with the Can Opener’s robe…
So, like any other cat in its right (bored) mind, I crept up to the couch, right up to the spot where Sushi’s tail was hanging (uncovered) over the edge of the couch, and gave her a quick, SWAT! (FOUR times in rapid succession).
Unfortunately, neither Sushi or the Can Opener had a sense of humor about it, and Sushi got mad and actually MOVED! Wow. Never thought I’d see that happen.
So finally, (probably just to save my life)- the Can Opener finally stopped messing around in the kitchen, got her 13th cup of coffee, and that dang phone of hers, and sat down and played with me in the rug.
It went something like this… (with Sushi glaring at me for daring to wake her up)….
After I went psycho for twenty minutes (Mom said I made Sheba look sweet and calm)- I was finally tired enough to eat a boatload of fancy feast and half a bag of treats. But again, the Human spoiled my day by saying “no- you don’t need that many treats.” I said I did. She said I didn’t.
I think we argued. She won, this time. But not for long…
I knew something was up as soon as she got out the laptop bag. I told Sushi, but Sushi thought I was crazy. But now she knows. Once again, after a purrfectly pawsome morning of cuddles and treats, right when we thought we had it made for the day, The Can Opener packed up and left for the Critters’ house.
This time because the Critters’ parents were going to be gone and instead of staying here, they were concerned about leaving our cousins, Serafina and Abby alone (after having started them on a wet food only diet). They didn’t want to have to leave them with dry food only and no one to give them their wet food.
Sushi thought she would be back in a few hours. Now it was my turn to tell her she’s crazy. But she still didn’t believe me until 9:00 when bedtime came around and the Can Opener wasn’t here to groom her and tuck her in. The lights didn’t get dimmed, the toys remained laying paralyzed in the floor, and the treats didn’t walk out and pour themselves into our mouths.
In case you haven’t guessed it yet, WE’RE PROTESTING!
AND THEN we heard the door open and got all excited until we noticed it wasn’t the Can Opener!
We were not happy. She had a couple of friends stopping by several times a day to make sure we were okay, and to let me out – but I didn’t go out because it rained the whole time! And I was afraid nobody would be here to let me in if I did go out. Of course, Sushi’s big fear was not being fed- as if missing a meal or two or fifteen wouldn’t hurt her.
Then we both realized the obvious- THE WHOLE THING WAS PLANNED!
And if that’s not bad enough- here’s the reason…. our spoiled cousins –
Of course, we were fed (but we’re not telling the Can Opener that), and her sister and her friend took really good care of us, and even gave Sushi her medicine and snuggles- but we don’t care, because it wasn’t OUR CAN OPENER! She did not fill out an application for our approval first, so therefore, there will be consequences….
Have you ever wondered what your cat thinks when you kiss it? Its thoughts could range anywhere from “OH YAY! FINALLY!” to “Oh great, here we go again,” Or even, “kiss me and I’ll shred your face, idiot!”
Every cat is different, but personally I like only an occasional kiss – not one of those weird human kiss assaults where they go bonkers until you’re gasping from air (or from their bad breath)!
Maybe you should watch this video I found to educate my Can Opener. And while you’re at it, learn how to interpret your cat’s body language too! It just may save your life one day!
Yesterday and the day before were sunny and warm- the neighbors were working in their yards and visiting (outside) again, and Sushi and I were enjoying the sun.
The lilac tree is blossoming, and cherry blossoms were flying through the air like snow. I love those- Just like with falling snow, I chase the blossoms and try to catch them when they fall. The Can Opener gets a kick out of watching me do that.
However, she didn’t get a kick out of my threatening the duck couple that came moseying into our yard…
It was sunny and warm and perfect the last couple of days- and this morning I was all eager to go outside and find my little fillets- I mean, FRIENDS again (just to say hello, really!)- and then the Can Opener opened the door and all of a sudden, it’s Noah’s Ark all over again!
But the funny thing is, if ducks don’t mind water and rain, why didn’t they come back? I just can’t understand it!
“Oh my fleas! Mom, I hope that vet visit for Sushi includes some therapy- she has some real anger issues! All I did was jump down from the top of the desk and WHAM! SHE SMACKED POOR, INNOCENT LITTLE ME!”
See, Mom? Twilight is the one that needs therapy! I’m sure glad I figured out how to use your phone!
“Gotta go, MOM! There’s a bird I have to catch!” (Twilight)
So much is expected of cats these days. It used to be that all we were expected to do is lay around the house in sun puddles and be cute. But in today’s society, we’re expected to chase mice, kill bugs, play on demand, blog, be nice to the psycho cat next door, stay out of flowerbeds, quit scratching the critters that visit, and stay off the counters.
In addition to that, we’re asked to ‘wipe our paws’ when we come out of the litterbox, and not spread kitty litter all over the house. We’re forbidden to walk across the stove, or get in the refrigerator, and we’re not even allowed to scratch the furniture or climb the drapes anymore! And as soon as we finally finish the hard work of spreading our fur everywhere, out comes that stupid electronic beast to undo it all!
And even worse, we can’t leave our presents just anywhere in the house, either. Yesterday I brought a big, fat mouse into the kitchen to surprise the Can Opener with (she’s been needing a lot of extra love lately)- and she was surprised- but she wouldn’t touch it! All that hard work for NOTHING! So, I carried it next door and dropped it on the neighbor’s doorstep as a special thank you to her for all she’s done for the Can Opener lately. And she just flung it into the yard!
I’m feeling so unappreciated lately! Maybe I should’ve gotten myself some nip instead of coffee…
I’m tired of hanging around with just Twilight. That girl has mental problems. I’ll be minding my own business (sleeping), and that little brat will come up and swat the fleas right off me just because she wants to play. I think it’s time to find myself a handsome boyfriend to defend me against the little white tornado!
So, I’m taking advantage of technology to help me find a handsome boyfriend. Just hope the Can Opener doesn’t catch me playing with her iPhone! Let’s see if these snaps will help me find a handsome Tom…
Of course, I don’t want to look too sweet- I don’t want to attract the wrong kind of tom and find out he has a harem and 300 kittens someplace, because I know he’ll treat me the same way and I’ll have to knock his stripes off and then start all over again- and then, with my luck his 300 kittens will come complain because I kick his furry butt.
Oh! I got a snap from a secret admirer! Let’s see what he looks like!
Oh, I’m so excited! And I’ll tell Twilight I saw him FIRST! She can find her own boyfriend!
Oh, heck no! What the heck is THAT?
Sorry, furface- you’re not my type!
Hey, Twilight! I found a boyfriend for you!! He’s CUTE!
I think I’m going to start over- and find myself a handsome tiger.
Now,that’s more like it…. I need his number! Meow.
Twilight and I have been trying to make our Can Opener rest because she’s under so much stress. She likes to stay busy to keep herself occupied so she doesn’t get the unpleasant pictures going through her head constantly of the Backup Can Opener as he died. The problem is, they keep running through her head anyway, and we tell her it’s time to get into the grief counseling that the Hospice program offers.
She plans to do that, of course, but she’s been so busy notifying people, and all that final stuff, and gathering up all his things, that at the end of the day she’s wiped out and in pain. Twilight keeps trying to make her play to cheer her up, but that just makes her feel guilty because she can’t do that right now.
She has made herself take some time to play with Twilight the last few days- because she was gone so much running back and forth to the hospital, and then she was so busy taking care of him when he came home, that Twilight was really stressed out.
She even tried to play with me a little- But then Twilight jumped in and I got frustrated. So I just plant myself on her lap and get snuggles, because there’s no one else here to give her snuggles now. She seems to love that -(until her legs start to hurt). I’ve been upset at Twilight because I’m still on a diet- and she’s not. Honestly, she can eat whatever she wants, but the Can Opener doesn’t want me gaining weight. That dang health nut!
Honestly, I don’t see the big deal- what harm can 5 or 6 cans of food do in a day? It’s FOOD! And I’m getting tired of being limited on treats- have you seen how tiny those bags are?
It’s been a while since she’s laughed- maybe I need to fix that. Maybe it’s time to pay Twilight back for all those times I was sleeping, and she sneaked up on me and started swatting me…