Our Can Opener is on a kind of vacation from watching the critters this week because the Backup Can Opener had surgery a few days ago and she needed to be available to take care of him. But today and the last two days she has been sick (with what we presume is the flu)- yesterday was the worst.
It started two days ago with sharp pains in her tummy, nausea, weakness and dizziness. She was unable to even sit up on the couch for more than a few minutes and was completely unable to eat without pain getting worse. That’s why there was no post this morning.
I’ve been following her around like a shadow to keep an eye on her, but I couldn’t get her to type for me. In fact, she really couldn’t do much of anything- but she did take care of Twilight and me- and then she did something I’ve never seen her do since I was adopted- nothing. Absolutely NOTHING.
We don’t know what’s wrong- but it looks like she’s getting better now, because her the critters’ parents dropped by some medicine for her this morning and within a few minutes of taking it, the pains stopped, the nausea stopped, and now she can eat again. Only, she still is very weak and lightheaded. We’ll be back tomorrow!
The Can Opener slept in past 7:30 AGAIN today. I was not happy. I gave my very best, LOUDEST bugle call ever, and she still wouldn’t get up until 7:45! Meanwhile, my tummy was rumbling like a thunderstorm in a rainforest, and I just know I lost more weight. I think I even lost a few ounces in my paws this time- and that could be serious! What if my paw pads melt away before she wakes up and feeds me? Not only would I lose my absolutely darling pink paw pads, but I wouldn’t be able to walk! I’d have to just plop on my side and ROLL into the kitchen!
I mean, the Can Opener is sweet and everything, and she gives me lots of love, but you can’t live on love alone! You need Fancy Feast and whipped cream and treats and popcorn and shredded cheese too! And what happens when the Can Opener malfunctions? I can’t go on this way!
Of course, when she got up she told the Backup Can Opener that her tummy hurt- and he replied that he hadn’t slept all night- (he blames the surgery on his arm Saturday)- as if having your arm sliced open is an excuse for not feeding the poor underfed cat.
At least I finally got fed- a whole 10 minutes after the zombie finally got up- but by that time I was desperate enough to eat the first spider that came along- and that’s just plain gross!
Twilight says I’m being a selfish brat- I say, “Well, DUH! OF COURSE I AM! I’M A CAT!”
Our humans believe in giving thanks and expressing gratitude in everything. Good for them. Don’t get me wrong- I (Twilight), am a very thankful cat. Here are some things I’m thankful for and why:
Claws: Yes. I’m thankful for claws. They have saved me from countless attempts to “bathe” me in a sink, which every cat out there knows is really code for “drown.”
Teeth: I’m especially grateful for teeth, because even when my claws are trimmed (against my will, I might add)- My teeth are a great backup. Besides, without teeth I couldn’t enjoy Fancy Feast and treats….and popcorn!
Redi Whip: I’m thankful for Redi Whip- You know, that purrfectly awesome yummy stuff that humans squirt directly in their mouth and then put the can back in the fridge- one day someone left it out on the counter after it was used, and I just “happened” to hop up onto the counter and I tasted it- I love it!
My Can Opener: Okay, in spite of baths, nail trims, ear cleaning, flea medicine, and all that othet fussy stuff, I guess I am thankful for the Can Opener- after all, she is the one who keeps the food coming.
The Backup Can Opener: I’m even thankful for the backup Can Opener, because if the primary one doesn’t work, there’s a backup- and because he lets me snag his oyster crackers and cheese nips.
Fancy Feast: My favorite food- but I usually give thanks after I eat, because I don’t believe in wasting a moment when it comes to eating. And last, but not least,
Treats: Another no brainer. I mean, not being thankful for treats is just plain ridiculous.
Now it’s Sushi’s turn: Let’s see what she’s thankful for
The human knows I’m used to eating at exactly 4:30 am EVERY MORNING (when she has the tornadoes coming)- so she knows that on her days off, I’m STILL going to be STARVING at 4:30- at least, if humans are half as smart as they think they are, it should be a no-brainer. Well, this morning I sat at the foot of the bed at 4:00 am when her alarm DIDN’T go off, so I could show her how loyal I am, knowing she was supposed to be up.
Well, her response was to cover herself up and turn over. Nice. Not the response I was supposed to get. So, I decided to be generous and give her another 5 minutes. Same response. I did it again- and got no response at all. This time I waited a whole 15 minutes and then yelped as if it was the end of the world- all she did was say, “Sushi?” right before she fell asleep again.
By this time, I’ve lost a whole 2 ounces and I feel weak and dizzy and can barely have enough energy to scratch. Even the fleas are packing their bags.
So now, I’m really hungry and I mean business! It took all the self control I could muster up -(and I’m a tortie, so that’s not much)- but I decided to let her sleep again…. for 10 minutes. Then I let out a pleading yelp that should’ve made her think I was dying, and still she slept!
Finally at 7:30,….
One more desperate yelp, because I’m losing weight and failing fast, and the whole room is spinning and I can’t even hold on with my claws anymore because I’m so hungry I have no strength left…. and the back-up human comes in and lightly taps her arm and she instantly springs out of bed like a flipping geyser, wide awake and walks right out of the room headed for the Keurig. I couldn’t believe it. I’m 13 pounds lighter than I was at 4:00 this morning, and she walks right by me and gets her coffee before feeding me.
I finally managed to wake her up, but I almost had to call the Marines to do it! The Can Opener stayed up late last night because her day got thrown off schedule since Human #2 had surgery on his arm yesterday. It’s funny how much something like that can impact things- especially the cat’s feeding and play schedule! I’m going to have to have a serious talk with this lady.
After a week of her favorite thing (taking care of the baby tornado)- she took Thursday off to prepare for early surgery for the hubster on Friday and the rest of the day making sure he was okay. He’s been in constant pain for months, and even though he’s still hurting now, they are relieved because this time it’s because his arm is repaired. But getting her to play with me hasn’t worked out yesterday or today! And I’m not happy! I even nipped at her ankles several times this morning but she said she couldn’t play while she was cooking!
So, I did what any other normal cat would do under the circumstances, and tried to get Sushi to play- she threatened to eat me for lunch.
As I suspected that didn’t go over well. Of course, she wanted to sleep -(what else is new)?
So I waited a little while til she woke up on her own and went to her next favorite spot- (her dish in the kitchen)…. and I was even nice enough to let her eat first- then approached her for playtime after that, hoping she’d be a little more polite and likely to play.
Here’s how that went…
Pretty soon, the Can Opener had time to play, but by that time, I was the one wanting to sleep! So, she went to see if Sushi wanted to play and found this:
And now the Can Opener wants to sleep again. Oh yay.
I think everybody needs something to smile about, so that’s why my pals and I got together to show you our royal cuteness. Enjoy!
Well, GEEZ! I was just about to end my post, and Sheba HISSED at me on catbook because I only posted ONE picture of her! Some cats are so flipping SENSITIVE! Fine. I’ll add some more pictures of her Royal Hiney, Sheba, the Psycho cat next door (But Sushi and Serafina and Abby and I are the cutest)!
Okay, well, Sheba is kinda cute. I know because she told me.
I was going to do a post to make you guys smile this morning, but Sushi is getting on my VERY. LAST. NERVE. I saw her laying on the rug and swiped at her to let her know I wanted to play and she HISSED at me and smacked me with her tail- so I smacked her back. And she smacked me back. And I smacked her back again.
Today I’m featuring some of the best examples of we fabulous felines that I’ve seen, either because of their cattitude, intelligence, or just good looks -(besides myself, I mean)… so grab your coffee and get ready to wake up happy!
She’s going to be a great cat slave when she gets bigger…
I think the reason I love her so much is just because of the way the she lights up when she sees me come into the room, and because she’s always begging the Can Opener to let her feed me treats. The best part is, she never just feeds me “3 or 4” like the Can Opener says- she keeps feeding me more and more and more (until the human catches her). This morning she fed me almost half a bag before the Can Opener caught her and took them away! (Twilight would be so mad)! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
But I heard the Can Opener tell her she can’t keep feeding me treats if she’s going to give me so many because she doesn’t want me to “get fat!”
But the critter likes me “fat”- and I like the treats. I’m going to have to have a long talk with that Can Opener of mine. This is against the Critter’s constitutional right to “purrsue life, liberty, and (my) happiness!”
I’m calling this post “Monday Mischief” because I plan on getting into a lot of mischief today.
It’s time to have some flipping FUN!
Why get into mischief? I don’t know. Probably because I’m a cat and I feel like it. But mainly because it’s cold and has been raining so much that everything outside is all muddy and I don’t like getting mud on my paws just to go out and run wild for a while. I keep trying to play with Her Grumpiness (Sushi)- but she just grunts and swats at me, and then I get upset and swat the holy heck out of the big whale.
So then I start playing with everything I can find- lucky for me the Can Opener likes to play- only she’s not so crazy about my claws locking onto her when we wrestle. And I’m not crazy about getting my claws trimmed.
But this is why I love the pink thingie- there’s ribbons, and beads, and sparkleys and it’s so much fun! And, it doesn’t yelp when I sink my claws into it!
Well, my tummy’s growling now- time for dinner and my nightly grooming with the Can Opener! My favorite part of the day!