Wiped out after a long play session and an (attempted) nail trim.
The Can Opener has made several attempts to trim Sushi’s claws, by herself, but without the Marines, it’s just not going to happen. Today she watched a few videos on YouTube looking for tips that might help since she can’t get her into the vet for a trim for at least a few weeks. They aren’t making many appointments.
After watching several videos, she finally decided to try some tips from a Vet who clipped his own (angry) cat’s claws. It looked a lot easier than it actually was- because even though that cat was also angry, it wasn’t “Ms. Alligator Roll.”
Maybe the video will help someone else out there with a militant cat, but for the Can Opener, Sushi won- again.
I think Sushi knows those switchblades on her feet are her only means of ruling the roost around here, and she’s not planning on giving them up. No matter how many treats she’s offered. So, what’s next? I’ll be watching… with a big bowl of popcorn!!!
The Can Opener is getting on my last nerve! She does her workout, and just because I come to coach her and make sure she does all the moves right, she thinks I need to work out too. I think that trainer is going to her head.
Next thing I know, she’ll be serving me salad, or tofu. And now, I hear I have a vet appointment to get my claws trimmed, and some shots. You know what that means? That means SCALES. That means I have to practice the Alligator roll and get better at it. Last time that vet wasn’t prepared for me. The human said that when the vet brought me back out to the car, she was breathless and looked like she’d been through Armageddon.
I did good.
I stretch, and sharpen my claws on the mat while she’s doing her lunges and stuff and that IS my workout. Does she praise me for it? NO. she tells me I’m making her trip over the mat. (Hey, that’s a GREAT IDEA)!
Well- I guess I may as well play- I have to get my strength up for the Alligator roll.
After a stressful night of scary fireworks, we need some therapy.
Sushi and I were waiting all day for the humans to get back from their 4th of July celebration last night and her sister looked after us until they got back. But we disussed it, and neither of us gave them permission to ditch us for the day. We were not happy! They are SO grounded from snuggles!
We were safe and in the air conditioning, and they had done everything they could to make sure we’d be fine. But there were some loud fireworks here for hours while they were gone. Right when we were starting to sleep, there were loud BANGS that just didn’t stop. We didn’t know what was happening, or which way to run! So, we hid… under the bed… until they got home around midnight.
Today, she’s expecting it’s going to happen again, so she’s already found herself a new hiding spot-under the neighbor’s table she had set up for a garage sale yesterday.
We thought it would never end. But they did come home, and when they did we got spoiled royally- and The Can Opener spent a long time comforting Sushi before finally going to bed. As for me, once I saw they were home, I knew I’d be okay, and went outside to find my Mama. I never saw her though, because she’s afraid of fireworks so she won’t even come back until things are normal again. I hope Sushi doesn’t eat all the tuna by that time.
Twilight has been running around with Romeo again. Oh joy.
Somehow she thinks I want to hear all about her romance with Romeo, the siamese down the street. I could care less. Now, if she wants to tell me about a handsome calico cat, or a persian, I might want to hear about it. But I’m not interested in her boyfriend and his “purrfect royal blue eyes.” Geez.
We more experienced felines are more concerned about the important things in life- like food, catnip, treats, and the best napping spots in the house.
We’re different. She loves to run wild outside, chase mice and butterflies, climb trees and hunt ducks.
I love a nice, warm lap to nap on. Especially if it comes with a nice long grooming, a massage on my head and shoulders, followed by treats, and accompanied by a teddy bear with a blanket tucked around me.
I’d rather melt into the Can Opener’s lap and purr myself to sleep any day. Oh! It’s time for my grooming now! Goodnight!
A morning to rejoice and Worship the Resurrected King!
Happy Easter from Twilight and Sushi & Can Openers!
Everyone was so happy it’s Easter! No matter how bad things look- there is Hope because our Saviour and Lord Jesus Christ ISN’T DEAD ANYMORE! He’s ALIVE! And with Spring comes new life, new blossoming, and new hope.
To the little ones, it’s all about candy, seeing their friends at church (or anywhere they can), Easter egg hunts, new clothes- and the Easter Bunny.
I have to say though, If I’d seen that bunny hopping around in my yard, the last thing on my mind would be eggs- Easter or not! Sushi and I were having a great morning- it’s warmer (than 30 degrees finally), and sunny and everything’s blossoming.
Everyone’s happy and I went out to harass the ducks and birds that were putting on a concert for me this morning, and after being outside for most of the morning getting into all kinds of cat mischief, I came in, and settled down on top of the desk right under the heater for a nice, long, nap.
Then things changed.
The Can Opener decided this was a great time to surprise me with plopping me in the kitchen sink and dousing me with water and shampooing me with this “Shed Control” shampoo! *tail FLAP!*
I made it clear I was not in the mood for a bath, but she didn’t listen. I should’ve known she was up to something when she sneaked up and trimmed my claws while I was half asleep. Oh, she tried to take pictures, but she figured out pretty quickly that snapping pictures with one hand and holding a lathered up wet (struggling) cat with the other hand probably wasn’t a good idea.
She kept saying the shampoo would help me not shed so bad. I have a feeling she’s going to be shedding pretty soon!
I didn’t like the idea at all- but afterward, she loaded me up with treats and put me in a cozy spot under the heater, and when I finally dried off I got to go back out and finish with my mischievious plans while the sun was still out. By this time it was warmer out- so I did what any cat in their right mind would do, and I found the nearest pile of leaves and rolled around several times right in the middle of it! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Then, I had an Easter surprise of my own that made me forget all about that bath interruption! My mama came to have dinner with me!
This is my Mama (who is still feral but only trusts my human)….
Why? Because I feel like it. And I’m a cat, so I can. Yesterday Twilight posted about giving thanks… That’s typical of her because she’s a very happy little girl. So am I – until something doesn’t go my way. But it’s not my fault. I’m a tortoiseshell with white (calico)- we torties tend to be very vocal. So, here’s my list of why I plan on having a Whiny Wednesday.
The Can Opener fed me this morning. I should be thankful, right? Well I am- except that she fed me Tiki cat mackerel and tuna. There wasn’t enough of the juicy stuff and the chunks of mackerel were too hard to eat. I felt like I was eating a fishy pillow!
She gave me treats. Another thing Twilight said I should be thankful for. But what she didn’t tell me was that the “treats” are medicine!! They are Lysine chews!! What a dirty trick to pull on a sweet, unsuspecting cat like me. They taste like MEDICINE. Of course, I rejected them.
She brushed me. Here we go again. Another “thing to be thankful for”- but she used a new brush that is meant to de-shed me so I don’t get hairballs. Way to take the fun out of being brushed. *sigh*
She picked me up to cuddle me on her lap. And then, right when I was getting all relaxed and sleeepy, she sneezed. 17 times! (I’m typing this under the bed).
See? I’ve got a bunch of good reasons to whine! *Looking for some cheese…*
I told the Can Opener that now that she’s all better, it’s time to pay up- she owes me some SERIOUS playtime- (with interest). When I saw her have her coffee and prayer time this morning and then start baking cookies for the Critters and their parents, I knew she was feeling better, so I made it clear (by hijacking her desk chair), that I wanted to play.
So we played for a few minutes until I had to scratch… and then I had to bathe because she kept messing up my fur- and then I had to lick between my toes, because, well, I’m a cat, and I’d only done that 4 times today.
Well there’s something about me stopping a play session to fix my fur, scratch, lick between my toes, (and scratch my ears) that seems to tell the Can Opener, “I’m done playing.” Then she goes and gets busy with something else.
I don’t get what it is with her. My bathing and scratching session only lasts 20 minutes- I see absolutely no reason whatsoever why she can’t just sit there in front of me with the pink thingie, my mice, my golfballs, and pingpong balls, and a ribbon assortment and just wait until I’m done…with a big bucket of treats.
I guess I need to start training her all over again. Or maybe I’ll trade her in for a newer model.
See? He probably left a play session to groom too-
A visit from my Mama! We hunted and played all evening!
I was so happy when I woke up to a very sweet, familiar scent… My Mama was in the backyard waiting for me to see her and come outside! The Can Opener treated her to lots of food (even some tuna)! And then we hunted all evening – I’ve missed her so much, because she’s my favorite (cat) playmate. And today had started out cold and wet, so I hadn’t expected to see her- until I caught that familiar scent and followed it to our back door, where I found her eagerly waiting to play!
We always play fight and chase each other and cuddle, and then go to the stream behind our house to watch the ducks and geese. Then, when I know the Can Opener is getting ready for bed, we cuddle a little longer and say goodnight and I go inside and tell the Can Opener all about it while she grooms me and gives me treats.