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.
Hey, Mom- I assure you you don’t have enough treats to buy your way out of this one!
I knew Sushi wasn’t going to appreciate the trip to the vet – But she appreciated it a lot less when we walked in and found that every Human being in the waiting room had a dog with them – (or two). The dogs ranged in size from a cucumber to a mini horse, and then there was the little walking mop with bleeding paws. He had his hair pulled up in a scrunchie with a pink bow on top of his head and couldn’t seem to keep his tongue in his mouth (the rest of them couldn’t, either for some reason) – and he was on a long leash and seemed quite enamored with the gray thing in the pink box with the big green eyes. He wouldn’t have been so enamored if he’d seen her claws.
The appointment was at 6:30 and we were still waiting for Sushi to get taken to a room at 8:00. Sushi objected loudly (and was getting hungry)- so she really didn’t like those overgrown hairballs staring at her and getting closer to her carrier.
By 9:00, Sushi had been examined and the vet confirmed my suspicion that she had an ear infection in her left ear. I also finally got the name of the “skin condition” she has had since we adopted her- and she got an antibiotic shot for that, another antibiotic shot for feline acne (I never knew cats could get acne, but apparently they need either stainless steel, ceramic, or glass dishes to avoid getting it).
Then there were her Rabies and Distemper shots, and a tube of antibiotic ointment for her ear. She got so many comments on her pretty coat and big green eyes, but that didn’t smooth things out enough for her because by now, rain was pounding like a jackhammer on the roof making her even more nervous, and she was cold.
As soon as we got home, I put the carrier down and opened it, and she flew out of it and ran right to her food dish (big surprise).
I felt awful for her, because that was stressful for her- and having to be in the carrier so long wasn’t good. But once she saw she was safely at home and fed (and given her pain medicine)- she stayed as close to me as possible and kept giving me love all night as if to say, “thank you.” It turns out her skin condition is hyperplasia- which makes her skin extra sensitive (nerve condition)- and giving her back scratches too long actually turns painful after a few seconds. My poor baby!
But at least now I know why she sometimes hisses when we scratch her back, and it is being treated, and I’m happy I noticed she was having a problem with her ear and was able to get her help. Already, she is much calmer and happier. And I’ve gotten rid of her dishes that weren’t glass, ceramic, or stainless steel.
Today, she even followed me outside and got to enjoy the sunshine!
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…
HURRY UP, Can Opener- and we MIGHT forgive you- (better bring treats and toys)…
We have been really upset with you, Can Opener. We’ve even decided not to eat -(while Daddy’s looking)- until you get back, so HURRY UP! The neighbors don’t serve Fancy Feast and WeRuVa- and Daddy doesn’t do it the way we like – and, he doesn’t put my special blankie down at bedtime and tuck me in with my bunny.
So Sushi and I will keep dispensing fur everywhere until you get here.
That psychotic albino flea gets bored and keeps pretending to snuggle up with me and groom me only to turn around and SWAT the fleas right off me trying to make me play. I’m telling you, one of these days….I’m going to swat her clear to the moon!
She’s got it coming… I can’t even enjoy a nice, long, nap on a rainy day without her pouncing on me. And now the Can Opener is insisting on trimming my claws. She got two done before I decided it wasn’t going to happen- not in this lifetime!
So our human dad has been sick since Wednesday, and our human has been busy trying to keep his fever down, and keep him comfortable. We don’t have a problem with that, because that’s just what she does. But she normally takes dictation for us too, and last night, she said she just couldn’t take the time.
What?? But THAT’S WHY WE KEEP YOU AROUND, HUMAN! Well, that and feeding us, dispensing treats, and of course, cleaning the litterbox, grooming us, delivering pets and cuddles on demand, let’s not forget providing flea treatment, and playtime on demand.
We are tempted to fire her, but that wouldn’t do any good because she’d never leave. And the backup human is still feeling lousy, so he wouldn’t even notice us. Great.
Meanwhile, psycho Twilight continues to plague me by coming over when I’m sleeping (I’m not even getting my usual 20 hours now)- and grooming me sweetly, then POUNCING on me trying to make me play!!
See? How rude. Anybody wanna buy a psychotic lynx point siamese?
To prevent the human from putting clean sheets on my bed. I had everything rumpled up just the way I like it, and she had the nerve to take advantage of my outdoor escapades to rip the sheets off and start opening windows to “let in some fresh *freezing* air.”
What the heck is wrong with you humans? It’s raining! Time to run and hide under a bush someplace, but wait- it’s WET! Then, I charge inside dripping wet and dart for the nice, warm bed, and all my cozy, rumpled sheets and blankets are gone- being drowned in the washer.
She had a folded set of clean sheets in her hands when she came back into the bedroom to finish carrying out her dastardly deed, but luckily I was able to hop on top of the comforter she had draped across the end of the bed, to let the water drain off my paws. I gave her a look that told her not to mess with me, so she finally decided the sheets could wait, and I got a good nap.
I think I’m going to send that weatherman a big, fat hairball.
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!!!
This morning has started out very annoying. First we woke up to a smokey haze hiding the sun and giving my fur a weird orange tint. I went outside and had to come back in. I was sitting in the windowsill pouting, then I looked over and saw Sheba come sauntering in, and helping herself to my food.
Now, where are those treats I smell?
I’m so glad she didn’t figure out how to get the treats the human leaves up on top of the desk for me. She has to leave them up there in my favorite hangout under the air conditioner because that’s the only place Sushi can’t get to to eat them. But I sure hope she stops staring at herself and leaves soon, because Sushi and I need to have a talk.
Well, that didn’t last long. The Can Opener got up to go into the kitchen and Sheba jumped down and followed her – growling and swatting at her leg! She got escorted outside- then she turned around and HISSED at the door!