Monday, August 29, 2011

a tired little nurse


So the PM, aka "The Mommeh" is doing better.  She got in a lot of good sleeps on Saturday night and then all day and night on Sunday.  She still wakes up alot a odd times, but does not need constant supervision any more.  The 4 cuts on her belleh where they sucked out the gall bladder are healing and she does not have to stop herself from yelling if I accidentally land on that side of her stomach.

She is doing so much better that I gave her an unmutilated sparrow I found last night.  She actually got me some smelly goodness and took it out for 'burial' in the dumpster.

I had hoped to have another gala in September, as the Admiral suggested, but am afraid that the PM's medical leave may be too long to allow us to arrange that.  Perhaps someone else would be willing to coordinate an event?

My google account login is messed up, so I can't comment everywhere.  Daisy, your daisy straw hat is to die for!  Dante, what munificence you showed in ignoring the taunts! Mario, your heart is as big as ever!  Queen and Admiral, thank you deeply for your offers of assistance!  And, Spitty, you have more empathy than you let on, my loyal little knight!

Friday, August 26, 2011

Emergency! Emergency!

Two in one day!

Monday started like any other day, the PM went off to raise funds like she does.

She came home about the same time, but was very sick.  She said she had been to a human vet emergency room and had gall bladder problems.  She said she bomited in the car it was so bad!  She has to see a human vet about taking out a gall bladder, whatever that is.

Then she bomited again and called an ambulance.  They said I had to be in the bedroom.  I had water and my box there but no foods. 

PM finally came home on Wed evening and doesn't bomit anymore.  She was very worried about me.  But *I* opened the bedroom door and had foods.   

I am trying to lay on the purr therapies, but she says that it hurts too much when I lay on her tummie.  So that means she will recuperate slower than she would otherwise.  She gets tired easily but hurts too much to sleep enough sometimes.

Even though all that happened, she said she feels better than before seeing the vet for her gall bladder removal.

Woh!  I don't want any more emergencies.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Out of Commission pt 2

PM here; I was graceful enough on Monday afternoon to trip over a step about two inches high and fell flat out on the ground.  Bruised and stiff.  It was made worse yesterday when I had to drive an hour and a half each way to meet my brother and take care of transferring the title of the car he found for me.  A littlebit better today.  Thanks for the concern.  I've gotten a big dose of purr therapy tonight and Ringo is quite handy with the errands!

PM out of commission

The PM fell Monday and is very sore and bruised.  She has a hard time walking and sleeping due to the soreness.  But when she feels better, I will need to inform you about 'Bananamania'.

Monday, August 8, 2011

World Cat Day

My PM is so silly; she knows nothing about badges.  However, that does not mean we should ignore this special day!

My PM was well trained by my predecessor and knows that I dominate her world; or should.  She knows not to bring other cats around and that only very few humans can be admitted into my sanctuary.  She very often provides a great deal of lap time and shares some of her foods with me.  She provides catnip at almost every demand. 

I was rescued, so I know how lucky I am.  Many cats suffer from poor or no homes, hunger and other problems.  That could have been me.  So, I thank the people who rescued me and helped me connect with my PM, my human soul mate.

Sir Spitfire's Report

The Big Red Barn was aglow with the setting sun as the party assembled last evening—Sir Spitfire, Simba and Audrey, with The Admiral at the helm, set sail from BoraBora where they’d spent a relaxing day sipping Niptinis on the sandy beach and snacking on tropical sardines. They gladly detoured to collect HRH Princess Treasure and Princess Coco. The Admiral used all her considerable sailing skills to arrive at the BRB in record time. Once disembarked, the small but elegant company made their way immediately to the straw-strewn loft, to recline at their ease and catch up on one another’s latest news. The Admiral gave a status report on her Mommy’s injuries, and then both Princesses regaled the group with tales of the Royal Wedding they’d attended last April. The Admiral and Audrey were all agog to hear the glorious details, but Sir Spitfire and Simba took the opportunity for a brief nap in the warm straw. Soon the games were afoot. The entire party became aware that small creatures were darting through the straw. Simba and Spitty, gentlemen to the very core, hunted enough fresh mouse for several portions per party-goer. That, in addition to the fine picnic prepared and packed by The Princesses, made for an ample and satisfying repast. After dinner, Audrey (enjoying what Sir Spitfire believes to be her first Royal Party) and the Admiral sang a duet of “Cat’s Cradle” and then everykitty enjoyed a few frantic rounds of Hide & Seek in the barn. Finally, the frolic came to satisfying end as the group reformed for a brief purr and cuddle before The Admiral conveyed each guest to his or her residence. Everyone remarked how exciting it had been to escape the supervision of the Humans for an evening, and agreed that as soon as another suitable venue appeared, a repeat gathering should be arranged! Respectfully submitted, Spitty-the-Kitty

(Thank you, Sir Spitfire, for a job exceedingly well done!)

Friday, August 5, 2011

please check comments

for Sir Spitfire's great job reporting on last night's outing. The Pm will try to copy it into the library tomorrow for all to see

thank you everyone for the wonderful company and fine entertainments/repast.  HRH PT and PC

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

New Opportunity 2

Simba asked if the Admiral could provide transportation at least part of the way to the barn tomorrow night.  I welcome that, but as she is not my admiral, I cannot command her to do so.  It sounds as if she would be willing and We thank her for that.  Princess Coco has not had much practice teleporting and I have not done much myself in recent years, so we will appreciate the assistance.

We are also interested in seeing Sir Spitfire's coverage of the event.

New Opportunities

Spitty and Simba are right; if we can teleport, wo don't need humans.  Normally I want the PM there to take notes for PR and historical reasons, but this time, no.  We'll just do it ourselves.

So, I understand that dusk is a good time to hunt and commune with other critters as well as ourselves.  So, why don't we meet Thursday evening about 7:30?  Time to get together, say hi and then enjoy the entertainment. 

Sir Spitfire, can you write some notes afterwards?

Monday, August 1, 2011

Missed Opportunity

Boy, I can't believe the PM didn't follow up on Sir Spitfire's suggestion we all teleport to that interesting barn!  She wll need remediation and training....My apologies, Sir Spitfire.