Joolez Talk

Tuesday morning

Tuesday morning, it is 5.15 in the morning and my Ragdoll boy comes to the bedroom, crying. Well, my morning is officially over now. 

He is crying because my partner left for work and possibly forgot to say a proper goodbye, also telling him, that he will be back. So naturally the poor Ragdoll boy is confused: "My human is gone, I don't know if he is EVER coming back. I should alert the other human to this fact!"

Thank you Jeremy! How else would I have ever known? I could have been just sleeping. 

I can calm him down a minute by petting him, but unfortunately now that I am up I urgently need to go to the bathroom. Telling him that I will be back, I make a quick run to the bathroom. But when I come back - while discovering that my secret superpower is to find furniture in the dark with my toes - Jeremy (the Ragdoll boy) decides that I have left him for too long and he needs to move on. People are just too unreliable.  

Or maybe he got scared by the large figure that screamed very loud when the toe hit the corner of the bed? In any case he is leaving, I am awake and the birds are singing.  Not quite sure what they are so happy about at this time, but I guess it is safe to say that none of them stubbed their toe on their beds.

All attempts at getting back to sleep are futile. I lie awake in my bed and finally decide to get up, noticing that all cats - including Jeremy the Ragdoll boy - are sound asleep. It seems that by 7:20 also the birds have gone back to sleep, as it suddenly gets very quiet outside. 

So all in all just another Tuesday morning: Hello world, I am awake. Why have you gone back to sleep? 

 

 

Old cats

My personal nightmare: Sticking the cat with a needle 5 times a day, in between feeding her renal diet food mixed with water through a syringe at least 5 times a day for the next few days, only to be looking forward to maybe next week starting with infusions 3 times a week (more needle-action).

I know that in a coule of days she will feel better and all this is only to make her feel better, but oh how she detests me right now! Well, at least while I do this. 20 minutes later she'll be at my side purring again. Still.

On one hand she is an old cat, 16 years, and chronic kidney disease can not be "healed". On the other hand, with good care she can still live a lot longer (well, with an old cat you never know how "long" that will be). So what do you do?

For now I feel she doesn't want to go ... yet, she might have some fight left in her, but will I know "when" to let go?

So much easier with the other two before her, they were just really sick and everything we did just didn't help. And I could exactly pinpoint that moment when they wanted to "go". But with her it's really not easy to "know."

Call me Bridget!

Good morning Ms. Jones!

Dramedy (drama/ comedy) in the morning. I stepped on the cat, lost balance, tried to hold onto something - unfortunately it was the "not-yet-fixed-to-the-wall" bookshelf that tumbled upon me, while simultaneously I fell into the "not-yet-organized" pile of stuff behind me. Cats screaming, myself screaming, and then trying to move my aching body out from under the shelf. Lots of bruises, ripped shirt, nobody there to help, took the poor, hurt cat to the vet, no time to get my bleeding foot fixed by a doctor. And where is Hollywood when you have a Bridget-Jones moment?  Next thing: get a vacation and fix all the "not-yet-fixed" stuff.

Snoring ....

Somewhere I read that in the ancient times men used to snore to protect them and their families from eing eaten by predators at night. 

Now how do I get the point across to the "modern man", that this kind of behaviour is no longer neccessary due to the fact that the wild cats roaming the bed at night are properly fed and otherwise mostly harmless?

The sweet sounds of waking up

I woke up this morning to the sound of a slamming door around 5:30 - when the ghost left the house to go to work. I went to the bathroom decided I can go back to bed for another half hour, when after just a short time I heard the "sweet" sounds of a cat in convulsions, the familiar sound just shortly before the black one throws up, followed by a shrill sound that still reminds me of a cat that is being killed and then comes the all too well known throwing up.

And while I was listening to this I remembered that I dosed off to sleep last night to the sound of a cat tearing down my new blue cardigan from the chair I had draped it on before I went to bed. And while I was remembering this in my somewhat drousy state of mind I made the mental connection, wanted to jump out of bed, but it was already too late.

That's one explanation why today I started my day with the washer running while I am still not completely awake.

And reading this thrilling blog entry I really need to remind myself what an interesting, glorious, fantastic, fa-bu-lous and absolutely fascinating life I really lead .. yeah rrright! ..... Spectacular!

Then again I think I am quite content with my boring life. I only need to work a little on my reluctance to go to work on a Monday morning.

Loving every minute of it

Don't we all love it when our cats snuggle up to us on the sofa and look at us with this irresistible look from their magical eyes?

Well, I do.  I am loving every minute of it.  There is nothing more soothing and relaxing than tickling a cats silky soft belly and listening to its purr.

If one cat makes you a happy person, what kind of person would you be if you had four cats?

Well I don't know if there is a name for it, but I do know - for sure - that these cherished cat moments make life pretty damn close to  paradise. 

Good morning

dear "diary", good morning dear kitties.

Could there be anything better than to set foot in cat vomit something undefined warm, wet and slippery right after you get out of bed? For the life of me I can't think of anything. And here's a diet tipp you haven't heard before: do this every morning and then clean it up before you had breakfast and your appetite will be spoiled for hours after. Now isn't that a warm and fuzzy thought?

Mourning

While I was fiddling around with the layout to my planned fotoweb, in the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadow crawl along the curtain on my right side. I soon realized it is a beautiful butterfly, most likely one of those we hatched ourselves in the balcony flower box.

With the blink of an eye all four cats were alarmed by something moving. 4 tails nervously wagging, 7 eyes rapidly following each move, and while I was trying to save the beautiful creature from the lusting eyes of the four-legged monsters, the poor creature did the worst it could. It flew up against the ceiling right behind the shelf where of course I can not reach however much I want. But the cats can jump up there and so they did, and in one second Lilli caught it, and most likely severly hurt it and it must have fallen down behind the shelf, because there was no munching, but nervous paw-fiddling between wall and shelf.

I fear we now have a half dead butterfly behind our shelf, which is mounted to the wall, so even if I took out the half million books and other stuff we keep in there I could not save him.

Poor butterfly, I really wanted to save him, but he got scared of me and now he is suffering. Or maybe, which I really hope: Lilli caught him so bad he died instantaneously and didn't suffer. Once we move out of this place in x-years we will probably find more carcasses of murdered critters.

I love my cats, but goddess, they are cruel.

Hot Cat

In October my two eldest cats will be 9 years old, and in all these years we have never had a real bad accident involving the cats. Well, that's changed now. Yesterday I made pasta with tomato sauce, and just the second I took the pasta pot off the stove, Piers jumped on the stove.

I have a ceran-stove and he landed on the field the pot was standing just a second ago with the field still being hot. I saw this out of the corner of my eye and started yelling and screaming, and he jumped right off. I dumped the pot in the sink, got an icecube as fast as I could ran after the cat and caught him. Since I wasn't sure with which leg he landed on the hot "plate" I rubbed all his paws with the icecube. Of course he didn't appreciate the effort.

It's wet. Which cat with a sane mind (even if your paws are burning) would voluntarily wet their paws. His face and squirming were telling me: "What are you thinking?" Turned out all his paws looked fine, none seemed to be burned. He probably got so scared by me screaming that he didn't have time to burn his paw(s).

The reason he jumped up on the stove was the grass I had put up on the window sill, approximately where the stove is. Just a bad karma day. Usually the cats are not allowed in the kitchen, and I rarely keep the grass by the stove. Well, nothing happend, thank god. Just a reminder why cats and kitchen don't go together well.

Yuck!

You really gotta love your cats to make it through a day when you are being woken up by the sound of a cat throwing up. To 3 hours later when you go outside in the wintergarden to hang up your fresh washed clothes and you step into something gooey (barefoot) and looking down you realize it's something a cat threw up. When another 5 hours late you just fed the cats and sat down in the living room to watch the Gilmore Girls and hear that "sound" again and jump up in horror only to find another cat threw up the food she just ate.