Abigail

Abigail
In my new home.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Bad day for Blackie

Mum found a big bubble on Blackie's ear.  It's a hemotoma (a Blood clot).   It had to be opened to drain the blood (Uck!).  The vet said it will leave his ear crinkled.  He's so handsome and vain.  I know he will feel awful about a crinkled ear.  Even worse he has to have a button on his ear.  The ear hurts.  He cries and cries and thinks Mum can fix it.  They'll take the button out in a week or so.  I feel sooooo sorry for him.  I'll try not to chase him anymore.  At least not until it heals....


It's been really chilly outside.  I stay in more and more.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

An Up and Down Week....

              I'm soooo sorry that I've had no time to write.  I've spent most of the time outside.  Mum says I'm a "cat on a mision".  Maybe it I am.  I do know that I want to see everthing and explore the area around the house. 
              One morning we found Hammond so sick that we all thought he was dead.  Mum watched him and when he wanted to get up, Mum and Dad put him in the plaid box whose door keeps you from wandering away.  They left with him in the big green monster.  He didn't even cry.  When he returned he said that the huge vet had given him a shot.  He said it really hurt.  He says he tried to bite the vet, but he was restrained by the big guy.  Then the vet gave him some pink stuff.  He said that it wasn't bad.  He told me, "I have a very bad kidney infection, but I feel better already."  Every day he was told he had to have the pink stuff twice a day. By this morning he felt much better.  He even tried to play with me, but I could run faster than he.  Hammond has quite a history which I will relate another time. He is Dad's cat, even following him everywhere and wanting to be near him.
               There is a wild cat, living outside.  Mum thinks it is a  female.  Somehow she got into the house.  She went crazy and tried to climb the walls, breaking some things including one of Mum's favorite gass cats.     Still she sits and stares in the window.  She is fluffy and might be a torti.
               The nights have been cold.  I don't like the cold. And it rained all day yesterday.  I don't lke the rain either.  Whenever a cat comes in wet, the cat is as called a "wet cat"
                 My cousin, Boxer, chased a dog out of his hmans yard.  He just joined our other cats as dog chasers:  Big grey, Samcat went after a very large dog; Bits used to terified some lttle yippy-apiny "weiner dog; Then Poppy chased a Jack Russell.  These are brave cats!
               I have so many things to write about....   But, I'm having a "nap attack'"