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Tigger’s Latest Adventure

Purrs to all! I have had an eventful week. Monday, Mommy took me to the vet’s office. . .and left me there!!!!

I was so very afraid. The doctor took me out of my cage several times to do tests to see what was wrong with me. I was a good boy and didn’t put up a fight. I was too scared. Mommy was nowhere to be seen, and I did not know all those people.

The doctor and his nurses were all very nice to me. I kept trying to hide behind the litter box in my cage. The last morning I was there one of the nurses told me “It’s not working, Tigger, I can see you.” I was shocked. All that time I had thought that since I was crouched with my head behind the litter box and couldn’t see them, that they couldn’t see me either. I’m still thinking about that one. They told Mommy that they said I was an ostrich, whatever that is. It must be OK, because Mommy laughed.

Mommy finally came and brought me home. The doctor told her it was a recurrance of my bladder infection and that her gave me a shot of two week antibiotic. She isn’t making me take that awful medicine anymore, so I guess it was worth getting a shot.

When I got home Jay Jay was really glad to see me, but my sisters and Mama hissed at me. That hurt my feelings. Mommy said it was because I smelled like the vet’s office and that they would get over it in a day or two. Thomas and Mikey just gave me a sniff to say hello and went on their way.

The shot the doctor gave me is working, because I feel better every day. I’m back to being my loving, sweet self, Mommy says.

I have to go now, I hear Mommy filling the food dish and I’ve been very hungry since I got home. Vet hospital food is not the same as what you have at home, you know.

Purrs to all…..Tigger

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IMG_0145Hello, I’m Mikey the Wonder Cat. I’m a ‘wonder cat’ because you always have to wonder what I’m going to do next. Mommy has been busy on the computer working on a spreadsheet and analysing data all day. She made me wait for computer time.

While I was waiting I got a little bored, so I wandered into the kitchen looking for something to do. Mommy has some real cute little cherry tomatoes she picked yesterday. Now she doesn’t have as many as she did this morning. I discovered they make super duper toys. They roll, are soft enough to hook a claw in and toss, boy these things are great!

Daddy saw me and told on me, so now the tomatoes are in a container to keep me from stealing any more for toys. Daddy brought me in a hickory nut to chase instead. We have lots of toys, but all of us like the things we find and pretend are toys best.

Daddy says I’m a handsome tomcat with a very expressive face. Mommy says I have a very melodious meow. They both say I’m a little spoiled. I make sure they spoil me by getting in their laps and rubbing against them, purring and being very lovable. It works too, because I get away with things (like the tomatoes) that Amy or Maggie Mae would get scolded for.

I’m a big cat like my brother Tigger. I’m “taller” and longer though, so while we weigh the same 15 pounds, he is chubby and I’m sleek and muscular. Tigger can move pretty fast though. I sat on the table today (and last night) watching Mommy try to catch him and give him his medicine. Daddy blocked the door with his wheelchair and when Tigger ran between the wheels, Daddy caught him by the tail. Tigger cried, so Daddy let him go before Mommy could get there, and the chase was on again. She did catch him and give him the medicine though. Tigger sure does hate that stuff.

Now, with Jay Jay and Tigger both having bladder/kidney stone problems, Mommy is on a health kick. She brought new dog and cat food that is supposed to help with the bladder thing and our general health. We are ALL mad at Mommy now, because we hate that food. It is bland, has no good flavors or smell, no pretty colors, nothing. And she expects us to eat it!  We are taking turns sitting at the food dish, looking unhappy, in the hopes she will change her mind. Amber even tried to cover it up, but Mommy didn’t take the hint.

I would like to take a nap, but it isn’t long till time for Tigger’s medicine and I have a bet with Thomas T that he’ll get away this time. I’ll talk to you folks again another day. I’m going to find a good spot to watch the race. Purrs to all.

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Tigger. . .


I’m Tigger. I’m Precious’ favorite son. I tell Mikey all the time that Mama loves me best. He just gives me that cat-eyed look and goes off to find something to do (nap usually).

At the moment I’m mad at Mommy. You see; I was sick with a bladder infection a few weeks ago and she took me to the vet. He poked and prodded me all over, but I was a good boy and just mewed a little. Then he gave me some shots and medicine that Mommy brought home and gave me. She had to keep it cold.  I DO NOT like cold stuff!

Everything was OK till yesterday when I started feeling bad again. I tried not to let Mommy know, but Jay Jay dog can smell the infection, and he started following me around and being worried.Mommy had been keeping a close eye on me anyway, I think she and Jay Jay figured it out at about the same time. 

I overheard Mommy telling Daddy this morning that she was going to call the vet. Then she left and when she came back, she had more of that awful, cold medicine! Daddy held me in his lap while she made me drink it from a syringe that had the correct dose marked on it. Yucky stuff!!! I ran off and hid when she and Daddy let me go.

I love Daddy, but I wish he wouldn’t help Mommy give me that medicine. He has strong arms and can hold onto me real good. He told Mommy I was a heavy cat. She said, “Well, he weighed 15 pounds at the vet’s office.”

That makes me think of another thing I’m mad at Mommy about.

When I was at the vet’s he told Mommy he was worried about my weight because I had a class 3 heart mummer. I don’t know what that is, but it made Mommy worry and she and Daddy started putting the food dishes away at night, ours and Jay Jay’s. She said that was because I eat Jay Jay’s food, too. I think, ‘but it is only a snack, gee whiz, not my regular 20 meals a day that I eat from the cat-food dish.’ I don’t see the problem. I eat nutritious food most of the time.

Right now I’m trying to stay under the covers in Daddy’s room. Mommy can’t see me there, I only look like a big lump under the covers. If she does see me, she might think I’m Mikey, because he likes to sleep under the covers, too.

I’m glad Mommy let me write today, I feel better now that I gotten to tell someone how she has been picking on me lately with these vet visits, medicine, and diet. I’m just a pitiful little bitty kitty after all.

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