Hi, Tennyson here. I just wanted to thank all our friends for the get-well wis
hes and purrayers while I was dealing with my dental work and teeth pulling. My mouth doesn’t hurt anymore. I can’t eat kibble, but Mommy feeds me plenty of canned food. I’m starting to gain weight and its harder to feel my ribs.
I’m behaving like my normal self now. Climbing onto high shelves, getting in cool cardboard boxes that Mommy lets us play with, and keeping an eye on the cottage activities in general. I stick my tongue out a lot, cause there are no teeth to hold it in. At least that’s what Dr. Kevin said about why I do it.
I take real good care of the kitchen…. we had just ate in this picture.
I like to hang around so I can talk Mommy into giving me extra bites. She can’t resist my “I love you Mommy …. but I’m starving” look.
I’ve got to go… I haven”t checked out the top of the big bookshelf today. Thanks again to each and every one who was worried about me.
We all abandoned the window ledges, beds, couches and chairs yesterday and found a safe hiding place downstairs in the basement. We spent most of the day down there, finding napping spots and places we could force ourselves into, just in case someone came downstairs. You never can tell with small humans, they run wild worse than a bunch of 3 month old kittens. They make more noise than kittens too, or puppies!
Our big humans, Mommy and Daddy, don’t make a lot of noise. They don’t run hither and thither stomping their feet. They don’t squeal and chase us trying to make us let them pet us (fat chance). They are nice and comfortable to be around. Not so small humans…great-grandchildren, Mommy calls them. They are all of the above and we are just too dignified and reserved to deal with it. So, it was hide in the basement time for us.
Except Tennyson. He didn’t seem to mind. He sat on a shelf upstairs and watched them. He did sit very still on the shelf.
It was a couple of hours after they left before we started drifting back upstairs. We looked everywhere, making sure they weren’t hiding from us, ready to spring out on us unexpectedly. But, they had gone home. Whew!
It’s peaceful in the cottage now. We did have a scare earlier though…. Mommy played back videos she took yesterday on the computer. We could hear the joyful shouts and screams of the small humans playing outside in the water and were afraid they had returned. Luckily, it was a false alarm.
Mommy needs to warn us before she does that again.
Mikey here. I’ve been biding my time, waiting for Mommy to let me write a post. I’m pretty good about waiting my turn.
I was starting to get worried though. So many of my kitty housemates have been sick that Mommy and Amber only write about them. I don’t think that’s fair. I have a few things to talk about too.
A few weeks ago I went to see Dr. Kevin. Maggie Mae and I went at the same time. We cried and fussed all the way. I was the loudest, because I didn’t want to go! It was just a check-up, Mommy said. We knew it was to find out if we had the dreaded heart murmur that runs in our family.
Turns out that Maggie Mae does have one, but only a Class 1, Dr. Kevin said. Nothing to worry about yet.
I don’t have one…. not even a tiny one!!! Everyone was surprised because I am a big cat, 16 pounds and no fat. I’m a muscular man-cat.
When we got home (I cried all the way home, too) I proceeded to take a nap. See me under my blanket?
I really, really like to sleep under a blanket. I will get under it myself or have Mommy hold it while I get underneath. I have her trained pretty good.
I like to sit in windows between naps…..
I’m so purrfectly happy to have a chance to write a post! Thank you, Mommy!
Purrs, Mikey the Wonder Cat