The kittens are coming!

Did you ever figure out where the pooh WAS going, when it was mysteriously absent for a while?

MAGNAPLASM, that's it. Such odd stuff.

I think it was going in the outside tray.

MAGNAPLASM happens in your strange country too, you know. It happens yesterday, of course.....but it happens.

You think, eh. So it could still happen that you reach for long-unused shoes in the back of the closet, and whoopsie...

Eek, hope that doesn't happen.

I've never in my life seen or heard of magnaplasm until you described its inexorable creep across your carpet. I believe it exists, but it's still vaguely science-fictiony in my own mind. Seems like something covering a planet that Marvin complains about, loudly. ("This blasted magnaplasm is seeping into my rivets." Or whatever.)

Worrying about Sebastian. Don't want the little guy to be sick. You'll let us know what the vet says, won't you. Viola is always in the back of my worry spot. Sorry to hear that she's still coughing.

As for her gymnastic endeavors, I give the goil a ten. I think cats like to challenge themselves physically. It's like making a wilderness out of the indooors.

I'm not worried about the boots. Patty liked to sleep in one of my boots. No harm done, and Miranda couldn't reach her there.

I'm eh. Bad knee pain. Don't know what the hell happened. I found a way to walk without too much pain.

That cognitive therapy has had some positive effect. I'm stunned. I also haven't kvetched much in a long time. If the gift of kvetch is gone, so be it.

Enjoy the painful massage, deb. The result is worth the discomfort, I guess.

Vet thinks he's food sensitive. Good bloody grief. I have food to settle his tum...if it DOES settle it, I'll have to move him onto sensitive cat food.

Sebastian so does NOT seem like the sensitive type.

I thought a thinking therapy would be helpful for you.

I'd love to hear more about how you think it has helped if you want to tell.

Sorry about knee...I know from knees.

The existence of knees is strong evidence that there is no such thing as a benevolent god. Or one that's much good at design.

It was the standing erect thing wot done us in.

Yeah, this homo erectus business is for the boids.

Better yet, let him catch his own mice. I'm sure they're all organic, free-range, and cheese-fed. They don't come any healthier than in your house. Of course the feline way of killing mice is not exactly humane, but what's wrong with a little cultural relativism?

He killed a daddy long legs at the vets.

And I don't HAVE bloody mice!

So what did the vet say? Or was Daddy Longlegs the vet's name?

Food sensitivity.

Oh, right, you already said that. Well, I'm glad you found out Sebastian prefers spiders and doesn't tolerate those --- how do you call them? --- treats you are feeding to him.

Do you have to feed him special food? How will you keep his food and Viola's food separate?

Sigh. It's always something, but I'm glad it's not worse.

Yep, he has special food.

Viola is happy to eat it and it's fine for her. However, I COULD feed them separately because they are both such little gluttons. They eat their food really quickly, so it's feasible to separate them and feed. Such a contrast to Miranda, who ate a soupçon every few hours!

Actually, they're both hoeing into the remains of my last chicken dish!

I discovered you can't feed cats onions or grapes. Very good that I now know this.

He didn't EAT the spider.

This photo reminded me of my own late lamented felines. On the closet door is Miranda. On the bookcase is Patty who was trying to do what Miranda was doing--without the door.

Awwwwww.....