Tuesday, September 29, 2009

7 days and counting till the 'deball'


As you can see from the picture, it is time for the boys to go to the vet to get neutered. So on October 7th, they will be up at the Vet's getting their testicles removed. I think Ellie will be pleased. I KNOW she will be pleased. Plus, it is time, they are big enough now (both the boys and their balls) to have the surgery. When I made the appointment the woman at the desk asked if I wanted the declawed too. Crap, no....I will not declaw ever again. Misty was declawed but that was back in 1983 when I was stupid and to tell the truth, he was MEAN before the declaw so I really saved a whole lot of skin, mine in particular, by having that ghastly stuff done. Bob was also declawed, I am not sure why Mom and Dad did that, probably because they asked when they set up the neuter appointment 'do you want to get him declawed' and they said yes. Never, ever again....I try to talk people out of the damned surgery, tell them what it does yet they still go for it. And for those who do not know what it is: take a look at your hands, now remove your fingers from right behind the first knuckle....you've been declawed. Yeah, nice huh.

I've started letting the boys be around Ellie a bit more. For the most part they are doing well. I really only have to get after Louie for being aggressive. I make sure that Ellie knows that she is the queen and they are the heathens and that no one is allowed to be mean and hurt anyone, even she is not allowed to hurt. Hopefully I am approaching this the correct way. She will watch them play and isn't worried about going into the other room with them, I'm the one that worries. I followed her out there tonight to make sure all was safe and carried the squirt bottle. Louie does not like the squirt bottle.

Fall is here. Not that I can tell too much, this is Florida after all. It was nice and cool when I took Wraggs for her morning walk at 5:40am (yes, really). And I can tell that the earth has tilted a bit away from the sun, at least the northern hemishere has...for some reason I really like this time of year. Not sure why, I just do. Spring is nice but then that is short and Summer is here and it is hot. Maybe I like Fall because it is the start of the cooler season. Anyway, I am enjoying the weather. Plus, it can get me out to walk outside more...and I need to do that bad. I've gained weight and am not pleased. So instead of 15 pounds to lose it is closer to 20 pounds. I am back on my elliptical or treadmill and being diligent about watching what I eat. I really hate that I gained weight. grrrrr

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

A 'casualty' of the Heathens




It was bound to happen. There has been a 'casualty' in my home. A piece of pottery that we brought back from Mexico in 1968 (and then it sat in my parent's basement forEVER) took a dive off of the plant shelf. There used to be a cup on top of it. And that is no more...it shattered since the whole thing fell down about 10 feet. I'm glad the vessel itself survived. I sent the picture to my brother, sister in law and sister. I heard from my sister in law, she remembered where it 'lived' in my parents house. In the basement on a shelf at the bottom of the stairs. Oh and the heathen who caused the casualty: Louie. I totally figured it would be Hermie.
Wraggs is recovering quite well from her surgery. She is thrilled to get her antibiotics now, they come in cat food!!! Of course this mornings pill didn't get eaten so she got it tonight. She is still getting soft dog food, I'm sure she would like some of her crunchy treats but she can't have them. Yeah, I gave her a few biscuits today, just I felt bad for her.
And tonight was a small meet and greet for Ellie and the Heathens. She was in the living room and I let them out but held onto her. Each kitten came up to her and then they went straight for her butt to smell. And each came back with the 'yew' face. Poor Ellie. I finally let her go back to my bedroom where it is safe for her.
Ah, life is always entertaining here. I'm about to take Wraggs for another short walkie before winding down for the night. I need to walk more but she can't handle the longer walks, age and bad hips. I can do it, she can't (I'm not THAT old and my hips are just fine, thank you very much!).

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Queen of Heathens


Yes, that is me. Someone on the stuff on my cat board called me that and you know what? I like it. It works for me.


Wraggs had her surgery yesterday and came home very loopy. I swear her eyes rolled back in her head about 8pm. They had to remove 1 tooth, she has stitches and gets to eat soft food (canned food) for 2 weeks. I thinks she is happy with that. And all the rest of her teeth were good, just stained so they cleaned them up. She now has a bright white pepsodent smile. I have to give her a pain pill and antibiotics daily. Of course the vets office says just use peanut butter, she will eat them. Not Wraggs, no way, no how. So I got out a can of cat food and stuffed then in a little bit of that. She ate them right up. not a problem. Hope she doesn't catch on but shoot, cat food and wet dog food, she is totally loving this.


Louie is feeling poorly tonight. Or he was. I walked into their room when I got home and someone had thrown up. Wasn't sure who until Louie came into the office to throw up in front of me. His tummy was just upset. He must be feeling better, he ate some dry food and I could not tempt him with the cat treats earlier. Plus he and Hermie were racing around the house and up and down the couch and someone, not sure which one, gave me some very nice long scratches on my shoulder blade. Kind of makes me think of a werewolf scratch. Only this is a heathen scratch.


Ellie is doing great. She has this new habit of wanting to touch me when she sleeps. She will come in and plop her fat little body next to mine, this will be great in winter when it is colder but in summer....mmm, hot, very hot and not in a good way hot. She really is my little love.


I ordered a photo album from KodakGallery. I did one of Bob and Wraggs, thru the years. If it is nice and I hope it is, I will order a second one and send it to my sister as part of her Christmas gift. She was their human when they all lived with my parents and she loves them as much as I do. If I didn't think they would have a fit I would put a little bit of Bob's fur inside the book but someone might think that was something bad. Anyway, the book should be here tomorrow. It left Jacksonville this morning so usually that means that UPS will deliver it tomorrow for me. It ought to be on the delivery truck tomorrow.
and the picture up top is Louie, who decided my fridge would be an interesting place to investigate.