Crazy cats

It's funny how often I write about our crazy cats.  Yesterday morning, Moxy knocked the bedside lamp over in the middle of the night.  She does these things to get attention while we sleep and this morning, she actually turned on the clock radio.  I can only assume she hit the sleep button, but it's pretty disconcerting to wake up to music that your cat turned on.

These photos are from Research Paper Night, which I'm pretty sure is turning into a weekly if not twice-weekly holiday.  Note how angelic they all look...

Ahhhhh time off work

We had almost a week off work, and now it's time to go back already.  (Though not for Karen...  she gets another day, lucky &*>~%#!!)  Had some good fam time, some good productive condo time, and lots of time for pictures.  Enjoy.

  

it's a meow!

A trip to the vet, or why not to give your cat anxiety meds

Phoebe and I went to the animal clinic after work last night, and everyone marvelled at what a beautiful specimen of feline wonder she is.  They all knew her breed, could name the one time (if that) they've seen one before, asked where I got her.  (Me?  I get my cats from my parents' deck, y'all!)  She tried to squirrel her way out of everyone's hands, including mine.  The vet decided it was probably a UTI like Muffin, and also gave me some pills to help her relax.  (Perhaps the UTI was caused by stress.)  So, we come home, i give her the antibiotic and the anxiety pill, and we go to volleyball.  When I came home, she was calmer than normal, but not acting odd.  I sat on the couch with the cats who now, miraculously, get along, and I watched a movie.  Karen came home, and Phoebe switched to acid mode, and walked around the condo stoned all night.  We were worried about her, and put her in the bathroom for the evening so she wouldn't stumble out of the loft by mistake in her drunken stupor. 

By today, she's better, and we won't give her that med again.  We may keep it to take ourselves during a crazy party weekend at the lake.  Just kidding mom.  :)

Kitty update

UPDATE:

Muffin's feeling much better. After a quickish trip to the neighborhood vet (where Karen and I each ran into someone we used to work with) Mad Scientist Vet Man assessed that she has a UTI. Medicine and a few days, and she's back to normal. Sadly, it seems that Phoebe has developed the same problem. I'll be taking her to the vet this evening.

ah, new camera fun

Muffin's troubles

Karen's brother is at the condo doing work today, and he can keep an eye on Muffin, who wasn't feeling well last night. 

Now is the time when I ask him to sift through my cat's litter in our absence. 

Oh, the trappings of relationships.

Oh, how I love kitties

Cast your mind: 2:30am, calmly sleeping, dreaming quietly. 

CRASH!!!

I seem to remember you might've asked what that noise was.  In my head, it may as well have been a dream, cause I was out. 

Then, my fave part of the night.

MOX!  A-FEE!  FEE FEE!!!  MOXY!  MOXY!  MOXY!!!  PHOEBE!  MOX!

Oh, good times.

Seriously?

Most nights, I'm woken up by my bladder around 5am.  Some nights, I'm woken up by the kitties, around 6am.  Last night, I was woken up by a nightmare where I killed someone, and was in danger of being caught around 3:30am.  I was pretty scared, since I had murdered someone and all, and didn't want to walk downstairs to use the bathroom, for fear of being found there.  (Yep, I was awake at this point, and made a conscious decision not to walk downstairs in my own home, because 'they'd find me.')   I say to myself, silently, 'Seriously?'  So, I'm awake, and I have a pretty full bladder, but convince myself to just go back to sleep. 

(Fast forward in time about thirty minutes.)

Moxy was nibbling on my toes, and my bladder was finally not going to take no for an answer.  Muffin apparently threw up downstairs, (poor kitty and her Captain and Tenille stomach) and it was my job to make sure she hadn't thrown up on the couch.  So, on goes the light, and I clean up the lovely little present.  Go to the bathroom, crawl back into bed, and (of course) am completely awake. 'Seriously?'  I count sheep (or my equivalent, going over song lyrics in my head OVER AND OVER) until I bore myself back to sleep.  (about forty-five minutes.)

(Fast forward an additional seven minutes.)

Moxy has found the cap that I foolishly put on top of the fridge when we were awake and the cap game was fun.  She is a proud, cap-carrying kitty, and is moaning and happy and noisy.  'Seriously?'  I get up, grab the cap, put it in the drawer, and try to go back to sleep. 

(Fast forward an additional thirty minutes.)

Muffin is throwing up again.  'Seriously?'  Fall back asleep, ignoring this completely.

(Fast forward an additional forty minutes.)

Moxy has now found a mousie.  She is moaning and crying and the mousie is squeaking and I am about ready to throw myself off the loft.  Grab the mouse, put it in the drawer, climb back into bed.

(Fast forward to about 6am.)
All three kitties are crying that they need to be fed.  'Seriously?'
Karen asks if I maybe just want to feed them early.  My answer is not a pleasant one, and I will not repeat it here.

(Fast forward to about 6:40am, or when Karen's alarm goes off.)
Muffin is downstairs, doing her best duck impression.  I let this continue for about ten minutes, walk downstairs, feed the now very loudly-fighting kitties, and walk back upstairs, climb in bed, and hope with all my might that the next ten minutes feel like five hours.

I'd like to take this time to thank the very patient, very kind Injured One, for putting up with the crankiest person on the planet last night.  The person who usually gets up very willingly, and who usually doesn't mind feeding/cleaning up after/placating the kitties.  (notice how I'm working here to improve public opinion?)

I take back the time I threatened to stab you in your sleep, and wonder if you made that same threat in your own head overnight. 

Kitties?  We'll take THREE! 

Toyota Winglet

so...  it seems like YouTube vids can't be embedded today, but go look up the Toyota Winglet.  Very Segway-lite :)

Muffin is NOT the biggest cat ever

i swear