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Post by whollygoats on Mar 27, 2019 21:51:02 GMT
I just checked my past messages. Murray clocked in at 14.0 pounds last year, after losing three pounds. Now, he's back up to 17.5 pounds.
We think we should do the weigh-in in August, or September. His weight fluctuates throughout the year, and early spring it is at maximum.
Ah, well...me and my shadow.
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Post by raspberrybullets on Mar 28, 2019 8:28:30 GMT
Our kitty is sick. It's quite distressing as we have to give him eye drops, as well as two medications. Each time I give him the drops he runs away and hides under the bed.
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Post by whollygoats on Jun 18, 2019 16:11:55 GMT
my pair: Cleo in brown, and Murray in his tuxedo.
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Post by Kye on Jun 18, 2019 18:02:53 GMT
Pretty kitty cats!
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Post by kingedmund on Jun 18, 2019 19:46:32 GMT
Adorable!
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Post by raspberrybullets on Jun 23, 2019 9:21:44 GMT
So cute!
Currently, my ginger boy is sitting on my lap. My laptop, is therefore sitting on the couch next to me and I'm leaning over.
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Post by JoeP on Jun 23, 2019 9:42:19 GMT
Natural.
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Post by whollygoats on Jul 11, 2019 15:16:02 GMT
So...a wet and rainy summer day. Cleo is unhappy and is nagging me to undertake some catfishing in the front room with the feather dry fly. Man, can she be persistent.
Murray took refuge from the all too pushy fly after about ten minutes. Cleo burned out after another ten. But then, they got a new, bigger, fuller feather fly.
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Post by whollygoats on Sept 8, 2019 13:21:40 GMT
Haz wet cat.
Temperatures overnight are still such that I can leave the balcony door ajar for the fuzzwads. They come an go as they wish. Now, the rains have started.
So, as I sit at my PC hear one of Murray's greeting chirps, I bend down and give him some pets. Now, my hand emerges from the exchange drenched in rainwater.
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Post by kingedmund on Sept 16, 2019 19:14:50 GMT
Your cat likes rain?
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Post by whollygoats on Sept 16, 2019 21:59:23 GMT
One does not mind it; he is oblivious to it. He is a former feral and was trapped as a kitten. My other cat, Cleo, is a prissy one who expects her humans to make it stop raining.
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Post by JoeP on Sept 17, 2019 11:16:48 GMT
who expects her humans to make it stop raining. I have the same demands from mine.
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Post by whollygoats on Nov 30, 2019 16:52:39 GMT
Well, it's not raining today, but she's obviously pissed off about the subfreezing temperatures and expecting me to intervene to correct the glaring problem.
Cleo has also taken on the role of the household's 'artiste in residence', working in tissues. The main bath is presently showing the latest installation... "Fury at Climate Change", presently on display under the natural lighting of the room's only window. Critics are declaiming it as "Strewn!"
(Murray, of course, is asleep on the bed. That boy lives up to his middle name!)
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Post by whollygoats on Jan 3, 2020 17:49:00 GMT
My overlords, Cleo & Murray.
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Post by Kye on Jan 3, 2020 17:56:51 GMT
Such beautiful cats!
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Post by whollygoats on Jan 3, 2020 21:12:40 GMT
Theyz my snugglebunnies.
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Post by kingedmund on Jan 7, 2020 4:13:16 GMT
Awwww? They are cute ones!
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Post by Mari on Jan 20, 2020 7:02:48 GMT
They look great!
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Post by whollygoats on Feb 28, 2020 18:45:50 GMT
Yeah...Cleo is turning seven years come April. Murray is six months younger, so he just passed six years.
It's taken him that long to develop trust enough to sleep body to body with his hoomin, which he finally accomplished last week. Usually, he is fastidious enough to arrange himself so that he juuuuust touches with his haunches, but lies out perpendicular to my body such that my dominant right hand has full play of his choice of dorsal or ventral surface for me to scratch. Well, he finally gave in to arranging the entire length of his body touching the right side of my body and enclosed (gasp!) by my right arm on the outside...hand on his forehead.
Feral kitty has come a long, long way to become a snugglebunny.
Cleo sleeps on my ankles. She don't want that grabby hand crap.
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Post by whollygoats on Mar 16, 2020 20:06:54 GMT
The vet came today.
Fun wrangling the fuzzy pair in to a relatively uncomplicated space (fewest hiding spaces) before the arrival of the visiting vet...When they spooked about the doors on the hallway closing up, they split up. I managed to get Murray in the library, but when I attempted to lure Cleo in, he bolted. So, when I again got him cornered, I shut the library door so he was contained. Then, I let the vet in the front door. As I was doing that, I heard a 'thump' elsewhere in the house that didn't make much sense at the time.
The vet gave Murray his shots, nail clip, exam, and flea treatment, which he acquiesced to quite calmly, all in all. He is more overweight than last year.....17.5 lbs.
So...I went out in the the vastly constrained space of the household to find Cleo. I could not. The vet could not. Then....It occurred to me. The 'thump' I'd heard. When I combined it with my background of Cleo and her habits, the light went off for me. I proceeded to the kitchen cabinets where, sure enough, Cleo cowered behind the sodas, behind closed doors. She was extracted and treated. She had not gained any weight during the year, but was still one pound overweight, same as last year, at eleven pounds.
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Post by whollygoats on May 25, 2021 21:28:37 GMT
I caught Murray in a relaxed gargoyle.
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Post by Kye on May 25, 2021 21:54:11 GMT
Pretty kitty.
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Post by JoeP on May 25, 2021 22:40:25 GMT
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Post by whollygoats on May 25, 2021 22:52:49 GMT
I note that, at this size, I see that his 'fums' can be seen...and, his extra digit, on his front right paw, is clearly visible. That is the seven toed foot. His left front paw has six digits. Along with one extra digit on one of his rear paws, he has a total of 22 digits. Bigger murder mitts.
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Post by whollygoats on May 25, 2021 22:57:20 GMT
Pretty kitty. Well, I tell him he looks rakish, what with the snipped right ear, three-inch tail, extra toes, all on a sixteen pound frame. He's imposing, for sure. He's a creme puff. A twitchy one.
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Post by whollygoats on Nov 27, 2021 6:09:03 GMT
This week, Murray and Cleo are hosting guests. Swimmer has fled to Costa Rica for a ten-day jaunt and we are providing temporary accommodation for her two felines, Molly and Muffikins. Molly is a three year old former feral momma rescue cat. She is a classic calico. She came to Swimmer a couple of years back with four kittens. The kittens were successfully adopted out and Swimmer kept the momma. Then, just a couple of months back, Swimmer took in a then five to six week old kitten. A male muted ginger tabby. Her intent was to provide Molly some company when she was away from home. Muffikins (said with a Thurston Howell accent) is a charming and gregarious little kitten. Active at about four months in age. He is far better socialized than Molly, who I have not seen all day. She's in hiding, while he is bold as brass. They are ensconced in the finished attic and provided with toys and sleeping sites galore. I've gone up several times, for feedings and play with Muffikins. I'll prolly spend the better part of tomorrow watching football on the tellie, which is upstairs, so Muffikins will get plenty of playtime and I might even get to befriend Molly. If I see her.
Murray and Cleo saw the carriers come in. Murray introduced himself to the still caged visitors, but has not shown much interest since. There was no growling or hissing, just mutual interest. I closed the door to the upstairs to keep the visitors in while allowing them run of the attic space, but the locals have not shown any outrage in being denied access upstairs. Which is interesting, as they tend to spend a lot of time up there (it's a mite warmer).
My human Thanksgiving guest stayed the night in the attic guest room and informed me that both visitors had introduced themselves to him.
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Post by whollygoats on Nov 27, 2021 16:43:32 GMT
Heh...The shaggy area rug at the basin in the upstairs bath has been selected as the preferred 'litter box' by somebody (my bet is Muffikins). I reset the transparent swinging doors on both covered litter boxes and I can see they are being used now. Luckily, it was the rug scheduled for replacement, since it is losing its stabilizing rubberized backing and slips around too easily. It is destined to become cat bedding...Soon.
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Post by whollygoats on Nov 28, 2021 15:40:00 GMT
Spent the day with Muffikins, while watching college football. We shredded one set of feather tackle on a catfishing rod, proliferated the tiny scratches on my right hand, and got a session of limp snoozing kitten held cradled in my arm, against my chest. I haz been fuzzy manipulated. He has shiploads of energy and a vivid imagination. Evidently, despite having two adult cats in the house, my attic is still infested with a shipload of 'maginaries' and Muffikins is dealing with that....
One thing I have learned is to tuck the tie strings to my PJ bottoms inside, lest they be taken for toys.
It is the start of day four, and I still have not seen Molly.
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Post by whollygoats on Mar 16, 2022 23:43:12 GMT
Well, Murray is in a snit and pouting out in the garden and has been since late morning. (It is now near dinnertime.)
Dr. Zoe, the veterinarian, made her annual visit this morning the the fuzzwads got their vaccine updates, claw clip, a flea preventative dose, and a check-up. Both fuzzwads endured it, but Cleo has already forgiven me for the womanhandling that transpired under my watch. Murray, not so much. He seems to think me criminally complicit. Like I had the power to prevent the travesty. Last year, it took the better part of the day before he deigned to grace me with his company. I'm hoping that he'll join me at bedtime, like he did last year.
Good reports from the doctor, but she's still trying to get me to limit their food intake further.
ETA: He was seen indoors, stuffing his face at the foodbowl, after nightfall.
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Post by JoeP on Mar 17, 2022 11:05:15 GMT
Your vet visits you? Fancy.
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