...since Maddie has gotten into the sock drawer. Usually it happens at bedtime. She hops up on the old chair and meows for an assist. As she's gotten older she doens't like to make the high jump to the top of the dresser. I open the drawer for her, she stands up and puts her front paws on it, I then reach down and place my hand where a step would be most helpful and she steps into my hand. I then lift my hand, raising the back end of the cat to the level of the drawer. She stands a mo, looks for a likely resting place, daintily steps in and then settles, purring. And no, I have no pictures of this operation so you'll have to trust me as much as Maddie does.
Yesterday was a bit different, timewise. She wanted in in the morning whilst we were doing our chores. Think she wanted a high spot from which she could look out the window.
After a bit, she decided to hop on top of the dresser...
...for a better vantage point.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are merely players, if you're a cat.
It's a brisk 27 degrees here this morn. Not a patch on some areas of the country, but chilly for this part of the country. What does Maddie do on a morning such as this? After she gets fed and watered, and given many many brushies, she hops into the papasan.
Comfortable and warm, fed and brushed. That's what makes the world go 'round for this cat.
Hallowe'en has come and gone once more. Here at ChezRanger we always include a heartfelt nod to our little formal kitty, Ivy, who held up the black cat end of the festivities. Despite being the gentlest of souls, she did spooky-cat-duty with grace, effectiveness and class.
I hope that this fearsome apparition only haunts your dreams the way she does mine; not to frighten, but to purr and receive headpats.
We had the first fire of fall the other eve. It was a bit nippy out, so we hauled in some wood and indulged ourselves. It was quite lovely. The entire family enjoyed it. Lots.
Maddie's not usually the biggest fire-fan. She's a bit too heavily furred. She generally keeps her distance. This is about as close as she ever gets, and I think it's simply because the box was there that got her in so close.
Ivy, though, was a dedicated warmth-seeker. A fireplace aficianado
A fuzzy bed right next to the fire! Heaven!
We humans feel much the same. A fire in the fireplace is a delight.
...simple this morning. Thus a simple post. Enjoy a cat, fully recovered from her ordeals, relaxed, fed and happy.
She even horked up a perfectly normal hairball. No blood or anything. Horked it up at 4:00 this morning, but the lack of ensuing panic was more than enough to compensate me for the interruption of sleep. But it does make me simple. Thus a simple post. Enjoy a cat.
Things are pretty much getting back to normal. Maddie seems to realize she's not going to get several mouthfuls of nasty meds twice a day and is quite content with that. She's her usual, demanding, vocal self again. She's got her playful streak back, too. And, of course, her love of leisure has not been impaired at all.
The report from our cat internal medicine specialist was pretty encouraging. We're to consider Maddie cured of the nasty bacteria. If she vomits blood again, it's probably the inflammatory bowel and she'll get a steroid shot. We're not taking her in for any sort of check-up, since Maddie finds it so traumatic. The vet and the vet techs also find it traumatic, since Maddie is a) belligerent and b) powerful and c) well armed. The vet is optimistic about a full recovery and so are we.
The weather has been nice, so the windows have been opened. Nothing like window-wiffles to cheer a cat. Of course, when the birds sing and flit about, the cat can go into target aquisition mode.
I see this face and can only believe that Maddie sees the "Terminator" view, targeting reticule, range numbers and target data scrolling by...
And when the birds fly off, there is the relaxed cat, demonstrating that there is no canvas more suited to the display of light and shadow than a cat.