Well, Maddie fans, it's happened again. One of Maddies claws grew so long that it punctured her pad. Again. A really deep claw impaction this time. I don't know how the old girl walked on it without any sign of pain, let alone discomfort, but she did. I noticed it during tv time. Whilst Lady and I range out on the couch, Maddie naps in the desk chair. She's close enough for the casual pat and when she sticks her paws out, I get a look at them. After counting and coming up one razor-sharp claw short I went looking through the toe fur and found the wound.
Well, out came the clippers, tweezers, old towel, peroxide and post-operative treats. Then we used the only tool we have that allows us to get through such operations: the muzzle. All three of us hate it, but little miss is such a fierce creature that it's necessary. After a few minutes of trauma, the claw was out and Maddie was leaving little bloody footprints on her blanket and enjoying her treats. There don't seem to be any after effects and she's walking about fine.
The one difference the day after?
She decided to nap on the coffee table. Never done that before. Hasn't done it since, either. But, as long as she is doing well we're not going to complain. We promise to take better care of her. Weekly foot inspections from now on!
She's not quite as good as the dramatic professional soccer-flop, but she's pretty good. She has taken to telling us when she's getting up or down. Usually a meow or chirp upon rising. When she lies down on the bed, she doen't lower herself gently anymore. She checks her landing area and just, well, flops down on her side. We think her knees aren't what they used to be. That, coupled with senior kitty-ness, must make her a bit uncomfortable bending.
This being the case, we try to make her flopped-ness more entertaining.
We try to move toys into the sunpuddles. Warms *and* entertainment!
It does look like fun.
And when plays are over, she has a comfy pillow for a warm nap. We do the best for her that we can.
Mine! 52. Wow. I am in no way mature enough to be that old.
I've long since gotten to the age where presents no longer come with lots of wrapping paper. I also don't get toys anymore (see above comment about maturity). I have to look to Maddie to help me remember what the delights of my younger days were like.
Wrapping paper *with a toy*...now that is birthday material.
The uncomplicated joys of a toy? Maddie has always know about that...
This is an older series of pics...
...8 years ago maybe.
Like me, she's a bit older now but retains a delight in life.
I did have a lovely b-day despite a few distractions. I took my lesson for the day from Maddie, though. On a special day with the family, focus on those things that delight you. Time enough for work the other 364.25 days of the year.
...the resident cat finds the back of the sofa too hot. One of Maddie's favorite places is the back of the couch. She enjoys lazing in the sun and looking out at the world. Once the sun adjusts its angle and beams more directly on her, she drops to the seat of the couch during the heat of the day. Evidence?
She seems quite content, especially if we've left a catalog or some other paper on the seat.
This is not too terrible.
She climbs back up to her old haunt when the sun travels on, and resumes chattering at the birds and critiqueing the drivers on the highway in front of our house.
On a different note: Maddie does not often go back to her old toys. Once she's learned to beat the game she's usually done with it. We have found, though, two toys that have not grown old despite the fact that they are, in cat-toy terms, well....old. You may have read about Shaggy and his nip-cigar? Well, Maddie has a nip-snake.
She's also got a blue nip-a-rang that my mom gave her a while back. These two toys are still around, and are good for at least one fine kicky-feet session a day.
Mine mine mine mine mine.....
We're delighted that she still has such an appetite for fun.
I like June. Started off liking it as a child because it's my birthday month. After that, it was always the end of the school year, and that was a cause for joy. Guess what. As a teacher, it still *IS* a cause for joy.
It's also a wonderful day because it's Shaggy's Birthday! 14 years young! Go wish him many, many happy returns of the day, and rejoice in the memory of his brother Scooby, 14 years in his human's heart.
Maddie is going to be 14 in September.
hmmmm.....two more years and I can drive. I think a mini cooper would do. Convertible. That way I can wear my Grace Kelly shades and white silk scarf and let my whiskers blow in the wind. Yeah. Something quirky and convertible.
Don't worry. I'm already saving for it...don't want to disappoint.
We'll have to get her an automatic, though. Knees seem to be a bit stiff in our senior kitty. She's started to prop her legs up on the back of the couch like Ivy did.
Don't think she wants to be using a clutch a lot.
She has picked out the interior package for her car though. Cardboard upholstery, heated seats and sisal wrap on the steering wheel. What more could a kitty ask?
It's the official start of summer. We here at ChezRanger are celebrating by continuing to recover from the great microorganism invasion. Immediately after I had started my recovery, LadyRanger got slammed. She was about as sick as I've see her. Not. Fun. It does seem that we're on the road to recovery, but it's been slow.
This memorial day, we're remembering family members who went to war, and those who kept the home fires burning. We hope all who serve come home safe.
We also remember Ivy. A gallant soul, a kind heart and a civilized manner.
If everyone had a cat like Ivy, there'd be a lot less conflict in this world.
That's what I've been doing most of the last fours days. Some microorganism made a mockery of my mastery of my own fate. A mockery, I say. Thus, I've been imitating my cats. Following their prescription, you might say, since Maddie is, and Ivy was, the best of nurses. I've been sleeping. A lot.
LIke two days of sleep.
Not nearly as cute a sleep,
but wonderful sleep. I've been on the road to recovery for a day or two, but sleep still sounds awfully good.
I hope you don't mind the vintage pics, but I'm sure there are still some good pixels in 'em. About the best I could do.