My Labs Are Back

Just wanted to post a brief note that my labs are in, and Dr. Kingery says they are very good.  My liver and kidney functions are great, there is no sign of systemic infection, and I am a healthy boy.  Well, mostly.  My cholesterol went up a smidge.  And my fructosamine test showed that I'm not quite regulated as far as my diabetes.  Overall, though, I'm in good shape. 

However, my mom has now started writing things about me in a little black book.  Hmm.  I think the Thought Police have influenced her.  She claims she's just charting on me.  Uh oh.  That sound let V-E-T speak.   I'm not sure what to think of mom writing down exactly what I eat and my meds and if I puke or pick on someone.  I think I may have to go rewrite some history...

I injured myself

Last night, I was in the bedroom with my mom and we were just starting to play Shoestring when mom noticed blood on the carpet.  She wasn't sure what it was at first, but then there was more and she figured out it was coming from me.  One of my nails came out!  My pad was all bloody and sore.  Mom first thought she must have tugged too hard on the shoestring while I was holding it, but there was no blood or no nail in the shoestring.  Mom had to fight to get me to hold still while she put a styptic pad on my paw.  I sure didn't want to sit still--my paw hurt and that stuff stings.  She got me cleaned up and put some weird antibiotic powder on my foot.  I thought I was all done, but no.  This morning, Momma Amy took me to the V-E-T.  And not only did the V-E-T look at my injured paw, she took some blood and scraped my teeth (Momma Amy says I was due for all of these things anyway, but I'm not so sure).  But the V-E-T said that the nail broke off clean, so she wasn't too worried.  That is good, but I have to take icky antibiotics and have that powder stuff on my foot.  Yuck.

My Blog Has Fall Colors!

Even though my mom liked the other background and the blue (to match my eyes, of course), she decided to be festive and make my blog appropriate for fall.   Happy fall, everyone. 

Latest Recap

Hello furr-iends.  My moms have not been good about keeping you all up to date about my daily activities, so I'm here to recap all the things that have happened in the past couple weeks. 


First, my mom decided to start switching us to pine litter.  She put pine litter in two of the four litter boxes.  I have not been seen using this litter yet.  Sheba and Ty seem to like it.  I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.  I know that I like to sit right in front of the pine litter box so that Sheba and Ty can't get in it.  Mom likes the pine litter because it smells better and it's ultimately cheaper and is easier to clean.  I think she's trying to turn me into a lumberjack, and I'm not sure I'm that kind of mancat. 

My moms also put up some things on the Smudge auction, including some personalized cat soaps.  They had no idea how popular those would be.  But they were also very happy that the soaps made some money for Smudge and family.  They have been very busy putting the finishing touches on the cat soaps, and most of them should ship out this weekend.  There was such a good response, though, that moms are considering putting together an Etsy shop, and using the proceeds for Feline Rescue of Northern Nevada.  If they do end up putting together a shop, I'll be sure to let everyone know.  I think they just need to make Dreamboat soaps. 

My moms took Gram out to the Animal Ark for their Harvest Festival.  Animal Ark is a sanctuary for wild animals who are unable to fend for themselves in the wild.  There are former circus tigers, a mountain lion who had been trained for film, a half-blind peregrine falcon, and others.  At the Harvest Festvial, the staff fills up pumpkins with the animals' favorite goodies and dole them out throughout the day.  My mom got this photo of one of the mountain lions being a sunshine boy (just like me!).  He had bashed open his pumpkin and eaten the goodies, then settled in for a good old-fashioned cat nap.  That's my kind of mancat.

There was a female raccoon, too.  She looks just like my sister, Minnie.  We all think Minnie is part raccoon.  She looks like one and she makes funny sounds like one. 

There are also a few cheetahs at the Animal Ark.  My mom has always loved cheetahs.  When she was little, her paw-rents would take her to the Sacramento Zoo, and all she wanted to see was the cheetah.  Because of cheetahs, she even wanted to be a veterinarian at a zoo for a while.  So, getting to see a cheetah up close and personal was a treat for my mom.  Even though I know I am so much more handsome than a cheetah. 


And my moms are going to be going on vacation at the end of the month.  I don't like this because it means I might have to stay somewhere other than home.  And I don't know why my moms would be so excited to spend time away from me.  They are going to drive over to the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Utah and spend some time there.  Taking care of other cats, and even dogs, of all things. 

Also, Sydney has decided that she likes my cat tree.  This has not been photo-shopped at all.  Last night, Sydney decided that she wanted to climb on up the cat tree.  Needless to say, Sheba and Minnie were more than a little surprised that the rabbit was on the cat tree.