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We're Still Alive

I just wanted to let you all know that we are all doing fine and well.  However, life happens and I've gotten too far behind on my writing.  To make things simplier for me, I'm going to be temporarily condensing everything into one blog.  If you want to check it out, head to A Crazy Cat's Life.  This is my main blog, which I am rekindling, and I'll be including some kitty stuff on it as well.

Thanks for reading!

Merry Kissymouse!

Hi all! We're sorry we haven't written in so long. Mommy has been really busy with all of her grading and final exams. Also we've had a few crises in the house. Fizzy has a really bad viral infection, Nermle had a ruptured abscess on his neck, and poor little Pookie has really bad diarrhea that we can't seem to get under control. Mommy has been running around giving everybody medicine and cleaning up poop all the time.

Anywho, we just wanted to wish everybody a very happy Kissymouse and hope that Santa gave you lots of treats and nip!

Ham Goodness

Mommy was making a sandwich today and she gave us some of the ham left over from Thankgiving dinner. I never had ham before but I LOVE it! Daddy also gave us some of the fatty pieces and those were even better. We had to fight over them. Then while Mommy was sitting at her desk eating, she gave out even more ham!

Is today like some kind of holiday? If so, it should be celebrated by kitties around the world 'cause ham is really, really good.

Monkee Flinging Poo

Mom made me go to the V-E-T yesterday. I should've known something was up when she locked me in the bedroom for a bit and then carried me downstairs. Once I saw the PTU (prisoner transport unit), I knew I was in trouble. I put up my best fight but you see, I haven't been feeling too well. I've had bad poo. I mean really bad. Mom was really worried about me so she wanted to get me checked out. The problem? I didn't leave a stool sample for her to bring to the V-E-T. I'm sorry, I'm not a poo-on-command type of guy.

Anyways, when we get to the V-E-T, I didn't want out of the PTU. Who does? We all know what's coming next: poking and prodding and getting suck with sharp needle thingies. Well, when Mom finally got me out of the PTU, I was not going to hold it in any long and pooed all over the place. This included on Mom, the V-E-T and his assistant. Yes, you can add in a monkey flinging poo joke here. I'm sorry but my tummy has been acting up and I was stuck in a PTU for hours [mom: a whole 15 minutes]. At least they got the stool sample they wanted so badly. I got a good laugh out of it 'cause they were swearing up a storm at the mess and the stink. Well, that's what they get for tormenting me.

I've got to remember this trick the next time I'm forced to go to the V-E-T.

Mom: Monkee is doing OK. The vet thinks he may have a form of IBS and gave him a cortisone shot to treat it. We'll see how he's doing over the next couple of days. Ironically, for a boy with bad poops, he managed to gain weight.

Happy Thanksgiving

Mommy said that today was a day of thanks and that we should think about the things we are thankful for. While there was some disagreement amongst us, we came up with a general list. Here they are:

• Two humans who spoil us silly and give good scritches
  
• Temptations treats (they are SOOOOO good)
• All the cat toys, beds, and trees that are just for us
• All of the brothers and sisters we have, even the annoying ones
• A good home (most of us are no longer stuck in a shelter)
• All of our friends out there who take the time to read this blog and put up with our sporadic and mostly crazy writing
  

We want to wish all the fuzzies and their humans out there (and maybe some doggies too) a very happy Turkey Day! Hopefully you'll all get some good leftovers to nom on.

I Has a Tail!