Organized Cats

There is a big difference between Him and Her. The thing is, He is organized and She is not. At least that is what it looks like to Him. He doesn't grump at Her about it, but He carefully organizes His things and doesn't try to figure Her stuff out. If you were to ask Her, She would admit She is not as neat and tidy as He is, but She has Her own system of organizing. She knows what each pile of stuff contains, and knows on which shelf to look, and knows what hangers go where in the closet. I bet you can guess that is why He has His own refrigerator. If you open the door to his refrigerator, everything is in order, and He knows right where to go to select a bottle or container. I won't bother to explain Her refrigerator, because you know it doesn't look organized at all, but She knows just where to reach for what She wants. This goes to show you how people can be so very different and still be best friends. All it takes is for Them to accept that this is the way the pother person is, and not to take it personally. If He and She weren't good at that, their differences about money would have the house split in two and they would never even talk to each other. He and She just express their opinions clearly and without blaming, and there it is. Lately, Kasey and I have been trying to be less organized than usual, but I don't know how long we can keep it up. Kasey keeps going to His lap and I keep going to Hers, and that is all the organizing we seem to need. He went to the store and got the flea stuff that Aunt Heather told us about, so that may organize us even more. She is fixing that good pasta that She froze when they had half of it last time. That was good stuff. We will do fine. Talk to you later.

Surprising Cats

Kasey and I are both bundles of surprises. After all these years, He and She never know where they are going to find us. I am as likely to be on the windowsill as I am to be in the wash-basket. I have even been sleeping on Kasey's beloved blue blanket. I spend hours in Her inbox, and hours on Her tummy, but sometimes I go to sleep on the table next to Her chair. They always used to know where I was but now They have to look for me. At the same time, Kasey has selected new regular nap areas. It is startling to go out to the kitchen and see her sleeping on a folded up towel. She likes that pillow I told you about before, as well as His or Her chairs when They aren't in them. When He is in His chair, Kasey likes to get on His lap, which has become a regular thing. I know neither He nor She ever expected to see that happen. Most mysterious, though, is that She likes to curl up on the base of the lamp by the TV. Can it be that it feels cool to her? I just think it is hard and pokey. They are baffled, and wonder if it is the fleas. If I knew how to explain it, I would. It is just a part of our take-over of the whole house. Only one sad thing. He misses having Kasey sleep by His head at night. We were very happy to see our Aunt Heather and Uncle John. They had been on two trips on airplanes, and they had a really good time. They told Her about the new House that Mazie will be moving to. They said it is an enormous house. It is strange to think of retiring and moving to a bigger house, but that is what Mazie'sDad is going to do. Mazie is farther away, and She is sad that She will probably never see her again. She will always have Mazie in Her heart, and remember all their fun together. Since we had fish for dinner last night, I was pleased to find out that pizza is on the menu tonight. That is another one of my favorites. Have a nice night, sleep tight.

Bothered Cats

It looks as if the big noise of fireworks is over for awhile. She says don't count on it. There will be fireworks after it gets dark, believe me, She says. If there is one leftover firework, they will shoot it off tonight. The fireworks did keep our minds off the fleas, though. The flea collars He brought home do a lot of good. The medicine didn't work for us, but it does work for Her. Her ankles don't itch when She takes the medicine. That leaves us with two bothers. One is that the medicine makes Her sleepy and out of breath. The other is that getting rid of fleas is a terrible, horrible, awful, very bad job. First, you need to get the fleas off us. Since we refuse to take the medicine, the flea collar has to do that work, and it is slow. next, we have to get the fleas out of the house. It means putting out poison for the fleas, and keeping us out of it. Then, we have to put flea stuff outside, so they can't sneak back into the house like the did before. All these jobs have to be done at once, because fleas must be the most clever creatures on earth, and they know how to hide in one place and jump back to a safe place. How did they get so clever, do you suppose? Flea-killing stuff could be harmful to a person's beloved pets (ahem), so they have to be even more careful. I like to be a good sport, in a happy mood, but the fleas make that very hard. Today She was lucky, because She got to go have lunch with Hana'sGran and for a little while there, She forgot all about the flea trouble and the money trouble and the medicine-makes-her-sleepy trouble and just enjoyed Herself. She is lucky to have someone who can do that for Her, and She knows it. She did bring something home from that lunch, but it isn't for dinner. She will eat that for Her lunch tomorrow. That means She will fix pink fish, and I will be a happy cat! Bway-nus no-chess, amigos.

America's Birthday Cats

Another special day for the humans, and Kasey and I really don't like this one. We are happy that our country has a 237th birthday, but the way the people celebrate it is to shoot off fireworks. Kasey and I don't like the noise the fireworks make, whether it is small pops or big booms. It helps that He and She don't shoot off fireworks. In fact, She doesn't like fireworks at all, unless they are in a big show somewhere, and professional fireworks-shooters set them off. I kind of remember that we could see through the window where some place nearby was shooting fireworks, and we could see them burst open and send out showers of light.She thought they were pretty, but I thought they were scary. She is a little bit scared today, too. When the neighbors go into the street and set them off here, our grass is very dry, and so is our roof, so She has the fire department on speed dial. That means she can get them fast, with one button push. I will cross my paws and hope that no fires start tonight. Her old brother, who has died, was a fireman, and he got Her worried about fireworks fires. She is still worried, He isn't. Well, it will soon be over. If you are wondering about our fleas, the collars seem to be working. She brushed a bunch of dead fleas out of my fur this morning, but She would like it better if we would take the medicine. She will not have any luck with that. Today we needed a special menu to celebrate the USA's birthday, so She is making an all-American beef stew, with lots of vegetables. I will enjoy that gravy, if I'm not too scared. He and She will like it too, but Kasey won't care. I hope you have a nice birthday for the USA, and She says She hopes all my readers will vote for smart, fair people next time so the country doesn't go down the tubes. (Remember that one?) I'll be glad when it's over. Farewell for now.

Medi-Cats 2

HA! I told you they would have their work cut out for them if they tried to give us medicine! There is no way Kasey and I would stand for any kind of liquid, and a pill was simply out of the question. How many times would we have to gack up all over you until you would see it was useless. He went and got us collars that are supposed to kill fleas, and they were surprised that neither of us fought them on putting the collars on us. They look kind of funny, especially Kasey, since you can see how thin her little neck is. Mine looks better, because my hair is long enough to cover it. Here's the good thing. It seems to be working. We are still a bit itchy and we still scratch ourselves, but not as much. This morning, I actually had my butter, and She felt so much better about it. Kasey is spending a lot of time sitting on His lap while He watches TV. It is the first time in all these years that Kasey has done that, and He can't get enough of her. She is used to me getting on Her lap, so She is happy for Him. When She thinks of all the things that were wrong with us, and all the awful things They were going to have to face, a little medicine spilled on the furniture and the carpet are not so hard to bear. The medicine did not go to waste, as She takes it for Her itchy ankles. Drat those fleas. Now She wonders how we will get rid of them besides waiting for it to get cold out. I don't know what we will have for our dinner tonight. She ate Her leftover half a sandwich from yesterday's really nice lunch place, and now She is quite full. She may ask Him to eat some leftovers, while She just has tea and cookies. She sure gets filled up pretty easily now. Maybe it's the fleas. Anyway, keep watching for good news from me. Ah-dyoo.

Medi-Cats

Our Dad, He, went out for some medicine for us to get rid of our itches, and They can't decide on how to get us to take it. It is in a squirt thing, and She thinks that if She holds me, I will let Him put it in my mouth. Good luck with that. I will spit it out as fast as it goes in, and if I accidentally swallow some, I will gack it up as fast as I can. As for Kasey, she will wiggle and wriggle and clamp her mouth shut. I guess She thinks She can pinch our mouths open. My story tomorrow may just be the best one yet. She is already trying to tell us it is to fix our itchy faces, but She doesn't understand that it is in our very bones not to let Them give us medicine. Since our fleas have bitten Her ankles, He got Her some medicine, too, in the form of a pill. At least they know better than to try that pill thing with us. Today She went to an amazing place with Rocky'sMom. There was a paper that said they got half off their lunches, and She can't stop talking about how wonderful it was. I overheard that She was going to fix some shrimp to put in the salad She brought home, and there will be our dinner. He read what was in the salad, and He was anxious to have it. We will see if He is still happy to have dinner after He tries to give us that medicine. I wish we were different, but that's how cats roll. Cheers.

Allergic Cats

Here is what we found out about our peculiar behavior. The vet says what we have is an allergy. Both of us seem to be allergic to flea bites. She was baffled, because we never go outside, but the guy says fleas can sneak in when they are too hot outside. That also explains the big bugs that He has seen in here lately. Here is the weird part. It is not just the fleas biting us that makes us itchy. When fleas bite, they have a liquid around their biters, and that is what we are being so uncomfortable about. What causes our change in behavior is our discomfort, and trying to get away from the itch. If you have ever had something itching you, you know what I mean. It is enough to drive a guy crazy. There is some regular medicine He and She can give us that we can try before the vet has to give us shots, and He will get that for us today. My itch is worse than Kasey's, but Kasey has been doing something really new, and He and She are quite chuffed. Kasey has been getting on His lap while They watch TV, and giving Him snuggles, like I do to Her. He and She couldn't believe their eyes when she first snuggled on His lap, but it has happened three days in a row. After all these years, it took fleas to change Kasey's behavior. I guess we could learn a lesson from that. Sometimes you take every kind of care, and still you get bites, but sometimes there is a smile in there someplace. I know that I am ready to smile about having fish for our dinner. Smile, everyone.