I'm a Pro-Choice, Right to Life Kitty!

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-A-N-I-N-E-S and Humans too)!

It's hard to believe how Wicked some people can be! My Human tells me that in the parking lot and the small grove of trees near her office, there is a whole tribe of Pussycats, and that there are some very nice people who work in the building, who feed them twice a day and give them fresh water. In fact, those kitties are very well fed - except, of course, when there is a long weekend, like this last weekend, which lasted five whole days because of Rosh Hashana. So, of course, the Good People put out extra food and water for the Pussycats, to tide them over the festival. But a Very Wicked Human has been poisoning the Poor Pussycats by putting GLUE in their food and over the long weekend, another little ginger kitty was MURDERED in this way.
This makes me Very Very Sad - and also Very Very Angry. I hope the Evil People who did this will be caught and severely punished - just as I hope the Good People who make it their daily business to feed those homeless kitties and provide them with fresh water are rewarded by the Great Cat in the Sky! Every Kitty has a Right to Life!

Now, as to myself - I find the new, moist, dietary food, C/D, purr-fectly acceptable. In fact, some days, I even enjoy it more than Fancy Feast. Mummy has just taken delivery of two dozen more cans (and they're quite pricey, not to mention she had to pay for special delivery- that's how much she loves Me, there's nothing she won't do for Me). At first, she tried mixing it in with the cardboard that passes for dry dietary food that she's been feeding Me till now. But I just picked out the moist food and left the rest. Then she tried giving Me mostly C/D, with some of the dry dietary food mixed in. That worked at first - until I realised how easy it was to ignore the cardboard. I don't say I will purr-manently boycott the dry food, but I can take it or leave it. Some days I take it - but mostly, I leave it! (MOL)  Also, she understands, at last, that if I get the same thing every day, I get bored - even with C/D. So now she sets out a tray for me, with two food bowls. One has C/D with a little dry dietary food mixed in and one has the dry food flavoured with a little Fancy Feast. And because today is Erev Shabbat and tomorrow is Shabbat, she also gave me some pure Fancy Feast, with the promise of more later on. That way, I can choose what I feel like eating at any given moment.

I approve of that - I am a Pro-Choice Pussycat. 

Shabbat Shalom to you all!

Possum the MagnifiCat

Oops! Mummy Slipped Up...

Greetings, Fellow Felines!

Possum the MagnifiCat here, with Princess PixieCato as co-pilot right beside Me.
We knew it was only a matter of time before our Human slipped up, what with her new feeding schedules and diets and so on...

Today, instead of putting both feeding bowls away after breakfast, she left My bowl out, in the kitchen and took Pixie's to the bedroom, to try and coax her to eat. She calls it "Room Service". When she saw that Pixie had eaten all she was going to eat for breakfast, she cleared Pixie's bowl away. But she forgot all about Mine and she left it out on the kitchen floor and went off to work. When she came home this evening, she found the bowl completely empty. Now she doesn't know which of Us has been nibbling throughout the day, or if, perhaps, it was both of Us. And we're not going to tell her, are we, Pixie?


Pixie here, Fellow Felines. No, we aren't going to tell her a thing. We're going to keep her guessing. MOL.


It's me again - Possum. Pixie got the better of Mummy for the second time this evening. Mummy tried to administer her infusion, but the needle didn't go in properly and when Mummy changed it, she pricked her own finger. But she didn't fall asleep for a hundred years. No, instead, she went and stuck another needle in Pixie. But Pixie wasn't having any, this time. I guess she's decided no more Mr Nice Guy. She pulled away and the needle came out and the liquid squirted all over the place. So Mummy gave up and said Pixie will have to have her infusion tomorrow instead.
Pixie is already checking out suitable hidey-holes.

Feeding Time

Greetings, Fellow Felines!

Possum here, again. Pixie is resting as much as possible, trying to get her strength back. To that end, our Human started her on a Royal Canin Veterinary Diet this morning. In fact, we are both of us on Veterinary Diets - Pixie is on Renal and I am on Urinary S/O. But I don't see why it should be such a big deal if I have a nibble at her food or she, at mine. Yet Mummy put my food on the balcony and Pixie's in the hallway and she shut Me on the balcony to make sure I didn't come and disturb Pixie while she was eating. And then, as soon as Pixie finished (and she didn't eat very much, Mummy said), our Human removed both bowls of food so that we shouldn't eat from each other's bowls. (Of course, I had finished my own breakfast while Pixie was still picking over a few tiny morsels.) And then She went off to work and We had to wait till she came home in the evening and put out our feeding bowls - once again, mine on the balcony and Pixie's in the hall.

This is Not Good, Fellow Felines! Both Pixie and I like to eat on and off during the day and we can't do that if our Human is going to keep removing the food as soon as we finish the first course. But She says we leave her no choice, because we keep going to each other's bowls and we need to have different foods.
I am sure we will find a way to outwit Mummy eventually - it's only a matter of time.

On a different, but related subject, Pixie has already got the better of her twice in less than a day. Yesterday, as I may have mentioned (or maybe not), Pixie came home with a bandage on her front paw. The V-E-T had put it there, because the thingy that he had attached before for an infusion had rubbed and chafed and it had started bleeding. Well, within a matter of hours, Pixie had managed to get rid of the whole bandage, and Mummy only noticed just when she was getting ready to go to bed and then She had to re-bandage Pixie's paw. I watched and saw how she did it. First, she put a minty-smelling gel on a piece of gauze, which she put on the wound, then she wrapped it with a kind of thin cotton wool and finally, wrapped the whole thing with a blue bandage. Pixie didn't like that at all! But she didn't complain too much, she let Mummy go to sleep, all unsuspecting - and when Mummy woke up again at about half-past-five in the morning, there was Pixie, again without the bandage.This time, too, she had managed to shed the whole bandage, cotton wool, gauze and all, in one piece, as if it was a glove! So Mummy had to bandage her again. But she did it better this time and Pixie still hasn't managed to get rid of her bandage. I guess she didn't try so hard, this time, because our Human, who occasionally displays an almost Feline Intelligence (due, no doubt, to her long acquaintance with Us,) had realised that what was bothering Pixie was the fact that the bandage was covering her whole foot, instead of just her leg, where the wound was, thus making it difficult for her to walk. She therefore arranged the new bandage in such a way that it left Pixie's foot free for her to tread on, so she can now walk without limping.

Pixie would also like me to mention the fact that Mummy took the advice of our dear friend, the Admiral and her Mummy, and got the V-E-T to administer the two-week antibiotic shot. Pixie didn't like having a needle stuck in her, but at least now she won't have to drink that horrible white stuff that Mummy was trying to feed her twice a day. Every cloud has a silver lining.

Okay, I must go now, Fellow Felines, and help Mummy to administer Pixie's infusion. She will have to have them twice a week now, for the rest of her life. Poor Pixie. While she is having her infusion, I shall read her some more of your lovely, kind letters of support and encouragement. It makes her feel so much stronger to hear how much you all care for her and are purring and woofing for her. Love and kisses to you all.