Fog, Coffee and Frozen Peas

Tigger

It's another foggy meowning.

When isn't it around here.

At least this time of year.

Each meowning I feed the crew.

The dogs go out back to explore the new scents of the yard.

The cats all line up out of no where 

and share one small can of Fancy Feast.

(It's amazing how they hear me do that

but not when we need to go somewhere)

When the last one is done, usually Jasmine Marie,

 the girls come in and get their breakfast.

Me, I go to the den with a cup of coffee 

(my reward for being a nice Mom

and my wake up you old lady)

and two bags of frozen peas

(that bad back of mine) 

and read about the world.

I go online and see what happened

while I tossed and turned

all night with a grey cat

on me (Ashton doing his toes)

and a Siamese on my pillow.

In between banging at the window 

to get the squirrel off the bird feeder.

Today's story was about a lost dog.

(I look and pick a few to actual read) 

He was lost and now he's found.

A good story for once.

I get tired of looking at the headlines and everything is yuck.

Bad this, sad that, 

who needs to hear about all of that

first thing (ok, mid) morning.

I want a better world.

Don't we all ?

So, if you want to feel good about the world,

take a look at this story.

http://news.yahoo.com/tigger-dog-missing-nyc-found-135238601.html

Something went right for once.

Purr and Fur Gang

My life is just dam complicated so

 I'm not even going to talk about it.

Instead, I'll step over it and on to other things.

The Purr and Fur Gang are all well.

Which is sort of amazing considering their ages.

(checking to see if they are listening)

Cause I'm going to talk about them.

Big Al is fourteen and doing great.

He naps a lot but so do I.

Ashton Rosevelt naps a lot too but he's still talking away.

He's the one I watch close.

I'm always wondering where he went.

He has gotten locked in a lot of closets in his life.

I never leave without knowing where he is.

He's eleven  now.

Jasmine Marie is still a crabby old Siamese.

Sweet though when she wants to be

but basically any growl you hear is from her.

She's nine or ten.

Riley Andrew is still getting in trouble.

Every chance he can actually.

I think he's around eight or nine now.

He hasn't really slowed down much.

He still owns the perch by the window

and watches bird tv with me.

Yes, I watch it every morning.

Meredith Ann has been with me for three years.

(this coming November)

I can't even remember life without her.

She has changed my days so much.

I think she's about five or six.

She is an absolute doll.

Except for her silky furs that get nasty clumps.

That she and I could do without.

Maddy Jean is ten and still going.

Her tumors are unfortunately growing with her.

She's been with me one more year.

That nasty cancer surgery is a memory now.

No more of those for her ever.

She naps a lot.

I'm fine with that.

She doesn't seem to be in pain so more time is what I get.

She watches Jodie play.

So do I.

She's quite entertaining actually.

Everyone should get a Collie.

At least we think so.

Jodie Belle is the cutest Rough Collie ever.

No, really I mean it.

Barks too much but so do I.

Let's face it, who doesn't bark too much.

Just love her so much.

She has made Maddy Jean happy.

All the cats like her too.

Ok, not the Siamese but Jazz doesn't like anyone but me.

See, that was more fun than telling you about my life.

Hope you all have a nice day.

I'm off to dance a bit.

It seems to make me forget and I like that.

~ JC ~

Eeyore and Purrs

Jodie Belle as a puppy

~ ~ ~

I'm having coffee in my Eeyore cup.

He and I were meant for each other.

Only I'm a bit cheerier than he.

I just love him.

Always have.

 

Maddy Jean and Jodie Belle have been in and out a lot.

Their normal routine in the mornings.

 

Riley is of course on his scratching post watching.

Meredith Ann is on her heater vent.

 

Al is sleeping on his bed.

Jasmine Marie is on her blanket in the closet.

Ashton is napping on my bed.

 

All is purrfect this morning.

 

~ ~ ~

An update on my Doctor visit yesterday.

They think that I've past my kidney stone.

They think that the infection caused by it is gone.

The ct shows that my left kidney is worse than was thought.

I need to have a test done to see the percentage of it's function.

There was talk of taking it out.

I was told I could go into renal failure at anytime.

My right kidney needs to be repaired soon.

(I have stones in that one too)

It was a fun talk.

She told me I took it well.

I walked away with all my paperwork.

I think I'm in shock.

Of course, I might go into renal failure.

Isn't that what everyone does for the Holidays.

And, who needs that left kidney.

Just gives you stones and infections.

Out with the old I say.

The test will give me the news I need.

I think I might put that test off for a while.

I like the unknown.

At least for today.

 

See why I hide in my woods.

When I come out, things come after me.

 

I'm going to stay home today.

With my Purr and Fur Gang.

And, my Eeyore cup too.

 

Hope your Gang is napping and cute like mine.

They get me through these times.

These tests that life throws at me.

I'm a fighter though.

I plan on winning.

 

~ JC ~

Under The Bed

This is Ashton Rosevelt.

The sweetest grey striped boy ever.

Yes, I know everyone thinks their cat is the best,

only this time, mine is.

 

My boy was not acting himself.

Not napping on my bed.

Not looking out the windows at the birds.

(not that there are a lot now but still ...)

 

I found him under my daughter's bed.

She's away and usually he's on top not under.

That's when I noticed his totally closed left eye.

I called.

Got in later that day.

Only Ashton would have none of it.

Had to call them back and explain that he was not

going to come out from under the bed.

 

I thought, maybe he'd get better

and not have to go to the mean vet.

No Ashton that night either.

No one talking to me and doing their toes at three.

(he is very friendly late at night)

 

So, I decide I'll find him

and get in somewhere.

Even looked up Er's and walk in places.

I had plans.

My cat was going to be seen.

 

I called our vet and of course

they couldn't get me in till five.

I told them I'd be by to get a copy of my records.

Suddenly, she said I could bring him in

and leave him and the Dr. would look

at him in between appointments.

(I guess I bring in a lot of money

either that or there's a sign that

flashes five cats and two dogs.

They probably don't want to lose my business.)

 

I won't go into details as to how much fun

it was to get Ashton into his cage

after getting him out from under the bed.

Nope, I think everyone knows that thrill.

 

I get him to the vets and start to fill out my paperwork.

I tell her how I was going to go somewhere

if they couldn't have gotten me in.

 

Suddenly, she says the Dr. will make time for me.

So, I got a room and Ashton and I waited.

They even offered me coffee.

Now, how many times does that happen .. never.

 

Ends up that Ashton only has a bad scratch.

No permanent damage.

I get the fun times of putting drops

in both his eyes for five days.

And, did I say,

several times a day.

 

Ashton feels better.

I think it was the numbing medications

that they put in his eye to check it.

Just that made him less cranky.

 

That's what I did this morning.

This afternoon, I did his drops.

He's back to sitting in the window

watching the birds and leaves.

 

Me, I'm having tea.

And, looking at my new scratches.

 

My boy is better.

The rest is no big deal.

 

Enjoy your weekend.

I plan on it ...

I'm assuming Ashton will be back

on the bed purring away.

 

~ JC ~

 

Mondays With Meredith Ann

It happened !!!

Spring arrived in my rainy/snowy part of the woods.

Mom let me go outside.

I was thrilled.

I ran off the porch

(not really cause I don't do that)

and down the steps

to chew on my beloved green stuff.

YUM !!!

Here's a close up of the Violets that Mom likes.

She gets all excited when she sees them.

Me, I don't know.

I've tried chewing them but I like the green stuff more.

While I was out and about

these two were making noise.

How's a girl supposed to enjoy her outing with all that going on.

I can't really complain cause I was out

and these two weren't.

I just love Spring !!!

Mew at you all later,

~ Meredith Ann ~

Prednisone With My Coffee

Can I have a bit of Prednisone with my Coffee ?

Ashton Rosevelt, my nine year old grey striped tabby,

is taking meds for his love of pulling his fur out.

When Dr. asked if I wanted pills or liquid,

I said liquid,

thinking I'd have more luck getting

that in than the pills.

I'm not sure I was right.

This meowning,

 while I was in the bathroom,

in walks Ashton to say MEOW.

I slowly close the door,

he didn't notice.

Was too busy doing the

MEOW

and I get the bottle and syringe ready.

Still no problems.

I thought I had it made.

Oh, was I ever wrong.

I think and that's a maybe

that I got some and I mean a few drops

of his don't scratch yourself

and pull your fur out medicine in him.

I did however get a lot of it on me and the floor.

Yes, I did.

It flew everywhere.

Man can he shake his head.

So, I was thinking

Alex, may I have

 Prednisone With My Coffee

 for Two Hundred

And he would have said,

Well, yes you may.

The one thing I do know Is that

 I'm not scratching or pulling out my fur.

Ashton .. now that's a different story.

~ JC ~

Whiskers on Wordless Wednesday

Ashton Rosevelt

This is my grey boy

sitting on his couch

look at those whiskers

he has always been a snazzy dresser

even his nose is cute

I think he has royal lines

Riley is napping on the chair

I think he is getting better each day

The sun is out

Just saying that is nice

Yesterday, was a grey dull cloudy one

I watched American Idol
 last night

There are some that should go

Not sure who I'm hoping will win

No real stand outs to me

I do like the girl
 with the twisted hair

Time to get busy
on my list for the day

Hope some sun
comes your way today

~ JC ~