Basette’s eyes still look like saucers. It is obvious that her vision is much diminished. I’ve watched her stop just an inch or so before walking into a wall. Poor kitten followed me into my office and instead of leaving back through the doorway, tried to go through the closet.
She seems to be happy to be home. She isn’t in any pain, nor is she distressed. She sits and purrs. Such a sweet kitten. Why do things like this happen to the gentlest cats?
It’s colder weather and Stella is letting me know it. She does not tolerate anything colder than 65 well. She insists upon sleeping under the blankets. First, she sits next to my left ear and waits for me to life the blanket for her. If I don’t move, she puts her mouth about three inches…
I took Stella and Kiesha to the vet this morning; shots and some blood work for Stella. More as a precautionary measure than anything else. She is old enough that a minor panel would help us keep an eye on what is going on with her. Over the past few months she has definitely started…
Stella has taken to watching me play Guild Wars (GW) almost every time I log on to the game. When she is ready to play, she sits about two inches from the monitor and watches the screen intently. She decided to help me play on Saturday when I was talking with a friend on GW….
I’ve always been a writer, and it’s always made sense to me to deal with issues by writing. I was reading through old posts on here and discovered just how much I’ve captured of Isis’ saga on this blog. Same with Basette and Ambush, my old kitties. A friend here at work suggested pulling Isis’…
BrieBrie loves getting into anything that’s open: closets, cabinets, backpacks, boxes, and now washing machines with damp clothes in it. Every time I do laundry now, BrieBrie is exploring the washer and dryer. She doesn’t care if it’s wet or dry clothes. It’s an open door, she’s exploring. I’m always careful to check the washer…
It was late when I went to bed on Sunday night. I’d had a nice evening playing Guild Wars with a friend. Stella had been curled up by my monitor for most of the evening. I crawled into bed, pulled up the covers, and smelled cat urine. Stella had peed on the covers again. (I…