Most evenings we let Josh have one tv show before bed. Usually he has a snack and plays Legos while he watches, but once in awhile I have the pleasure of cuddles instead. Tonight was one of those rare nights, and I don’t ever take them for granted. Damon has been out of town for a few days, and Josh needed some mommy time.
Josh cozied up to me on the couch, and then George snuggled up to him. Sigh.
Josh loves his cat, and George loves his boy.
My foot fell asleep but I didn’t move an inch. There was no way I was going to be the one to disturb them!
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I just can’t help myself. Josh has all these little hats from his multitude of stuffed animals lying about the house. I pick them up, look at them and think how purrfectly they would fit on George. And they do. As long as he sits still.
I swear it’s not photoshopped! Damon and Josh witnessed George posing for a good 10 minutes so I could get the perfect shot. Yes, I managed to hold in my lap and take the photo at the same time…
I am an old cat lady.
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It’s been a crazy couple of days around here. On Monday morning I was getting ready to go to the gym (really, I was!) when I noticed George looked a little a lot wet. I knew Damon had just let him inside (he’d only been out for about half an hour) and I figured he had played in a puddle. Except he wasn’t wet with water.
It was blood.
Now George does tend to be pretty territorial and I’ve found other cat’s blood on him a few times over the years. But this time it was his own and more than I felt comfortable handling.
As soon as I got Josh on the bus to school I was on the phone with the vet, and they got us in right away. (Love them!)
I’m so glad I took him in. He had two very bad puncture wounds. One on the top of his head that went down to his skull (but luckily did not break his skull) and one all the way through one cheek to the inside of his mouth. Poor George!
I have no idea what bit him, but the theories range from another cat, to a fox, a fisher cat, a dog, a raccoon, or even a hawk. I’m leaning toward a neighborhood cat. I’ve seen quite a few around my yard lately and they’re pretty big and aggressive. Anyway.
So the darn cat is on liquid antibiotics and a painkiller, plus I have to flush his wounds twice a day. That’s just as much fun as it sounds. Not.
He follows me around even more than usual and gives me pitiful stares. The first day he just slept and I had to carry him down to his food and water and the litter box when I thought he needed it. It was pathetic.
Yesterday afternoon I noticed his cheek looked a little puffy and red and I was afraid it was getting infected so back to the vet we went. It was actually fine and I felt a little silly after but it was worth it for the peace of mind that he wasn’t going to die overnight.
He’s feeling better much now but looks just awful! And he desperately wants to go back outside. Not a chance. The little dude may never go out again…
Did I mention they had to shave the wounded areas so they could clean them?
I’m not sure if he’s mad or embarrassed about the reverse mohawk!
Then there’s the cheek:
See? Longing for the outdoors. Dumb cat. Yes, he is missing his eyebrow whiskers. They were victims of the vet’s clippers. Just like his dignity.
George, darling, you’re 10 now and can’t fight with the other kitties and win anymore. It’s time to learn to run away!
Or just take a nap.
Poor George. Whenever I need a giggle he gets to wear a hat.
Hope you all have a great Halloween! I’ll try to be back tomorrow with a picture of Josh’s Jedi costume.
Did I mention I had to keep the boy home from school this morning because he had a fever? He was feeling fine by lunchtime, of course. Besides reading lots of Calvin and Hobbes (I’ve had to order another book because he’s reading them so fast) he spent a good amount of time harassing poor George. Not really though, cause George loves attention from his boy. If they’re not following me around, they follow each other.
This afternoon the boy snatched my camera (who knows why he didn’t grab his own!) and disappeared. He came a couple of minutes later to show me this:
Dude. I laughed so hard I cried.
At least the boy’s photography skills are improving.
And somehow George doesn’t seem to mind one little bit.
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Well, we’re on sick day #2. He coughed all night long so I let him sleep in, and now he’s upstairs tucked into my bed watching Sprout. It’s the longest I’ve ever seen him be still.
This post is just for my cat lover friends. You know my cat is like my other kid, and my kid loves cats as much as I do. We love to get online together and look at all the cute cat sites out there. Some of them you probably already know, I mean, who doesn’t know Lolcats?? But there are lots of other cute cat blogs that I love and I wanted to share with you.
- Itty Bitty Kitty Committee – some of the best cat photography on the web, and all for a good cause.
- Phyllis and the Aliens – Phyllis is a sweetie putting up with the aliens – kittens adopted from the IBKC.
- Agnes and Henry – love love love the kittens, who were also IBKC kitties.
- Dudley’s Diary – from the perspective of Dudley the kitten and his big kitty housemates.
- The Adventures of Robin and Finchy – orange tabbies on leashes? I’m hooked!
- Daisy the curly cat – also from the kitty’s perspective. Just started reading this one and I love it.
- Cat lovers site – not only cute pics but lots of good cat information too.
- Blogging Cat – great site – and check out the blogroll there for a whole bunch more!
Okay, now you know my secret blog lurking habit – it’s all about the cats. Got any other good ones for me?
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“He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
as he wades through the buildings towards the center of town.”
“Go go Georgezilla!”
I had to laugh when I received the Photohunter email earlier this week with today’s topic: ruin(ed). I had just taken this photo of George destroying the boy’s army men set up.
Luckily the boy enjoyed watching George destroy it as much as I did. It could have been meltdown time, but instead we made it fun by singing the Godzilla song. We do love a little Blue Oyster Cult around here! George might have gotten a treat or two for putting up with us.
I decided to participate in the Saturday Photohunt for the first time this week. Yeah, I’m a little desperate for something to post!
This week’s theme is Together. These two have been inseparable for 5 and a half years now:
George was very protective of the boy back then. Still is really. There’s a running joke around here that George and the boy both follow me around, really it’s the boy follows me, and George follows him.
I wish I could find a comfy spot and nap away the day today too.
The power of a fuzzy blanket is too great to ignore.
My dear husband did something very cruel this morning. He sent me pictures of kittens.
Why is that cruel you ask?
Because they’re soon to be available from someone we know, they’re, I desperately want one but I don’t think I should.
My big hesitation? George.
Hi George! Do you want a little kitten to play with? And when I say play I don’t mean like you play with the mice and moles in yard. When I say play I mean lick and snuggle and romp. Wait, that’s what you do with the mice and moles. Right before you bite their heads off.
See my concern? I have a bit of fear that George might harm a kitten. I also wonder if he might get so mad at me for bringing such a creature into his castle that he might run away from home.
George has been an only cat for 9 years. He has been aggressive (!) toward other cats, but that’s always been outside when he’s defending his own property. I have no idea how he would relate to a kitten, but I’ve always wondered if he’s so attached to me because he’s a bit lonely and could really use some kitty company.
I also think that although DH says it’s my decision, he wouldn’t have sent me that email if he didn’t want one too, right honey?
Any of you been through this before? Advice? Am I insane? Don’t answer that last one.
ps. If you knew my title was a pun and not a spelling error I adore you.