But we are cautiously optimistic that the lump in his throat is getting better under steroid treatment.
The dog better look out, though. Â Milo may kick the stuffing out of him in a fit of ‘roid rage…
"That's not writing - that's typing." --Truman Capote
But we are cautiously optimistic that the lump in his throat is getting better under steroid treatment.
The dog better look out, though. Â Milo may kick the stuffing out of him in a fit of ‘roid rage…
It’s hard to focus on the good when illness has struck a tiny tyrant.
Plenty is just fine chez nous, and we have much to be grateful for. Â But John found a grape-sized lump on Milo’s larynx on Friday. Â At the vet, they found he had a fever of 106 – very, very high. Â An expensive battery of tests has told us… well, almost nothing, except he doesn’t have an infection. Â He has been out of sorts and punky, spending lots of time in the cool sanctuary of the basement. Â He appreciates visits, but hasn’t been seeking us out with his usual insistent regularity. Â His meow is a croak, and his purr sounds like a fork dragged across asphalt.
Wee Milo is not well. Â And it’s got us well and truly tweaked.
That’s all I got. Â How are you?
I realized last night that Milo is a performance artist.
What else could explain his strange habit of putting the top of his head on stuff?
Performance art. It’s the only explanation.
(My friend Adam once said that “Performance art is a personality disorder with a grant.” I’m thinking I now know where Milo gets the money for his designer kitty bed and blinged-out toys. I blame myself for being duped into buying him the nuclear kitty ganja in the Kitty Can’t Cope sacks. He can clearly afford to buy them himself.)
What was Milo doing last night:
1. Experiencing Kundalini shakti
2. Taking an odd sort of nap
3. Hiding his face so he didn’t have to watch “Snakes on a Plane”
You tell me.
Yeah. We’re easily amused.
This morning started with some Santa Hat silliness:
Some of the zoo were less into this idea:
And some are game for anything:
John got power tools, because he’s been a very good boy this year:
Brian and I took a walk with Tosh:
And all that’s left is to make and eat a fabulous dinner and wish everyone a safe, happy, and healthy new year:
All the best to you and yours.
We had a good Thanksgiving.
Some cats had some nice lounging
The meal seemed to go over well:
I made a particularly pretty pie:
And Mom indulged in the creation of a bunch of teeny sweaters – it was like a particularly cute obsession acted out in scraps of leftover sock yarn:
And finally, we’re currently sitting here deconstructing the performance art piece that is John hanging lights on the Christmas tree. It’s rather nice.
We’re not huge cat-toy buyers. Our cats aren’t terribly interested in gee-whizzery, and the Kitty Can’t Cope Sack represents the pinnacle of technology to them. Milo’s favorite toy, when he’s not getting his kitty buzz on, is a crumpled receipt (and his zeal for pursuing them, even in an uncrumpled state, makes entering expenses into Quicken an exercise that would impress the Flying Wallendas). We are well aware that for the feline imagination a cardboard box is a castle, a TARDIS, and a treehouse all in one.
So why we were enticed by a $5 IKEA nylon cat-hut, I don’t know. But I’m happy we didn’t listen to our wiser voices for once. The thing’s a hit at our house, and for some reason we find it endlessly amusing to find our cat-family enjoying its cozy Swedish vibe.
Simon a/k/a "Big Papi" (for his increasingly strong resemblance to David Ortiz ):
Little Milo, happily sharing space with several Kitty Can’t Copes:
Dash, examining the environs:
…and deciding that he draws the line at sharing.
…No, it shall never be. And to prove it, just in time for the Fourth of July weekend, several minutes of pointless video that might only be of interest to a small subset of my friends and relatives*:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrDbrlIofWE“This is not how I am” indeed, Simon – get yer paws off of the coffee table.
Happy holiday weekend, at least to the US folks who are looking forward to beer and barbecue tomorrow.
*And of that small subset, there’s probably an even smaller subset consisting of John and my mom who will actually be amused by this video.
Cute cat photos…
…and also arty cat photos
Things I have done recently include:
I will (hopefully) talk about these things anon. However for now, the cute cat images will have to do.
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