Haighs has been quite busy lately.
He did a spot of ebaying earlier and thinks we should get some more steak knives. He found them at a good price.
Haighs also did a bit of surfing. Spent some time looking at the dogs in the Keysborough Animal Shelter and realised just how lucky Max and he are.
Now he knows how good it is at home, I don’t think he will wake his kind owner by biting her on the nose tomorrow.
The moon and stars were smiling on us last night:
And B played with skeet as he was intoxicated by the newly shed shoes…
I’m not well so it is lots of time at home for me…
Scardy cat is out of the coma from the general anesthetic. She is a little sedated so a lot more relaxed. She’s just hanging out with us. She tried to meow when she was hungry but no sound came out. We will pamper her until she is back to her scardyjumpy self — that I love. Even when she is sometimes acting like a weirdo she keeps some special meow-quacks for us at bedtime. When she isn’t sculking around the walls quickly to avoid being seen. She is the night burgler cat, jet black and wide gold eyes. When we are alone she is always a bit more chilled. (She must know I love her.)
Couldn’t get out of bed this morning. Heard my phone beep beep with a text, got up to answer that then went back to bed. Then got up to call the vet. Found out Skeets does have the beginnings of diabetes. We need to put him on a low protein diet. It shouldn’t be too hard to manage. Then Skeet and I went back to bed. By the time I got up well into this afternoon it was too late to go to the butcher and the grocer, too late for lunch for B or me and too late for much else. I went to the new supermarket down the road from us and just got enough supplies for tonight. Then I got a latte and some toast from Santucci’s and all felt normal in the world. When I got back to the house Skeet was asleep on the bed where I left him.
All is well.
I am inspired tonight by my friend, author of ’Scott’s Abode’, who had an adorable photo of his cat on his blog. So tonight I have captured Skeet (fat cat) in his interesting resting position.
Tonight, I arrived home to find Ella (scardy cat) hiding in our bedroom as usual and Skeet sitting in the dining room like a Sphinx, head pointed towards the heavenly crunchy cupboard. Hmm, I thought, has he been waiting patiently like that for me to get home and supply some food? Yes, sure enough, when he saw me he stood up and started sweeping back and forwards on my legs, meowing. A sure sign that he wants something. It was, pretty much, dinner time so I went to collect the bowls. Now, dinner for the cat children is a complicated process. Skeet is getting on the old side, so he eats canned food and can never get enough. Ella has bad teeth so she gets raw gravy beef. Skeet thinks the gravy beef looks amazing and Ella thinks the same about Skeet’s savoury loaf so it is always a struggle to keep them apart. We are now in the routine of feeding Skeet first in the kitchen, to keep him busy while we put Ella in the outside hutch to eat hers.
Tonight all did not go to plan. I opened the door to the hutch to get Ella’s bowl. Skeet got over excited and jumped out there hoping there would be some remnants of last nights feast somewhere to be found. I got him inside (once he realised there was nothing) and fed Skeet with Ella hovering. Then I went to get Ella’s and it was all frozen. Meanwhile, timid and easily scared Ella pushed Skeet out of the way and went to work on his dinner. I tried to remove her and she pushed her way back. I was left with no option but to lift her up and take her into the lounge room until I could get her some food. She was carried down the house with paws outstretched looking for something to grasp onto for help, meowing mournfully. When I got the food defrosted and went to get her she was hiding under the couch and didn’t want to come out. Eventually I did get her outside, with food, and no Skeet and both pussy’s were fed.
This is pretty much a nightly performance. The pussy cat ballet.
