Steven put my ironing basket on top of my armoire because a certain little furball was peeing in it back when he had an infection. Then, he seemed to have liked using linens as a litterbox because he occasionally kept it up. So the ironing has stayed conspicuously up high.
But if you look closely, you'll see that the urinary culprit is sleeping in it now. Calvin isn't ordinarily a climber, so I was shocked when I saw movement up there and realized it was him in the basket! That's really more Doogie's thing.
Since I talked so much in the fall about all the stresses of dealing with Calvin's illnesses, I figured I should report positive news, too. He seems to be feeling great! He's been running around the house having "kitten fits" and wanting to play play play! He's eating fairly well, too. He's gained back a bit of the weight that he lost, and he seems pretty normal these days.
Some of this, however, is probably due to the fact that we caved. Our little carnivore, who isn't supposed to have meat, is getting his little meat treats again on occasion. He'd gotten so grumpy and miserable and had taken to wailing pitifully and drooling whenever we had meat with our meals. He was so unhappy, and it was affecting our entire household. I couldn't get through a day with him without his pacing and wailing and smacking at me whenever he was awake. I caved one day and gave him a tiny piece of chicken, and his entire demeanor changed. Mr. Grump became Mr. Sunshine, and he stayed that way for the rest of the day! We decided at that point that his quality of life is far more important than quantity. We may be killing him faster by giving him what he likes, but at least he'll enjoy the time he has left.
Right now, I'm just so grateful that life around here seems fairly normal again.
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I grew up with cats. Forgot how amusingly mischievous they can be! We adopted a cat, Morris, who was crazy about red wine. Really, my mother had to keep a hand over her glass at dinner or shoo him outside as Morris would howl for a taste. (He did NOT get his first sip from us.) On the flip side, Morris would howl when anyone fought. In a house with three teens, there was a lot of fighting. And howling. It's hard to keep fighting when a fat orange cat paws your mouth when you yell!
Glad your Mr. Sunshine is feeling better.
Allison
Hooray! I'm so glad Calvin is feeling better!
Thanks! We're so glad here, too! When I see him racing around the house and flying onto the furniture, I can't help but smile. It's such a turnaround!
We just found out Hershey has a thyroid problem. We are now pill popper experts too. He already seems to be feeling better. These kitties need insurance of their own.
What a sneaky little cutie pie! Look at him up there! I'm glad he's feeling better :)
Jill, I'm sorry to hear Hershey is sick now. What's up with our young cats suddenly getting all old and sick?! Tell Hershey I hope he's feeling better, and that he'd better not give you and Brian a hard time with the pills! I said so! ;-)
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