The Furball Report

Calvin is hanging in there. The news was bad towards the end of 2009, as the vet indicated that Calvin's remaining time with us would likely be only a few more weeks or months. He's on 4 different meds now, including the recently-added glucosamine to create a slippery lining in his bladder. Um, yeah. Not sure how that works, but if keeps him from peeing on the bed, I'm happy.

You know you love your cats when you have $50 in Amazon gift cards from credit card reward points, and you spend most of it on stuff for your cats. (I bought one of Calvin's meds and a new king-sized heating pad that doesn't have auto shut-off like their current pad. With unusually cold temps for Texas and our unwillingness to let Calvin snuggle with us in bed due to the aforementioned urinating, I worry every night about him getting too cold after his heating pad shuts itself off.)

And now for a few pics from the holidays around here. First, Doogie did his annual thing of "helping" me as I wrapped holiday gifts:




Calvin opted to hide in the Microsoft bag Steven's X-Box came in:




The boys were going for a Brady Bunch moment here:



Then Doogie ruined it. I'm pretty sure the Bradys didn't go around smacking each other.



Doogie keeps trying to pick fights with Calvin, as he obviously misses his playmate. They used to wrestle a lot, complete with wild bunny kicks to the head and flying bits of fur. (They seemed to relish doing that right after I'd vacuumed.) Now they just do this funny cat-fight thing that looks like girls slapping at each other. Calvin just doesn't have it in him to fight the way they used to.

As Steven and I welcomed in the new year, we each held a cat during the countdown. Sadly, we commented that 2010 probably isn't going to be a very good year for poor Calvin. But we're grateful for every day we have with our furry boys.