We’re Back and Better Than Ever

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We are not sure where the saying “We’re Back and Better Than Ever” originated, but we are happy to borrow it for this post. Mom seems to have been way too busy to update the world on our fabulous selves, but she has a bit of time tonight so we persuaded her to make the effort.

Mom says our furnace is not working right. The thermo-majig will turn off when the desired temperature is achieved, but the furnace keeps on working. It got to 85 degrees in the house yesterday, and Mom had to come home from work to stop it from roasting us all. Nobody came to fix it today, either. It was a repairman from Sears who caused the problem yesterday; now they tell us we are on their maintenance schedule for an air conditioning repair on November 1. Somebody is drinking too much Kool-Aid.

At least Mom can turn the furnace on for short periods so we don’t get frozen. It is cold outside, and everyone knows we kitties love to stay all toasty warm. Maybe someone will come tomorrow to fix the silly thing correctly.

We will try to keep you updated with our lovely selves more often.

Swapping Roommates in 2016

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Swapping Feline Family Members

The weirdest swapping around here in recent weeks has been in the composition of our feline family. After four cats crossed the Rainbow Bridge in 2015, Mom decided it was a good idea to introduce a new family member in December. His name is Rascal Spatz, and he was born in March 2015.


Rascal Spatz
Rascal Spatz becomes acclimated to his new home.


We have only seen him at the screen door to Mom’s bedroom, but Jou Jou B–who spends 99% of her time out in the living area–has suffered a number of his overzealous, “playful” attacks, especially when he had just arrived. Of course, Mom kept him in a cage at first; soon she was letting him out on “trial runs” to see if he would get along with everyone else. He usually had to be “re-caged” within a few minutes for bad behavior. Lately, however, he seems to be minding his manners most of the time. We hear a lot less whining and growling.


Swapping Room Preferences

A new frequent visitor to our private chamber has been RubyDoo. She frequently would leap in here when Mom was not careful, but would soon want to be gone again. Then she had to have some dental work done, including two extractions (one fang), and had to wear an E-collar temporarily. She came in here with us and stayed a while.


RubyDoo is a cute little kitty who is light on her feet.


Now she wants in more often, and Mom lets her stay as long as she likes. That’s OK with us; she does not bother us, except when she picks the best places to sleep next to Mom.


Swapping Bedrooms

Our “orange invader” brother also was a frequent flyer here, but almost never spent the night…until recently. Invariably, Mom would head to bed and get to sleep for a little while. Then Pawscar would howl, and Mom would return him to his lair in our kitchen/bathroom area (we have never seen it, but have heard reports about the warm dryer on laundry days and the heating vent that releases warm air at floor level in the bathroom).


Pawscar Awesome
Pawscar Awesome always enjoys napping in his hut on Mom’s bed.


Last Thursday, something changed. Mom was worried about Pawscar Awesome’s eye. When she put the drop in his right eye that morning, he started squinting really badly and rubbing his eye. Mom checked, and saw that the tissues around the eye were red. Since Pawscar has had pressure problems in that eye, and some strange condition in both eyes for which he has gotten treatment for more than a year, Mom took him to the kitty ER. He had developed corneal ulcers (whatever that is) because the steroid he has been taking for a long time weakened his immune system. Mom had to add an antibiotic salve and pain medicine to his treatment for several days, and he has been staying in with us full-time ever since. He sleeps most of the time and never bothers us, so it’s OK.

Today Mom is happy because the ophthalmologist said Pawscar does not need the eye drops for high eye pressure in his right eye any more, and his “chicken slop” (compounded liquid prednisolone) is reduced to .25 ml every day. The right eye also does not need the antibiotic salve, but the left one still does. At this moment, Pawscar Awesome does not seem to care; he is too busy cat-napping.


What Time Is It, Anyway?

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So what time is it? Frustration time. Mom has had all sorts of problems with her church website today. This evening she noticed that the Events Calendar is already on tomorrow. She decided to check our site, because it uses the Events Calendar, too. Lo and behold, ours says it’s Wednesday, September 9, but it’s only the 8th here in the Detroit area.

Mom went to the Events Calendar website. Other people in New York and Chicago are having the same problem. They were told that it MUST be a theme or plugin conflict, and were given a set of instructions to check this out. Mom did NOT want to change the theme on her church website; it already had had enough problems. She chose to try out the steps on ours.

First Mom changed the theme to Twenty Thirteen. Our website looked really funny. Everything was in strange colors and places. Then she turned off all the plugins except for the calendar. She cleared the browser cache. Did it help? NO! Mom concluded the problem must be with the Events Calendar plugin.

Mom says she would be afraid to ask those people over at Modern Tribe who make the Events Calendar, “What time is it?” If they don’t know what day it is, they surely do not know the time.

Where Is Mom?

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Mom, where are you? Inquiring minds want to know.

I think something very fishy is going on lately. Mom seems to be getting up very early in the morning, as early as 7:00 AM sometimes. Of course, I help her out by playing with the electric cord on the wall lamp several minutes before her alarm is set to go off. Then she zooms around the house, disappearing in her nightwear and reappearing in day clothes and makeup. Luckily she does not forget to feed us, give us clean water, and clean our litterboxes. Then she vanishes for a very long time.

Just when it seems I may never see her again, she returns. The sun tells me it is later in the afternoon. She never tells me where she has gone. I overhear her talking to Dad once in a while about “work” or “church.” Less often I hear “doctor” mentioned. I don’t know what those things are!

What I do know is this: I miss Mom. I need some loving and attention. COME HOME!