I wonder what Jack is thinking about.
Stretched out, Sophie.
Sophie had her surgery Tuesday.
She now has permanent birth control.
Still kinda out of it
And here she is 4 days later.
Looking and feeling pretty good.
Hi, Peoples. It’s me, Teddy. Mama said I could stop in at the Tuesday Chatter Cafe to say hello today and show you my new favorite place to sleep.
Mama is getting new kitchen cabinets and there is one just perfect for me.
Doesn’t this look like it was made for me?
The best part is that Jack doesn’t get up on the kitchen counter so he won’t get in my space like he usually does.
Mama says not to get used to it because when the right cabinet comes and is installed it will have a door so I won’t be able to get in it. I don’t know what she means about a right cabinet changing things. This cabinet is in the middle so the right cabinet shouldn’t change anything. She can be confused sometimes and often confusing.
Purrs to all,
Hi, Everybody, it’s me, Jack.
I am doing Tuesday Chatter today.
I had a kinda scary morning today.
I had an appointment.
It started with this
A cage! With the door locked!
I was not happy!
I would not look at Mama
no matter how sweet she talked.
Teddy told me that when you go in the cage and the door is locked
it means you are going in a car to see the vet.
Last time I went to the vet wasn’t so bad,
but still, this cage thing was uncalled for.
Well, we got to the vet place and I was freed from the cage
so I could walk around in the exam room.
When a man came in I ran out the door.
I just wanted to explore.
Mama doesn’t let me out of the apartment except on the balcony
and from the little I can see when she opens
the front door the hallways look very interesting.
Anyway, back in the exam room.
The vet, he was a very nice guy, put me on a table.
I wasn’t too sure about it.
But it was okay.
I was weighed (perfect 10 pounds)
and poked and scoped and kneaded and
But I was a good boy.
The vet knew what he was doing and did it very well.
He said I was a perfectly beautiful cat.
This guy really knows his cats.
He knows perfection when he sees it!
noun; a cat, an old female cat, an ill-tempered old woman
This is a picture of Dolly in the prime of her life. She was a busy body, always curious about everything. Her favorite people were men who came to fix things because they had tool boxes she could check out and try to nap in. She came to live with me when she was six weeks old and died in my arms when she was a nineteen-year-old grimalkin. She was a tiny (never more than six pounds) loving cat, always young at heart and definitely a diva!