stole this off twitter. is this real life?
i can’t believe i’ve been using aluminum foil for decades. these little guys (you get two) fit every single can…no matter the size…of my wet (canned) cat food. dishwasher-safe and more eco-friendly than foil. lid covers are mega easy to put on and take off. also doesn’t smell up the fridge!
first, he has cat herpes. this causes a variety of upper respiratory issues in cats…his affects his eyes. i clean his eyes daily. nothing else can be done. the vet prescribes some triple meds eyedrops a few times a year, which helps for a little bit. i feel bad for him but, as cats usually do, he lives his life as though nothing’s wrong.
secondly, he’s a decade younger than butter (who just turned 18). butter has never wanted anything to do with tommy, yet tommy kept stalking butter and jumping on him wanting to play. butter used to be able to defend himself pretty well, but as he’s aging has lost a lot of strength and dexterity to run away. the last time tommy tried to pounce on him, butter bit the fuck out of tommy’s ear…which collapsed his ear’s blood vessels and you can see the result in the pic. it’s caused him no pain (maybe at first), i couldn’t afford the surgery and didn’t want him under dangerous anesthesia for a minor issue…so now he has a broken ear. he didn’t bother butter for about a month after butter fucked his ear up, btw.
this pic makes me a bit sad, but it’s the life of a cat daddy, i suppose 🙂
i wonder how much real estate is on cat island?
thomas o’ malley is baiting me by being cute so i’ll rub his tummy…but it’s a trap! if i do, it will be like the first ten minutes of “saving private ryan” and then my hand is missing.
good try, tommy….good try.
i’ve never allowed any of my cats in my bedroom. my sleep is imperative and i need to remain undisturbed as much as possible (i’m constantly sleep-deprived, so i try to limit things that wake me up as much as possible). moreso…no cat hair on my bed!
that said…my bedroom door is always closed. the rare times that i accidentally leave it open, i arrive to find a kitty standing at the threshold peering inside at all the wonders of the world (through their eyes). unexplored territory with their daddy’s smell throughout…but they don’t cross the threshold.
when i first got butter (he’s almost 18 now!), he ran into my room the first chance he got when he was a newbie. immediately ran under the bed, of course. and it’s impossible to hand-reach a cowering cat underneath a king size bed with barely room enough for an arm to blindly feel around, so i used the “scare the shit out of him with extremely loud sounds” technique. he bolted out and never went in again (after a few more tries and scoldings)
if i’m just running into my bedroom to grab something real quick, i sometimes won’t close the door to latch close…it’s just cracked open a tad. tommy will nudge his head against the door and stick his head in…but won’t come inside.
it’s very funny to see, actually. i don’t carry my phone around with me, so i can never get a pic. one day, perhaps.
every morning i get up…for 4 years now….tommy sits outside my bedroom door in the hall and waits for me to get up and come out. he head butts my legs to death, gets petted, and follows me downstairs to do our morning socializing, get fresh food/water, and still doesn’t understand that i need an hour of coffee/wake-up time before i can play with him. butter, however, has learned to give me an hour to wake up. after i’ve been up an hour, butter starts meowing at me for attention.
it’s the only part of my days that i love. it’s the only joy, happiness, and love i experience or want anymore.
there’s so much love between us, i simply can’t put it into words to reflect its perfection and how carthartic they make me feel.
talk about stealing one’s heart…
i was able, for the first time in almost 2 weeks, to speak words out loud. never had laryngitis before. what a crazy trip that is.
anyway…i spoke to the kitties today and they didn’t care one bit.
since my laryngitis, i’ve been unable to speak (barely even whisper at the beginning). they said the only cure is to cease and desist all talking, whispering, or any sounds.
of course, during this time, i have not spoken to at all. normally, i talk to them a LOT.
they know something’s wrong, but are not clear what it is.
here in the jungle, i’ve noticed that since i’ve stopped talking to them for over a week…they have (exponentially) decreased their meowing.
i still hold and love on them constantly, of course, i just haven’t been discussing politics with them lately…
i can almost time it to the day when i need to get more cat food. try amazon’s “subscribe & save” to have it auto-delivered (at a discount, too, i believe). click here.
i have to give one of my cats, tommy, “lysine” because of his bad eyes and upper respiratory issues. it helps a bit between antibiotic shots.
it’s a gel, so i just put it on his paw. he tries to run away from it, but he runs on only the 3 other legs. when the gel paw goes up, he shakes it violently. none of that works, so he licks it off. for some very odd reason (to me) it’s maple-flavored.
i need to get video of it soon…
comment below if you have funny cat medicine stories… 🙂
due to the laryngitis, i haven’t spoken to my cats in five days. a few loud clappings to stop from from doing cat stuff that makes a disturbing sound, but nothing verbal. i’ve snuck in a few whispers, against doctor’s orders, but remain concerned and confused.
laryngitis is one of the oddest scenarios i’ve ever been in.
i know there are people out there with far worse issues, but fuck them…this is about me! 🙂