Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Woof Woof Wednesday with a Kitty on the Side

Yesterday we shared some photos of Thimble and pup Astrid posing their toesies together. I briefly mentioned that while the photos looked like a cuddle fest, it was actually the result of the two girls battling for the favorite window seat in the house. Can you guess who usually wins this battle?

Do you see who won? Do you see her back there?

Yep. Though pup Astrid outweighs Thimble by over 60 lbs, Thimble wins the window seat probably 9 times out of 10. Don't let these girls fool you, though. There are enough windows in this house for all the furbabies to nap in, they just like to fight over this one because what's life without sibling rivalry?

Happy Wednesday to all!

P.S. In case you're not sure what sort of a furniture configuration you're seeing in the above photos, it's all simply proof that my house is decorated around the furbabies. There's a couch, which is what Astrid is lying on. Thimble is on a pillow that is on top of a small table, and that table has a white foam buffer on it, because Astrid is known to slide tables into walls. Can you believe that Astrid was once so eager to get in the window seat that she literally punched a hole in the wall getting up there? So, we use foam and other protectors when and where we can, for the safe of both the furbabies and the house itself.

Doodle of the Day

I'm trying not to turn my inner Halloween eagerness into blatant Halloween doodles just yet, but a lot of good I'm doing with that. Today's doodle was inspired by none other than a Halloween decoration I recently saw at a Michaels craft store. This decoration involves a fake typewriter with a skeleton hand posed on top of it, as if typing a frightful tale. I pretty just drew my rendition of the decoration, but of course added a kitty and a pup to the mix for good measure.

Did you know?
Did you know that dogs are long distance runners while cats are sprinters? This most especially refers to the way dogs and cats catch their prey. Especially when considering dogs and cats in the wild, they catch prey in relatively different manners. Dogs are primarily landbound and are more disposed to running long distances to chase and catch prey. When it comes to cats, on the other hand, they can more easily climb and jump, and they therefore often hide and catch prey by surprise. When cats need to run after prey, they are more so sprinters than long distance runners, unlike dogs. Both dogs and cats are considered predatory species, but when you think about it, their predatory ways are not necessarily the same.

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Toesies Tuesday

Two certain furbabies around here teamed up for today's Toesies Tuesday shots.

I'm going to pretend Thimble and Astrid really were cuddling in these photos, and that they weren't just shoving and fighting each other for the window seat.

Happy Tuesday, friends!

Doodle of the Day: Flashback Tuesday

For today's flashback doodle, I honestly was simply curious to see what I was scribbling up this time last year. It would seem last August I was doodling cats and books. What a shocker.

Did you know?
Did you know that polydactyly is more common in cats than it is in dogs? In other words, it's not terribly hard to find cats with more toes than is considered normal. That being said, though it's less common, it is also possible for dogs to have extra toes, and there are even certain dog breeds that more often display this feature. Dogs are like cats in that, in a typical case, they have five toes, including a dewclaw, on each of the front paws, as well as four toes on each back paw. Dogs with an abnormal amount of toes might have dewclaws or other extra toes on the rear paws, or even double dewclaws on the front or back paws. Polydactyl cats still remain more common in general, though, and people like Ernest Hemingway can even be thanked for promoting a keen interest in these types of felines.

Monday, August 19, 2019

Mancat Monday

On a bright and shiny day, one of Evan's favorite places to be is in the sun puddle that shines through the front door.

Evan will park himself in that ray of light for as long as he possibly can. Sometimes I have to tell him that he needs to take a break from that lovely sunshine. After all, I don't want my ginger boy to burn!

Can you guess what happens when I tell Evan he needs to take a break from sunbathing?

He argues. Are you surprised? Yeah, me neither.

Wishing you all a sunny Monday!

Doodle of the Day

Anybody up for another spooky read? Yes? No? Maybe so?

Did you know?
Did you know that Edgar Allan Poe had a beloved cat named Catterina? We're thinking some of you do know this, especially since a certain famous tortie named Mudpie has mentioned Catterina before on her and her human's blog, Melissa's Mochas, Mysteries, & Meows. Some have said that Poe's Catterina was a black cat, but it is now commonly believed she was a tortoiseshell cat. Either way, Catterina is believed to have played a significant role in the lives of both Poe and his wife, Virginia. It is said that Catterina often kept Poe company when he wrote, and that she kept Virginia company during her battle with tuberculosis.

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Sunday Selfies

Thimble decided she wanted to snap a couple of selfies soon after returning home from her dental surgery on Thursday.

The only thing was that Thimble was still a bit drugged up, and so she couldn't quite see straight or stay awake.

If the lighting of Thimble's selfies still, yet again, seems off, you can most definitely blame this here human. Generally speaking, I feel like my new phone takes pretty decent photos. I'm still trying to figure it out in its entirety, though, and the setting for photo lighting is eluding me. I always get bested by technology.

In more important news, Thimble is doing great after her dental surgery. She had a crown amputation and has sutures in her mouth, and so she's not supposed to eat dry food. Let me tell you, that's a tough thing to ensure when there are five other cats in the house, including a hind limb paralyzed fella who needs food in readily accessible places that Thimble can also easily reach. I keep having to distract Thimble from the dry food by refilling the moist food bowls with her favorite canned food and, of course, her beloved baby food. Luckily, that usually does the trick.

On another note, Thimble does not like the taste of her antibiotics, but she takes them nonetheless. Thimble is a gagger, though, and she always has been. Even just the smell of her antibiotics now makes Thimble quite literally gag. The poor girl is such a trouper, though, and she lets me shoot those antibiotics in her mouth despite the fact that she despises them with a passion.

Of course, Thimble's sharing her selfies for the Sunday Selfie Blog Hop, hosted by the Kitties Blue over at The Cat on My Head.

Thimble and all of us here wish you a stupendous Sunday!

Doodle of the Day:

I'm indeed still in a spooky sort of mood, but now I'm also in the mood to doodle up some books. So, that means this:

Did you know?
Did you know that cats and dogs are frequently given antibiotics that are flavored like bubblegum or banana? You'd think that our kitties and pups would be prescribed antibiotics in flavors such as tuna or chicken. But, alas, amoxicillin for our furbabies often comes in a bubblegum flavor. Clavamox is another variation that often comes flavored like banana. The primary reason for this is that these medications are safe for both human and furry children, and for the sake of manufacturing and financial ease, veterinary clinics are often stocked up with antibiotics in flavors used for humans. It's often the same medication for both human and furry children, just with different packaging. If you've ever wondered why your kitty or pup's antibiotics or other medication smell or look like bubblegum or banana, therefore, that might be why.

The above being said, there are ways to get almost any prescribed medication in a flavor more palatable for your kitty or pup. There are various specialty pharmacies throughout the nation and world that are able to put various drugs in suspensions, for example, that taste like tuna, chicken, or other flavors. These options are often more expensive, but it's at least important to know it's an option. Therefore, if there's a medication you are struggling to administer to your furbaby and you're worried it's because of the taste, consider discussing other options with your veterinarian.

Saturday, August 17, 2019

Caturday Art

I apologize if you're tired of spooky summer doodles, because here's yet another one.

I'm still eagerly and quite impatiently awaiting autumn and Halloween. I guess I'll have to settle for things like picnics with lemonade and watermelon and books of horror and terror. Just the usual.

We're wishing you all a beautiful day!

Did you know?
Did you know that famed horror author Stephen King wrote his novel Pet Sematary using inspiration from his own life? So as not to get into any overly sad details, the long and short of it is that in the 1970s, Stephen King and his young family moved to a home in an area where a local pet cemetery was indeed in existence, and their own cat ended up being buried there. One thing led to another, and King used these life events as inspiration for the acclaimed Pet Sematary.

Friday, August 16, 2019

Friendly Fill-Ins

I want to begin by thanking you all for your purrs, prayers, and good thoughts for Thimble yesterday! Her dental went well, and she had a crown amputation on the expected upper premolar as a result of resorption. It was also discovered that's she's already lost two lower premolars to resorption, and those teeth were already goners. This girl probably isn't done dealing with tooth resorption, so this was very likely not the last dental Thimble will undergo in her lifetime. Isn't she a lucky girl?

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Honestly, though, I am so thankful for all of you and your kindness, and for our wonderful veterinarians. I'm happy to have Thimble home and recovering. She has been requesting extra of her favorite treat, that being baby food, and she's not be denied.


Now, of course, it's time for the Friendly Fill-Ins challenge. In case you missed the fill-in statements yesterday, I'll share them again below. Ellen of 15andmeowing came up with the first two, and I came up with the second two.

1. I love it when _________.

2. I know it's time to _________ when _________.

3. Others come to me when they need _________.

4. We should never take _________ for granted.

I again challenged myself to in some way relate all of my answer to my furbabies, and my answers are below in bold.

1. I love it when a cat climbs into my lap for cuddles.
(I don't have a lot of lap cats at my house. As in, I don't have any cats at my house who regularly sit in laps. When a kitty does decide to crawl up in my lap to cuddle, I'm always game.)

2. I know it's time to crank the a/c when Toby or Astrid sprawls out in front of a floor vent.
(Toby is the fuzziest furbaby in the house, and he gets warm relatively easily. Pup Astrid also gets warm easily, especially after walks. If either of them seeks out an air register, which sometimes they'll even do if it's not yet running, I'll make sure the a/c runs for them so that they can enjoy a cool breeze. We don't want the furbabies to melt! I generally keep the a/c set to 72°F or 73°F, and if it gets adjusted from that setting it's likely because a furbaby requested it.)

3. Others come to me when they need their kitty's nails trimmed.
(I'm the designated trimmer of cat nails in my family. This is in large part because I used to work at a cat clinic where nail trimming was one of my primary tasks. I don't mind. I always cuddle the kitties when I'm done trimming their nails, and since there are 18 cats between myself, my sister, and my parents, I regularly get tons of kitty cuddles in return for tons of nail trims. Not that all of the kitties are willing participants of the nail trims, though, or of the cuddles.)

4. We should never take time for granted.
(Time is a precious thing. I especially always try to remind myself of this when it comes to my furbabies. Unfortunately, our kitties, pups, and other furry friends aren't on this earth as long as most humans. Sometimes my furbabies want something at a time that might not seem ideal to me, but then I always try to remember that I don't have forever with them, and I want them to know how much they mean to me for as long as possible. That's why I sometimes find myself agreeing to play fetch while also trying to eat lunch, or being held hostage on the couch when I'm hungry or should actually be cleaning the house, or halting an arts and craft session so that a kitty can play with a marker or two. Make every minute count!)

Now it's your turn!
To add your link to the Friendly Fill-Ins Linky list, just click HERE!
You can also click on the badge below to add your link.

You are also welcome to complete the fill-ins in the comments below,
or in the comments on Ellen's blog, 15andmeowing.


It's not even the official day of bloopers, but that's what Eddy has to share with you all today. Then again, is that really all that surprising? This is Eddy we're talking about, after all.

I have a problem saying no to my cats, Eddy of course included. Ever since it was discovered that there's one type of treat Eddy will actually eat and that she actually loves, I've been failing at telling her no when she asks for them every half a second. The fact that I need to keep an eye on her weight aside, I often try to use Eddy's favorite treats to distract her for photo shoots. That's usually a great big fail.

Eddy hopes you all have a treat-filled Friday!

Doodle of the Day: Flashback Friday

In honor of Thimble's dental yesterday, today's flashback doodle is one from May of 2017, in which I drew Thimble as a nurse.

Truth be told, I still remember regretting that syringe I drew the second I finished this doodle a couple years ago. It wasn't even the needle that caused my regret, but the color of the substance in the syringe. I drew the contents of the syringe as pink because rabies and other various vaccines are pink in color. I immediately realized, though, that the drug used for euthanasia is also often pink, and so I immediately wished I had chosen a different color. Let's just pretend it's the rabies vaccine Nurse Thimble is sporting, though.

Did you know?
Did you know that cats bite their nails like some humans do? Cats have a good reason and purpose for their nail-biting, though. Cats will chew at their toes not only for basic grooming, but also to help remove the old, dry outer sheath of the claw. Beneath that old and dry sheath is a sharp and fresh nail. In addition to a cat chewing its nails, the basic act of scratching on a post or other surface is another way they help remove old nail sheaths in order to expose the fresh claws beneath. This shedding of the outer sheath of a nail is a perfectly normal thing in cats, and it's why you'll sometimes find dried husks of cat claws around the house.

Thursday, August 15, 2019

Thoroughly Poetic Thankful Thimble Thursday

Happy Thursday, friends! We're going to flip-flop the usual order of our Thursday post happenings and start with Thimble and her Thankfuls today.

Perhaps I'm actually more thankful than Thimble today, because while Thimble could do without the carrier and car ride and the all around vet visit thing, I'm grateful for the veterinary care my furbabies receive. I am so glad we found such a compassionate and knowledgeable veterinary clinic in the area. Thimble went in for her annual exam yesterday, so she's a tired girl. She'll be even more tired after today, though.

During Thimble's exam yesterday, the veterinarian discovered that this little tabby girl of mine has been hiding a painful resorptive lesion on one of her teeth. Indeed, Thimble needs a dental. The vet actually informed me that she can fit Thimble in today for a dental, especially since Thimble reacts quite painfully when the affected tooth is touched. I feel terrible that I haven't noticed any signs. Thimble has been eating and acting like her normal self, so I was shocked and saddened to see her react with such pain to having her teeth touched by the veterinarian.

So, my girl Thimble is undergoing a dental today. The affected tooth will be removed, and x-rays will be done to ensure it's all taken care of and to see if any other teeth are hiding any problems. Thimble will also be having her teeth cleaned.

If you could spare some purrs and prayers, Thimble and this momma of hers would greatly appreciate it! Dentals are not an uncommon surgery, but this here momma is a nervous wreck anyway. We're thankful for the friendship and support we receive in this amazing community!

And now we'll move on to our rhyming for Angel Sammy's Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge.

Just as is the case every week, our poetic host shared a photo prompt to guide us. This week's prompt is this packed one here:

The poem I scribbled up does relate to that there image, but more so in my head than in reality. You see, the image above reminded me of Where's Waldo? Does anyone know or remember the Where's Waldo? books? I believe it started out as Where's Wally? over in the UK, and was created by illustrator Martin Handford. When it came to the US, it would seem it became Where's Waldo?

Anyway, as a kid, I had tons of Where's Waldo? books. These books were filled with pages of illustrations that contained tons of characters and settings that were fun and colorful and crowded, and in those illustrations you had to find Waldo. He was a fellow who wore a shirt and hat with red and white stripes. I would sit down for hours and find Waldo in every single illustration of every single Where's Waldo? book I had.

Am I rambling or what? Long story short, my poem was inspired by the Where's Waldo? books. Of course, though, I added a cat or two to my inspired poem.

Where's Waldo?

Marty was a young boy who loved cats,
And there's most certainly nothing wrong with that.
Marty was also a young boy who lived with his parents,
And they had 12 cats ranging from Ziggy to Karen.

Marty had great fondness for his parents' dozen felines,
But one slight problem arose when his own kitty he did find.
He was walking home from school one day,
When he stumbled upon a cute little stray.

Marty took the lonely little cat right on home,
And of course his cat-loving parents told him he could keep it as his own.
Marty named his kitty none other than Waldo,
Who immediately became best friends with veteran cat Balto.

The one slight problem in the house was telling one cat from another.
Some of the household cats were nearly identical sisters and brothers.
Marty came to realize that the family's felines had very little diversity.
Even Waldo's likeness to the others was really quite scary.

Marty had grown used to walking into a room and asking, "Where's Waldo?"
In response, Waldo oft did not bother to make his identity or location known.
Waldo would simply blend in with the other cats in the house.
With them, he would identically chow down or run or play cat-and-mouse.

The problem of telling one cat from another became a real struggle one day,
When Waldo was due to be seen by good ol' Dr. Hathaway.
Marty walked around the house calling out, "Waldo! Where's Waldo?"
But Waldo did not reveal himself, absolutely not, nope, no.

Marty went from cat to cat to cat.
They all wiggled and weaved and went this way and that.
Was that Waldo over there?
Was that his or Molly's or Baxter's grey hair?
Waldo most certainly used his likeness to the other cats to his advantage.
When Marty finally had a cat in the cage, he wasn't positive it was him.

Marty made his way to Dr. Hathaway's office with whom he hoped was Waldo.
The truth of the matter is that Waldo it was not, though.
When they opened the cage, out pranced a cat of grey.
But rather than Waldo, they discovered it was actually Fey.

When Marty returned home that day with Fey instead of Waldo,
He decided he needed to think and let his ideas flow.
How could he keep Waldo from blending into the clowder?
Surely finding his cat among the others was not out of Marty's power.

Then, just like that, Marty had an idea,
One that he hoped wasn't totally out of reason.
Marty suddenly thought of how his grandma loved to knit.
She gave him all sorts of bright and lively clothes for his birthday and Christmas.
The truth was that Marty had outgrown much of what his grandmother had made.
But Waldo had not, no way.

Marty ran to his room and grabbed a sweater of red and white stripes,
And even a red and white hat he did swipe.
Then Marty grabbed Waldo's favorite treats and toys,
And he walked around the house shouting, "Where's Waldo? Where's my boy?"
When he was finally, after quite some time, certain Waldo was the cat in tow,
Onto the cat the striped clothes Marty did throw.

Thereafter, Waldo could no longer hide in plain sight.
He could easily be seen, both day and night.
Marty now rarely had to ask, "Where's Waldo?"
There really was no doubt to Waldo's identity and location, no.
He was the cat all snuggled up in a knitted red and white sweater.
After that, finding Waldo was a game that went much, much better.


And now, of course, we have for you the fill-in statements for tomorrow's Friendly Fill-Ins challenge. Ellen of 15andmeowing came up with the first two, and I came up with the second two.

1. I love it when _________.

2. I know it's time to _________ when _________.

3. Others come to me when they need _________.

4. We should never take _________ for granted.

We'll see you tomorrow, friends!

Did you know?
Did you know that tooth resorption is one of the most common dental issues in cats, but that the cause of it is still unknown? To put it simply, tooth resorption is essentially erosion of a tooth, typically starting on the outer layer of the tooth and ultimately progressing inward. A resorptive lesion can be very painful, especially as it begins to cause exposure to the more sensitive areas of the tooth. All of the above being said, though studies have been performed, the cause of relatively common tooth resorption in cats has yet to be discovered. Thus far, studies have not been able to link it to diet, vaccines, or any other factors. What has been found, though, is that roughly 50% of cats over the age of 3 will have at least one tooth affected by resorption in their lifetime.

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Woof Woof Wednesday

A puppy pouting in the window with her big ol' snout seems to be our Wednesday norm.

Astrid and all of us here are wishing you a Wednesday filled with sunshine, window whiffies, and cute snouts!

Doodle of the Day

We have yet another spooky summer scene for you today. I'm just biding my time until I can scribble up pure autumn and Halloween doodles. Can I make it at least to September before my doodles are even more obviously Halloween-themed? That is yet to be determined.

Did you know?
Did you know that the wet nature of a dog or cat's nose can aid their sense of smell? One of the primary reasons pups and kitties have wet noses is simply because their noses secrete mucus in order to pick up more scents. There are also other reasons a dog or cat's nose might be wet. One reason is the simple fact that dogs and cats can and do lick their noses on a regular basis, such as to clean it of food or other debris. A wet nose also helps a dog or cat stay cool.

The above being said, how wet a dog or cat's nose is cannot necessarily determine whether or not they are sick, as some myths indicate. The truth is that the weather, environmental conditions, and even time of day can affect the wetness of a dog or cat's nose. Some dogs and cats might also simply have a nose that is more wet or more dry by nature. If you do have any concerns about how wet or dry your furbaby's nose is, though, do consult a veterinarian.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

A Very Tonks Toesies Tuesday

Tonks was jealous that Evan got to show off his toesies yesterday. Perhaps that's why she made the executive decision to show off her own toesies today. That means today is a Tonks sort of Toesies Tuesday.

Tonks got a bit shy and decided not to show off her toe beans. She said those are for another day.

Wishing you all a terrific Tuesday filled with cute toesies!

Doodle of the Day:

Today's doodle in my spooky summer series was inspired by an image I saw online. Long story short, I saw someone post an image of a watermelon they carved like a jack-o'-lantern. I wish I remember where and by whom I saw this image shared online, but I got so excited by the concept that I failed to make note of this.

Did you know?
Did you know that the paw pads of cats, and even dogs, are largely comprised of fat tissue? This fatty nature of the paw pads allows them to serve as great shock absorbers, which of course makes it easier and safer for our feline friends to land jumps from great heights. In addition to this, the thick, fatty nature of the paw pads allows our kitties to walk in silence, which is crucial for cats in the wild who need to sneak up on prey. Our cats fatty paw pads are not only adorable, but also incredibly functional.

Monday, August 12, 2019

Mancat Monday

It may not be Toesies Tuesday, but my mancat wanted to show off his toesies anyway.

Those are indeed the toesies of one of my boy Evan's paralyzed back legs. I love these toesies.

On another note, I apologize if the lighting is off in some of my photos these days. For some photos, I still use my usual camera. For other photos, I'm trying to learn the ropes of the camera on my new phone (the new phone I had to get because I yet again dropped and broke my other phone). I haven't yet managed to find 99% of the phone's camera settings, so the images I take on it are with whatever settings the camera is choosing without my consent. I feel like the above photo, for example, is perhaps too blue in lighting. Maybe one day I'll figure it out.

Happy Monday to all!

Doodle of the Day

Today's doodle is another wacky summer image with a side of weird wishful Halloween thinking. The only autumnal hints in this one, though, are in the "Hawaiian" shirt that the doodled up Toby is wearing.

Did you know?
Did you know that a cat's paw pads contain large concentrations of nerve receptors? These receptors allow the paw pads to sense various textures, pressure, and pain. These nerve receptors are also why some cats don't like their paws to be touched. Different cats have different tolerances to their paws being touched. If your kitty doesn't like holding hands, though, it's probably because of those sensitive paw pads, and it's kindest to respect that.

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Stealthy Sunday Selfie

Our selfie star for today is a certain calico. This selfie was snapped when said calico was yet again spying on Eddy in the other room. Eddy is not a fan of Tonks, so Tonks employs stealth to catch glimpses of her.

Tonks hopes you all enjoy her stealthy selfie! Of course, she's entering it into the Sunday Selfies Blog Hop, hosted by the Kitties Blue over at The Cat on My Head.

Happy Sunday, friends!

Doodle of the Day: Flashback Sunday

I technically have a brand new doodle to share today, but my computer decided to force an update that uninstalled my scanner. Every time this happens, I have to reinstall my scanner. I never fail to struggle big time to achieve this reinstallation, though, and I ultimately always have to recruit my sister's help. I'll be getting her to help me reinstall my scanner today so that new doodles can again be shared.

Anyway, today's unintended flashback doodle is from last summer. I scribbled it up last June, after Tonks and Winky joined the family and Eddy decided they were not to be trusted. Because nothing is more inspiring than your felines' feuds.

Did you know?
Did you know that cats can hear dolphins? Unlike humans, cats can hear ultrasonic sounds. Many rodents emit ultrasonic sounds, and so it is important for predatory cats to hear this in order to hunt them. Rodents are not the only animals who emit ultrasonic sound, though. Dolphins, whales, and bats are just a couple other examples of animals who emit ultrasonic sound. In theory, cats could hear these animals in addition to rodents, due to the feline ability to hear ultrasonic sound.

Saturday, August 10, 2019

Caturday Art

Today, we have for you another spooky summer scene. What else would it be these days?

We're of course sharing this silly, spooky, summery scene for Athena's Caturday Art Blog Hop.  Visit Athena to see the masterpieces our friends have created!

Happy Caturday, friends!

Did you know?
Did you know that a neutered male cat is sometimes called a gib? As for a spayed female cat, she is sometimes known as a molly. When it comes to unneutered cats, you all very likely know that a male is a tom and a female is a queen. There are a variety of terms that refer to animals based on their species and gender, and some of them might surprise you.

Friday, August 9, 2019

Friendly Fill-Ins

Hello and happy Friday! I don't know about you, but I'm ready to fill in some fill-ins. That's perfect, since today is the Friendly Fill-Ins challenge. In case you missed them yesterday, I'll share the fill-in statements again here. Ellen of 15andmeowing came up with the first two, and I came up with the second two.

1. When I can't _________, I get _________.

2. Bring back _________.

3. I'm embarrassed to say _________.

4. I feel like _________ gives my life meaning.

My are answers are in bold below.

1. When I can't be with my furbabies, I get anxious.
(This is one of the primary reasons I don't enjoy traveling or going on vacation. When I'm away from my kitties and pup, I miss them and worry about them. I do work full-time outside of my home, but if I'm being honest, I'm comforted by the fact that my mom lives just down the street and is home most days. I also go home for lunch and don't work the longest hours. I still don't like being away from home for a day trip or weekend, though, or even for an evening. I enjoy spending my free time with my furbabies.)

2. Bring back paté Alpo Chop House canned dog food.
(This was picky pup Astrid's favorite food, and it was discontinued a few months back. We've found some new canned food that she usually deems acceptable, but nothing that she eats as consistently as she ate her favorite Alpo canned food. Now that I think of it, Purina also just discontinued the picky kitties' favorite flavor of their food. You're killing me, pet food companies.)

3. I'm embarrassed to say that Eddy is overdue for her annual exam.
(While all the other furbabies in the house are up-to-date, Eddy is not. The basic reason for this is that Eddy goes a bit feral when asked to go in a carrier, and getting her to the vet results in crippling anxiety and stress for both her and myself. I can't allow myself to make excuses, though, and I am most certainly working on getting Eddy to the vet for her exam. If you'd like to know more about Eddy's anti-carrier and anti-vet stance, you'll find that in a long ramble below.) 

4. I feel like my furbabies give my life meaning.
(Essentially everything I do revolves around my furbabies, and I'm more than fine with that. Rescuing and caring for my kitties and pups feels like what I was meant to do in life.)

Now it's your turn!
To add your link to the Friendly Fill-Ins Linky list, just click HERE!
You can also click on the badge below to add your link.

You are also welcome to complete the fill-ins in the comments below,
or in the comments on Ellen's blog, 15andmeowing.


Like I said in my fill-in #3 above, this girl is overdue for her annual exam. It makes me feel like such a bad cat mom to admit that. Eddy is young and in good health, but even when healthy, I always take my furbabies in for their annual exams. Eddy is the only of my furbabies who has strayed from her usual annual exam schedule, and that's primarily because she puts up a rather violent and frantic fight.

Eddy is my exceedingly skittish, fearful, high-strung little lady. She came to me semi-feral and with an extreme fear of carriers. In general, she's now a downright sweetheart and no longer acts even remotely feral when interacting with me. That is, until I try to put her in a carrier. As for that fear of carriers, that's gotten worse every time Eddy's been put in one. To be honest, I feel like her head tilt and facial nerve paralysis might have been caused by a mishap in the trap with which she was captured before I adopted her. That's the only way I can think to explain the intense fear of carriers she's had since kittenhood, in addition to the neurological symptoms she began displaying shortly after she was trapped.

I've tried different types of carriers for my Eddy, but she's deemed all of them some form of hell on earth. Keeping the carriers out and accessible in the house has also proven to be an unsuccessful tactic with Eddy, and she won't touch them with a ten foot pole, not even with treats and toys and other goodies placed inside them. I have yet to find a carrier or location for a carrier that will prompt her to enter it without literal brute force. Home vet visits are also not successful with this girl, because Eddy hides from and/or violently panics whenever anyone but myself is around her at home. The vet has also expressed concern that sedatives will not work for Eddy, because she panics so intensely that it's possible she would break right through the sedation. I don't totally disagree with that, because I've seen it happen. I might push for this option in the future, though, if that ends up the only uncharted waters.

Putting Eddy in a carrier has become a traumatic event that requires towels, scruffing, bloodshed (don't worry, the only blood that's ever been shed is mine), and lots of screaming and wailing (this is usually on Eddy's part, though the whole ordeal always makes me want to cry). Even with all of that, Eddy often still isn't in the carrier at the end of the battle. I've even tried carriers with huge openings, in hopes she'll slide right in. But, Eddy turns into Stretch Armstrong on steroids and can apparently fight her way out of any carrier of any size.

When I finally (after more attempts than I can even count) managed to get Eddy in a carrier for her last annual exam, even though I had used towels to wrap and dunk her, I arrived at the clinic with bandages and blood all over my arms. It was only my blood, thankfully. I used to work at a cat clinic where I put my fair share of fractious cats in carriers, but I have to admit that it's so much different when the cat is your baby, and when they're in the safety of their own home with their favorite human. It breaks my heart to fight my girl Eddy like that.

All of that rambling above being said, can you believe that once Eddy does actually get to the vet, she just freezes? She doesn't put up a fight there. At least, she hasn't yet. So far, the primary battle has always been figuring out how to get her in a carrier and to the vet without one or both of us losing our minds, or our supply of blood.

At this point, I'm shopping around for a carrier that doesn't look like any of the other carriers I've ever tried for her, in hopes I can convince Eddy it's instead some sort of toy or fun kitty cave. I think I have found something that might work. Maybe. Perhaps. Once it arrives, I even plan on slightly rearranging my bedroom in order to make the carrier meld into the part of the room where Eddy most enjoys both playing and napping. I hope to leave it there long enough for Eddy to not only get acquainted with it, but hopefully for her to even consider it one of her napping spots, play areas, or treat-eating locations.

I've been feeling very ashamed, embarrassed, and guilty about Eddy's overdue veterinary care. I take all of my furbabies to the vet at least annually. Astrid and Tonks have both gone in the past month, Thimble's going this upcoming week, and Evan isn't due for another couple of months. Eddy is the only one who's ever been overdue, but just that alone makes me feel like the worst cat mom ever. I also feel like the worst cat mom ever when I have to wrangle Eddy in a towel, scruff her, and try to shove her in a carrier, often unsuccessfully.

Wow. How long did I just ramble? I do that when I'm anxious. My apologies.

Thank you for letting me get that off my chest. I've been feeling like a terrible cat mom, even though I am trying to find a less traumatic way to get Eddy to the vet before she gets insanely overdue for an exam. I do feel slightly better, though, now that I've shared this all with fellow cat-loving friends. Wish me luck with the upcoming attempts I'll be trying with this girl!

Happy Friday to all!

Doodle of the Day: Flashback Friday

Today's flashback doodle is from almost exactly a year ago. It seemed like an apt enough doodle to share today, even though it stars Eddy's archenemies, Tonks and Winky. This doodle was scribbled up for the kittens when they were preparing for their spays.

Did you know?
Did you know you can get a free pet rescue window decal from the ASPCA? If you sign up to receive information and alerts from the ASPCA, they will send you a free pet rescue window decal, as well as a magnet with contact and other info on their poison control center. The pet rescue window decal can be filled out with the species and number of animals in your house and then placed on a glass door or window. This can help rescue personnel search for your furbabies should an emergency occur at your house, especially if you are not home to alert firemen or other workers of the furbabies in your house. If you're interested in signing up for ASPCA alerts and receiving a pet rescue window decal and poison control magnet, just click here.

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Thoroughly Poetic Thankful Thimble Thursday

Is anyone else ready to rhyme today? We're ready to rhyme, and thanks to Angel Sammy's Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge, it's the perfect day to do so.

Each week, our poetic host shares a photo prompt to guide us. This week's prompt is this historically intriguing one here:

So many things went through my head when I saw that image. I don't even know how to explain how all those things running through my brain matter resulted in the poem below, though. I'll just let you all read it and judge me as harshly as you'd like.

The  Witch

On the edge of town there stood a tower.
The sight of it made the townsfolk frown and glower.
After all, a wicked witch lived behind its stone walls,
Her heart surely as cold and decayed as her tower so tall.

Everyone in town knew to avoid the tower like the plague.
No one would be caught dead there, night or day.
That's why the children of the town found themselves in a pickle,
When their kite landed atop the witch's tower after flying quite fickle.

"Well, that kite's a goner," little Jimmy did say.
Young Ingrid shook her head and replied, "No way!
That kite was a gift from grandpa.
I'm not going anywhere without it back in my claws."

There was squabbling between Jimmy and Ingrid and their friends Mo and Flo.
Ingrid insisted she would not abandon her kite, no, no, no!
Jimmy threw his hands up in the air and huffed.
He said, "Go get your kite, Ingrid, if you're so tough."

"No one can even prove the witch in the tower is wicked."
Those words from Ingrid's mouth left her friends stricken.
"Of course she's wicked," Flo said in a whisper.
Mo added, "The evidence could not be any crisper."

"Mo and Flo are right, you know," was Jimmy's reply.
"The witch is wicked, and that's no lie.
Do you not see the tower's ghosts and demon eyes?
If the witch feasted on children, I wouldn't be surprised."

Ingrid sighed and made a firm shake of her head.
"I'm getting my kite," was all she then said.
Her friends watched after her as she approached the tower.
She could see her kite's tail waving above in the wind's power.

Ingrid tiptoed toward the tower and devised a plan.
She would climb the tree that next to the tower did stand.
As soon as she reached that very tree, though,
She wondered if Jimmy was right about those demons and ghosts.

Night was approaching and the tower's windows suddenly glowed,
And in that golden light forms began to move to and fro.
Then Ingrid saw those flickering eyes.
They watched from the windows, and then from the ground nearby.

Ingrid stood frozen, one hand on the tree.
Should she climb, or should she run and scream?
Before Ingrid could make up her mind,
There came a sight that nearly struck her blind.

With a poof and a flash, a wild-haired old lady stood right there.
It was like she appeared out of nothing but thin air.
"Ingrid, run, it's the witch!" her friends did shout.
They were shrieking and running here, there, and all about.

"What are you doing with my tree?" the witch asked.
Her grey hair went all the way to the ground and hid her face like a mask.
Ingrid was almost surprised she didn't wear a pointy hat on her head,
But at present the girl was also more worried she would end up dead.

The witch repeated the question she had said already.
"What are you doing with my tree?"
Ingrid gulped and opened her mouth.
"My kite," was all that finally came out.

The girl pointed to the top of the witch's tower.
The kite's tail could be seen even in the light of that late hour.
"Oh," the witch said with a nod, "I see."
Then she did something Ingrid could hardly believe.

With the snap of the witch's crooked fingers,
Atop the tower the kite no longer did linger.
Rather, it quickly floated right up into the air,
Until it landed in the hands of the witch with the long hair.

The old woman handed the kite to wide-eyed Ingrid,
And then she even smiled a smile quite kindred.
"Are you going to cast a spell on me now?" Ingrid blurted out.
The witch tilted her head and said, "What on earth are you going on about?
I was actually going to offer you a piece of chocolate cake.
I have plenty, since I quite enjoy taking the time to bake."

With the same poof and flash as before,
The witch was gone and then returned once more.
In her hands she now held a plate with a piece of cake.
The witch handed it to Ingrid as she pushed her long hair out of her face.

Again, Ingrid could not help but blurt out a perhaps rude question.
"Do you have ghosts and demons?" was the suggestion.
The witch laughed and laughed and finally said,
"What on earth would I do with demons and the dead?"
Ingrid shrugged and shook her head.
She pointed to the eyes that glowed nearby,
And to the glowing windows through which figures moved inside.

"Oh, goodness me," the witch laughed,
"You're just seeing my pumpkins and my cats."
As if a light suddenly and magically illuminated them,
Ingrid saw that the glowing eyes belonged to carved pumpkins with stems.
And when she looked to the forms in the tower's windows,
She could now clearly see the forms of cats prancing to and fro.

In case Ingrid had not made the proper revelations,
The witch snapped her fingers and made the facts plain as day.
In her arms, she suddenly held a black cat and a carved pumpkin.
"The pumpkin is Jack," the witch said, "and the cat is Duncan."

Ingrid eyed the cat and the pumpkin, intrigued.
Eyeing the pumpkin, she said, "It's not even Halloween."
"No," the witch replied, "it is not indeed.
But, I like to celebrate all the days in between."

As Duncan the cat moved to perch on the witch's shoulder,
The old woman reached for Ingrid's hand with one much older.
Ingrid at first feared the witch was going to drag her away.
She feared she'd be locked in the tower to never again see the light of day.

What happened instead was that the witch shook the girl's hand.
"You should probably get home," the witch said from where she did stand.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, though, my dear.
I don't get many visitors around here."

Ingrid glanced at the tower before thanking the witch for her kite and the cake.
When the witch smiled, Ingrid thought she at least owed the woman her name.
"I'm Ingrid," the girl said, still more than a tad bit puzzled.
The witch tucked her long hair behind her ear and said, "I'm Rapunzel."

Yes, I did indeed throw a bit of Halloween into the mix. I have a problem. Admitting is the first step.


Now, of course, it's time for Thimble and her Thankfuls. Truth be told, today Thimble is thankful for one of the things she's been thankful for again and again lately. Her gratitude might seem like a broken record, but these things make her happy, so she hopes you don't mind.

Indeed, Thimble is again thankful for that beautiful sunshine, and for the sun puddles it provides, and for one of her favorite doors that allows the sun into the house. Both she and I are also quite happy with Thimble's adorably good looks. We're not biased, of course.

As always, we're also of course thankful for all of you and your friendship. Thank you for visiting us and putting up with us!


This post wouldn't be complete without the fill-in statements for tomorrow's Friendly Fill-Ins challenge. Ellen of 15andmeowing came up with the first two, and I came up with the second two.

1. When I can't _________, I get _________.

2. Bring back _________.

3. I'm embarrassed to say _________.

4. I feel like _________ gives my life meaning.

We'll see you tomorrow!

Did you know?
Did you know that snacking on pumpkin can help dogs and cats lose weight, have regular bowel movements, and reduce the number of hairballs vomited? These results of eating pumpkin are all primarily due to its high fiber content. Eating foods high in fiber can help a dog or cat, or even human, feel full, thereby helping them snack less and lose weight. The fiber in foods like pumpkin can also help move things more efficiently move through the intestines, resulting in regular bowel movements as well as hairballs making their way through without a hitch.

Of course, always be sure to monitor how much pumpkin you might be feeding your pup or kitty, and also ensure that you're only feeding pumpkin prepared in a safe and healthy manner. Plain pumpkin puree without any additives, therefore not pumpkin pie filling that also includes spices and the like, is the safest type of pumpkin to feed your furbaby. That being said, pumpkin cannot treat or cure all issues related to the intestinal tract, and it may not be safe to regularly consume for all dogs and cats. If you have any concerns about your furbaby's health, always discuss this with your veterinarian.