Sunday, June 17, 2018

father's day

Happy Father's Day!

Father's day must be Oliver's day! He's the only father (that we are aware of) here. I'm always happy to have another reason to celebrate my Oliver!



Pierre still adores his papa. I've seen them cuddling quite a bit, however, anytime Pierre notices that he's being seen by a human he bolts. So, that means I don't have many good pictures of Pierre.


Pierre has taken to enjoying the hanging basket on the cat tree, 
which was one of Willow's favorite places.


I love seeing Pierre inside. He wanders around the apartment with his tail straight in the air talking to himself loudly, just like he used to do in the yard. 

As you've might have noticed, I've not posted much lately. Over the past few months, I've been battling a significant depression, which has zapped most of my energy. Before we moved I started taking an anti-anxiety/depression medication, because the anxiety related to the move was overwhelming. The med helped for that, but it's not been helping with the recent blahs. I believe it was blocking me from connecting with and thus expressing the emotions under the depression. I think has been part of why I've not been able to get a handle on grieving Willow's death. My heart is now coming more online and it's good to feel once again.

Meanwhile, the miniature size of this apartment along with the appearance of the community cats outside is really cranking up the tension in the Fourwhitepaws cattery. Theo has been very mean to Oliver, constantly swatting at him and picking at him. Oliver sees and hears the community cats and gets all fired up about them and has resumed his spraying. Easy going Nahum even decided to get in on the spraying one day. Seeing the delicate balance of the cattery unravel has been really tough. We've taken some more steps to try to help (which I'll write about soon - I promise!) What we really need is to move into a larger space, so the cats are not always in each other's space.

Oliver goes to the vet on Monday to see if he might be a candidate for medications to ease his angst about the outside free roaming cats.

One thing I'm grateful for today, is that I was actually able to have lunch with my father today. It's been quite a few years since that has happened. Living closer to family was a big reason we moved, so having opportunity to meet up like that felt affirming of our decision, even though many other aspects of life-post move have been very difficult.

I hope you all had a lovely Father's Day and are enjoying your summers.

Friday, May 4, 2018

cuddle monster

Theo - high strung tabby or cuddle monster?!


Theo has been quite the cuddle bug lately. Years ago when I got into bed for the night he would hop up on my chest and have "Theo time" - loves, pets, purrs, and he would drool! (in my mouth if I wasn't careful!) Recently he's resumed his nightly ritual! Cuddle kitties are the best!

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

packing paper playtime

Hmmm.. who's this hidden in the papers?


It's the former outside-kitty LOVING being inside-kitty!!


It's so fun to see Oliver enjoy all the spoils of being inside. He's like a little boy who grew up without candy who's now living in a candy store.

play, play, play...

Friday, April 27, 2018

poor Pierre

Pierre had a little adventure recently.

He had three or four days of horking out the front and diarrhea dripping out of his backside. He made quite the mess and not being able to get near him made it quite the challenge. Things seemed to escalate to him crying out when trying to poop and finding blood in his stool. We started talking about maybe taking him to emergency vet to get checked over to make sure he didn't have some sort of blockage. But, how would he catch him? Every time I've gotten him in the past, it involved trapping him on the back porch.



So, when he crawled into a soft covered cat bed thing, I grabbed the large carrier from the closet. Usually at the sound of a human getting near he would disappear and hide but in this case he was obviously not feeling well because he didn't move. So, I slowly picked up his bed with him in it and placed the entire thing in the carrier and again he didn't move. His lack of putting up a fight concerned me.

The vet had to sedate him to be able to examine him. They did some x-rays and we learned he didn't have a blockage, so that was good, instead he had some sort of GI bug. The vet wanted us to give him oral metronidazole for treatment - how do you pill a semi-feral cat?! That drug is very bitter, so hiding it in food doesn't work the well.


When I got him home, I locked him in the wire crate to have better chance of medicating him and to contain the messy poop situation. We were able to sneak some of the med into some of his food and so he got a few doses of it and it didn't take long for his GI tract to settle. Then his non-stop cries from being locked away from his kitty friends became too much and he regained his freedom. When he got free the first cat he came across was Nahum, so he rubbed all up against him like he does Oliver - Nahum wasn't quite sure what to do, but he allowed it. I hope Pierre and Nahum become friends, they are both very playful and silly and could really enjoy one another.

So far he's still doing good - so paws crossed the bug has passed and peace has returned.

Thursday, April 26, 2018

wonder and splendor

Some are drawn to travel great distances to witness the wonder and splendor of the world.


I'm more content to lie in bed and take in the world of wonder and splendor 
that parks on my chest and purrs, purrs, purrs...


I could gaze upon this beauty for a lifetime and never get bored.