We might as well stick with the cat cartoons for another day or so; this one is from 2004. I saw a short BBC documentary on Netflix the other night, about cats. It was called, “The Lion in Your Living Room.” Some of the things it told me about cats I already knew, and some I did not. At any rate, it was almost an hour-long video of beautiful cats and cute kittens and their weird behavior. The documentary did not say so directly, but it made clear that cats are not big fans of team sports. Speaking of, I have gone this far this year without mentioning college football here. Well, the rivalry season is upon us, and either that means something to you or it does not. As for me, I have my lucky shirt and my lucky cats (two of them!) lined up and ready to go.
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I always seem to have a cat. I now own a ball cap that says Meow but no cat picture, just Meow and cat magic slippers with eyes, nose and whiskers. Cap and shoes black. With a touch of white.
Speaking of black and white cats, went out in yard and Little Ghost was scooting up a cypress tree. A large cypress tree.
Big Ghost, I hope you are enjoying your vacation and come back in a good mood. I noticed you scheduled it conveniently with election week should chaos break out. Are you deep in the woods in a bunker or just a nice B and B?
Ashes has moved back into house, indicative of winter approaching. He’s my long haired blue.
Figured it was time for more cat photos, videos and anecdotes. Antidotes and antidepressants. Keep posting Ludwig Jimmy.
For the last few months, Gully has been feeling poorly, and his weight has dropped. At one point he was down to 5.94 pounds, but he’s come up to 6.2. His energy level has gone down to the point that when he goes out, all he wants to do is find a place to bask, and he’ll lie there until I pick him up and take him in. He doesn’t like being picked up, but he barely protests. Today, I put down a fresh can of food and he just took about four licks of it, so I called the vet. We’ll be seeing him later this morning, and I just hope that we’ll both be coming home.
Me too. I had more than one cat develop fatty liver disease and waste away. We saved a couple with squirting a slush of pure meat baby food down constantly, meaning every hour or so I think with big hyper dermis sringe.
One we put with feeding tube in his side and we kept him alive awhile but one made it to 18. The one that made to 18 seemed a goner but I just kept feeding and water.
Will pray for the two of you Sideburns. Love.
I saw that same documentary last night. Like you, it was stuff I already knew, but it was fun watching the kitties! 🙂
My cats, one male and one female, came from the same litter. We thought it would be good for them to have a friend. Turns out, when they grow up, female cats want nothing to do with their male litter mates. I suspect it has something to do with the instinct to avoid inbreeding. Next time we’ll make sure both cats are the same sex or are, at the very least, from different litters.
Sideburns, I hope your Gully is going to be okay.
And sometimes they just knock the heck out of the ones they don’t like. I had one that bounced kittens off walls. I kept telling her they’d grow up bigger than her.
Thanks for the laughing stuff, Jimmy 🙂
Alas, I could tell Gully was in a bad way when he didn’t even try to fight when I put him in his carrier. His weight was down to 4.25 pounds, and he didn’t even move around on the scale. As I feared, it was time to say goodbye, and his last minutes were spent wrapped in a blanket on my lap, with both me and the vet petting him.
Sideburns you have my sympathy. For years and years, no matter what, we never had to put a pet down. Now it has been 3 in a row, it is always difficult to do that, they are such good companions and we love them so. May the pain lessen with time, and nothing but good memories remain.
Sideburns, I am sorry to hear of your loss. I have had several that had to go that route and some that went naturally. Whenever possible I have held and petted them during those last minutes. It never gets easier. Goodbye, Gully. I am sure you were a fine companion.
Oh Sideburns, I am so sorry for you. Most of the time I actually love pets more than people. They love you without question or doubts. Much love and sympathy.
Sideburns: You gave Gully a good life and a good death. What more could any of us ask?
Am I the only depressed poorly functioning Villager today?
I missed both my medical appointments and found myself driving down the highway with knots in my stomach and crying from pure depression listening to Mark Knopler and Emy Lou Harris.over. I am not listening to news casts or commentary, I have avoided it to date, just reality hitting.
Wish I had someone to talk to in truth.
Jackie, if you are serious, call the local hospital for references to those skilled in listening and advising. Pronto.
Sideburns, sorry to hear that news. I imagine more of us have seen similar things than have not, so many of us empathize – including me. Worst for me was a cat we had from kittenhood for about 17 years. She was a sweetie but did not survive severe kidney problems. 1-2 months afterwards, our other cat – inherited from my late FIL – went the same route.
Presently, daughter has two of them aged 18, and one keeps alive only by hydration via hypodermic every day or two. They helped her over a severe life-hump, and she feels she is repaying them. The third one already died about a year ago; it had also been a helper.
Jackie, call me- i’m here 🙂 I can listen.
As I’ve told the despondent Democrats and any others who swallowed all the negative things attributed to “the Donald”:
Don’t be so scared. The man is only the President-elect, not a king, dictator, or emperor. If he does anything too scary, all the Democrats and many of the Republicans in Congress are anxious to impeach him.
President Obama was elected with Democratic majorities in both houses; we survived his forays into leftist schemes. We will survive Trump with Republican majorities in both houses.
Jackie, whatever the cause of your depression, do call someone! You’re only alone if you choose to be. We’re all on your side and will help if you let us.
Sideburns, I’m not a cat person, but I do understand just how well our furry friends can work their way into our hearts. You also have my sympathy.
Guys, I have a psychiatrist physician, and yes, I am serious. One reason I empatize easily, I’ve been in everyone’s shoes before. Just took an antidepressant and got more flowers on clearance, even laughed with the clerk and manager who are friends.
Fight this 24 hours a day seven days a week, just seldom admit it. Takes some kind of trauma usually to set it off, not unlike post traumatic stress syndrome. Guess the unthinkable did it. We survived Reagan and Carater and they were admired.
Thank you, very much everybody. I think I’ve posted a link to a picture of him at 15 pounds, covering most of a couch. Here’s what he was like this morning, waiting for the vet and weighing only 4.25 pounds: http://www.zeff.us/LastGully.jpg
So sorry. .. losing a pet is not just losing an animal, but a friend and companion. My heart aches for you.
Sideburns,
My sympathy. The main reason I have no dogs is that I had to hold the last three, beautiful Labs, which died within five months time a couple of years ago. I’ve been there also.
JJ,
I hope you have your lucky cat and hat for Auburn’s very important game with Georgia Saturday.
But, win or lose,It’s always great to be an Auburn Tiger! War Eagle!
Jackie,
Take care of yourself. We all need you.
God bless us every one. God bless the USA.
Impeachment is easy to say but hard to do. As noted, the man hasn’t taken office yet, so we don’t need to rush to judgement. Besides, there was time enough for that before yesterday.
Personally, I don’t think he will be able to keep the promises he made, but I do expect him to try. Perhaps he’ll surprise me.
Lying on bed with diligent small dog licking foot and three cats hiding from each other. Sinks’ full of dirty dishes and kitchen table full of groceries not put away. Fridge requires cleaning, along with freezer so that can happen.
Heck of a time to go broke! Markets looking bad.
Just as I almost convinced myself to keep the old knee it suddenly went out on me tonight. Having trouble standing and almost went head first into empty tub. Back to plan A, have the surgery.
Good night all. Love you all. By the way, Ghost Kitty is most outrageous of the pack, juvenile delinquent kitty but so adorable and loveable.
Goodnight, Jackie. Get the knee done. You’ll be glad you did. And talk to someone when you need to. Love, NK