Rumpy Bumps Big Trouble

Entry by the Pops
First of all PURR FOR RUMPY!!
Thanks So below is the whole story to now!
Well we are all getting over the excitement of last night. What a night. They let me sleep till 7:30AM and the NEVER HAPPENS. I think they were tired too.
Well the story is that I was in the kitchen. I had finished making a little pizza for dinner and decided to make brownies because the oven was already hot.
I put the water for my nightly camomile tea into my hot pot. I drink maybe, oh, three cups so I fill it half way or more. I got the big bowl down and put all the ingredients in. I like my brownies like cake so use less oil. I whipped it all up and then put foil in the pan. Why clean a pan? Then I put the cooking spray real good on the bottom and started put the batter in the pan. Stuck it in the oven and set the timer. Now is the best part. I get to lick the pan. Hmm. Not much there as I use a rubber spatula to get it all out. So I getting the last bit! Mmmm...
THEN Rumpy jumps up. Between me and the counter. I was right there next to the sink and there is only 12 inches or so?? His big clawed feet grabbed the towel that I put wet dishes on! The towel had the Hot Pot on it. All go sliding towards me! I step back! The hot water splashes out! It maybe got a few drops on my leg as I felt a bit through my flannels. BUT IT HIT RUMPY! He took off. Zoom over by the desk. Yaawwrrr!!! Zoom to the Couch!!! Yaawwrrr! Zoom!! Zoom!! I get a glass of cold water and start calling him real loud! RUMP! RUMPY! Come here! Come-on!! RUMPY!! He goes down the stair and I gimp down. Darn! Times like this being slow is such a pain!!
Anyhow...
I get down the stair. He is all big eyed and scared! I sit down and pull him to me. I can feel the hot. I pour the cold water on him and rub it in. No more heat. He is so scared he runs back up. I go back up. He runs back and forth making noises I have never heard. I am so scared. My heart is beating and my stomach is in a knot. He slows down and sits by the desk and then runs into the bedroom. I go around the couch and realize I am not using my cane but doing my painful walk. Did not even feel it. I follow him in and put him on the bed. I pet his head and he gives a tiny fast purr and then runs out to the desk...
So...
The water did not hit his face. It hit his back and it only went into his fur behind and between his shoulder about a square inch. That was what was hot before I soaked him with cold water and was rubbing it in. I watch him. I call him and he comes over. He purrs for 5 seconds when I rub his head. The anxious purr-meow cats have when the are very scared or hurt. He runs back to the desk. I do not want him to hide so I keep calling him and then call the vet. Of course they are not there 7pm on Saturday night! They give me the Vet hospital that covers emergencies. I go online and check the address. It is about 10 miles away. I am worried if he goes to a vet that he is not used too! Me either! They all love the Rump up at my Vet. Call him "What a Big Handsome Kitten"(He is only 7 months or so). He is so upset. I am so upset. I check "Cat burns" on Google. God Bless Google. Oh there is a scary picture!
Oh My!
"If stage one the cat will be fine. If stage two and under 30% of skin area there is a good chance of recovery. Over 30% and full thickness they do not recover" OK..
I think about a square inch or maybe two? No more than 3%.Being an ER Nurse I realize I was assessing him in my mind from the first touch on the stair. The heat was only deep in a small spot when I Rubbed in the cold water. I go down and commiserate with Sister! I go through it all. She thinks maybe wait a minute and watch him before I go to the Hospital. I think she is right. I am just so upset that my little buddy is hurt, badly! He is such a bad boy. Always into everything. He does things and gets into stuff that I have never seen any cat even look at! He has his nose everywhere! He is such a nudge! When I go upstairs he in not reaching to grab me from under the railing like he always does. Oh Rumpy-Bump!
I get him and sit on the couch. He runs to the other side and hunkers down. He comes when I call him and gives little purrs. Runs back. Back and forth...
I try and keep him on the couch. He does finally settle down in his spot...
He seems better. I am feeling better. Man what a night. We sit and I watch him till he goes on the cat tree and falls asleep. If he is sleeping? I have problems from my leg. Now that the fear has worn off I feel the body. Beat. I let him on the tree. I finally fall asleep.
They do not wake me at 530-600am as they do every single other day. Rump comes in at 7:30AM. RUMPY! He acts like nothing happened. Treats. Breakfast. Prrrttt... Prrrtt... I pet him very slowly down his whole back. He is a little tender in a little spot. Hmmm... Here he is...
PRRRRTTTTT... Prrt... Prrrrrr. Mee-owt! He jumps on the partition wall next to the desk... I then can see he has a little spot between the shoulders. Blister popped. Vet time.
I go down to my foster room to get the top load carrier. Of course Sisters untrained, never listen dog, Sunny, trips me. He gets under foot whenever my Sister is around. Has not a bit of training. My cats are way way more trained. All I need is a look and to call a name and they stop behavior that may not be acceptable. I go down. Hard.
My prosthetic leg is all akimbo. I am #$*&#$@ MAD! SOB! I tell her in plain words. "IF you want to trip and break a hip fine! Not me! Just watch on episode of the Dog-Whisperer. Train them to come and heel! SOB!" Ya Know! My mother used to trip over the darn dog-beds that sit where you walk into her kitchen area. I never even go past there. Have to do a pirouette and stuff to get by. Not my home! Not my pets! But... Argh!
So I get my leg working and have to get all back together. I go up and get Rumpers in the carrier. He is not happy. He is giving little Mee-owts.
Bob up at the vets go us right in when I had called. Dr. K, was there and he is top honcho. Sometimes a bit short but real good. Rumpers is 10.5 pounds. He got a two week antibiotic shot. He got pain meds for a week. Buprenorphine.
He got a dose at the vets and we are now home. He is hurting. This is very tough. I want to fix him. I want him better. He is hurting more today.
Rump is in the bedroom. I guess this is a stay home watch Rumpy day. Thank goodness I took off tomorrow. I could have worked and gotten extra pay or some PTO but! I needed a day. Good thing! So I will let all know what is up as things move forward.
I think the pain will peak today. I have had a few bad burns in my day. Several huge areas of road rash from various motorcycle crashes in my youth. I am going to really pay attention as the support means a lot. Pain comes in waves. This is what Rumpy looks like. He comes over and purrs and rubs his head on my hand. He gives a little meow and reaches to lick his back. Then he runs a few steps. Poor little guy. I have to monitor him and will take him back up as needed.
The other guys know something is up. They are all very quiet. They still did the treat tricks and I know the Rumpers will be alright as he too comes out for a bit of treats. I really miss the little guy! He is always around and playing and getting into it with the others. Now he goes back and is sitting in the bedroom. When I go in he is very loving and comes over right away with a big happy purr. I am going to let him set the pace. I think a full day of this and am hoping he is better tonight.
I will keep all up to speed! I am beat. When I look in Rump is sitting looking out. I will let him be and check every, LOL, minute, no maybe 5, or 15...
Ah life with cats! Thank goodness he was not hit in the face and not more than he was. I am so thankful. But! Me and this young cat will have some conversations when this is all over!!

Well so much for my plan to help the Tom Cat Boyz update their pages
(I crop their photos and help pick the best ones)
Please purr for my little pal!
He is so special and I love him so much!
I am worn out with worry!
I will keep you all posted!
Pops

A Merry Day was had by ALL!

Wow! What a day! We are still resting up from the all day workout. Play! Eat! Play! Eat! Sleep! Play! Eat! MOL! All day long!

This was the BEST day ever! Best of my short LIFE!

This year was a big one for me! I was down in Virginia in a foster crate. Pops went and brought me home and it has been wonderful. I have been working at fitting in really well with my brofurs. Me and Buddy even shared a plate of goodies yesterday! Who would have thought?

I really have to thank all of my wonderful Catster Pals for letting me come and play here! I love you all and wish I could run up and give a head bump to each and every one of you...

If you want you can see the pictures on Tim's Facebook page! That Tim!

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=45556&id=10000 0567238181&l=15640ac1eb

Bonks and Purrs!
Have a Safe and Healthy New Year!
Rumpy-Bump

Oh Cat

Well good furiends! I am in the cat house again!

I mean what is the fuss. I just went and played with stuff that we were going to get to play with anyhow. Geez-O-Cat!

And!
I am no longer have the upper hand in play!
What is that about?

Tim has been playing with me and we wrestle about. I used to have fun chasing Buddy and Toby. Now they hit me full speed out of the corners! I have to admit I am not always the top-cat now. Meow!

Tim says this is the normal progression. The guys have figured out how to get to me. Hmmm!

Very confusing being a teenager fur-shur!

Do this. Do not do that.
Then a whack in the head!

Oh look! A mousie! Bye!

Merry Christmas from the Rumper and his Brofurs!

Getting a Schooling

Well I guess I am the top cat around here!
How do I know?
Cause Pops spends lots of time teaching me special things!
I just wish he would speed up the classes cause they are getting boring.
I mean, come-on Pops I know my name fer cats-sake.
He goes: "Rump... Rumpy... RUMPY!!!"
or maybe:"Hey Rump... YO Rump! HEY RUMPY!"
Oh gee!
I get it!
Its a song!
Dum-dee-dum, Hey Rump, Hey Rumpy, la-la, Yo Rumpy!
Wow! My own song!
No wonder the boys are jealous!
Friends have a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah or maybe just avoid Samsara!

Your pal Rumpy-Bump

I am a Happy Cat Giving Thanks!

I am young so I am not sure about why my brothers are so solomn when talking about having feelings of thanks.

I mean really!

Just yesterday Pops got me and gave me a *Rumpy shudders* Bath!
Goodness! I mean why should I be thankful for a bath?

*Tim yells over "Cause you needed it stinky-bump!"*

Oh... Uhh... Yeah...

Tim: "And he struggled to do it while you wiggled and wormed and tried your best to escape"

Well... No Claws were used!

Tim:"Thank the stars for small favors! I would have bitten you myself if you clawed Pops" *Tim stalks off*

Well... I did have a *Whispers* dirty Bump.

I don't know how it happens. I have been really good and have learned how to use the pan real well. Sometimes, oh I do not know how it happens? I do know I like being clean. Pops is looking out for me, I suppose.

*Toby steps up:"Yes he is looking out for you more than you know!"*

Huh???

*Buddy jumps in:"Didja know dat he waz onda puter workin and workin to find a wayz to getcha home to here? Member where youz was livin at? You... You... Young Bump You!"*

*Rumpy is surprised and would blush if he could*

Gee Buddy! You even say so. Wow. Now that I think about it. Lets see. I was in a crate for a long time. I only came out now and then and... OH... OH MY... I remember now!

Not good!

I could not run or climb cause I grew up in a crate! That is why it took some time for me to learn about litter and a pan, and, and, I did not even have room to, to, anything.

Why I could not even wipe my bump!

Now look at all the room I have! Lounging! Smiling! Resting! Playing!
I have toys and treats!

You know guys it IS easy to forget! Maybe I was trying to forget a little too hard! But, things were difficult. Now it is so, well, easy!

I can just be a cat. *Buddy says "Humph"*
OK Buddy, KITTEN, I can be a kitten!

Maybe thats why I like to give a little grooming lick to Pops when I am laying next to him? Yeah Life is good! Life is... To give Thanks for! I am a lucky kitty! Now I see!

Even when I am getting a bath of my Bump!

*The Brofurs all nod and then give him a nudge*

Oh yes! Thanks for being a friend here on Catster!

Rumpy-(clean)Bump

Wowzers NANNERS N More!

Whoooeee!!
The other day I came running in making my "Mrrrooowwwrrr!" noise cause I am playing "wonder cat can do anything" my favorite, and, and...
Well I just about do not know what to say!
There was a WHOLE BOX of really grrreat catnip toys!

Tim told me they are for something him and Pops are cooking up to help the Ferals and Fosters over the cold time, but, and here is the BEST-Part, I can HAVE-ONE!

So it was tough... I got one out... It looked real fat and full of nip... Then the one next to it looked EVEN-FATTER!!! So I grabbed that one too. Then, over in the corner I saw it! The biggest, fattest, nippiest Nanner in the WORLD!

So I am looking and dragging trying to get it out so Pops came over and helped me.(He did not want me toothin everything.) And then! There it was!

Big! Fat! Nippy! Nanner!

Mine! All Mine! The biggest, Nippiest, Bestest, Na...

Then Pops said: "Now remember to share!"

Huh? What? Share?

Then Buddy: "Yuh Dood! I share Da Ceegar! Whut-chu thinkin!"

Uh... I did not realize that... Hey! How come you got to pick first?

And Buddy: "Ah nebber tells... Youz was off runnin and playing supa-catz, Yessir"

So I have to share my Nanner! Mmmmrrr! Mrrrrr! My Nanner! Mine!

So that is my Nanner story and I am sharing with my brofurs...

Rumpy-Bump AKA Bob

Death By Bath or...

Happy Halloween!
Great Party at KCK last night!
Those hosts can herd some cats! MOL

So friends I was checking one of my furiends, Tigger, a hard thing to do with the changes, and, anyhow, we was talking bout dat awful thing: Getting Wet or Getting a Bath!
Yeah It is Scary stuff.
But like a lot of things in life the anticipation is worse than the
event.
Here is the Story:

When I first came I was a little tiny kitty and...

**Buddy Yells: “No! Youz was a Teen Jus Like NOW!”**

OK OK Buddy
I was a 'bit' younger.
Now my breed, Bob-tails, sometimes have a little, hmm, well control issues at the back end.
Due to our physical construction some of use do not develop our nerves in our spine all the way to where they should go. That was NOT MY ISSUE! Thank Goodness.
I just was not used to using a regular pan. I was brought up in a crate.
So... I would, well, get some poopers on my nice white fur.
Not much but a little and...

**Buddy Yells: “No! Itz was all ova YOU! YOU bin stinky BIG TIME!”**

OK OK Buddy
So the point is I needed a BATH!
I was so scared! I had heard the tales from back in the day. “Get wet kitty and you will melt” “If they put you in water it is to wash you before they EAT YOU” “Don't even worry. You will instantly die.”
I thought Pops was going to give me a treat. He picked me up. Put me in the metal pond (It was empty) Then he got a snake that spit water and I FROZE!
It was warm so... He put some stuff on me that made little bubbles... He did keep the water off my head so...
I CLOSED MY EYES WAITING FOR THE END!
And...
Nothing...
Pops put me in a big towel and rubbed me all over. He put me on the couch on the soft towel and HE GAVE ME A TREAT!
He said: ”Good Boy Rumpy Bump lets keep that little bump of a rump clean from now on!”
So I got 2 more baths.
Now I am real good about the pan and have learned to keep my bump clean.
So the moral of the Bath Story!

You will not die from a bath! You will get a treat! And a Pet! And a warm Towel!
Pretty good stuff! Go for it!
Rumpy Bump

Check Once Check Twice Check Again!

Hi Furs
My Pops has me on medicine. Clindamycin. When I came he took me to the vet and I was given my checkup. I was just fine.

In the next month Pops told Tim: "He has awful breath!". Well Pops was checking my teeth and gums as that is where cat-stink-breath comes from, most times anyhow.

Check check.My gums were fine. My gums were fine. 2 weeks passed.

Sunday I had Swollen glands. Zoom to the vet. Don't cha know my gums were all red with gingivitis! Pops was like "I checked" and the vet gave him "The look".

Ah well. I take my medicine just fine cause I get a treat when I do! The second day I ATE SO MUCH Pop thought I would bust! MOL! Maybe I was not feeling all that great but it is so hard to tell as I am so energetic.

So the lesson is.

Check! Check! Check again! Then maybe once or twice more!

We are just glad it is not something serious!

Purrs!

Rumpy

Kitties and contention!

Oh My the contention around here!

Pops let the puter on today cause he forgets that he had to see the hooman vet. He fergets a lot. He just better not ferget that I am the New Kitty! I came to be the new fer-ever cat wit Da-Boyz! Not MARS!

*Buddy Butts in*
Buddy: "So'es! Youngin! Youz gittin tire 'O' det kits Mars a-ready?"

No! No, no, no! It is just that they are supposed to be in the foster room!

Buddy:"You'es frum Dat fosters rooms!"

No! No, no, no! All kitties have to get-used-to the smells of the furmaly! I was down there for my medical check too! I was going to come here all the time. And...

Buddy:"Les gets to da bone 'O' da troot! Youz being run-roun like crazy by Phantom and, MOL, Dat Marz-dood. He IN-TIM-A-DATEZ YOUZ!!
He chargin at youz cuz he members how youz be chargin at himz! Oh bout couple-three weekz ago'es he Re-member da BUMP! Pay-em backers is a girl-doggie!"

No! No, no, no it is not that! Its... its... Oh My Cat! He is a tough little dood! He jumps in the air, he grabs the mousies, He can CATCH THE LAZER(I think??). He runs up and BITES! Well not hard! But he nips when he plays. And, worst of all! He chases ME!

Buddy: "Maybe'es NOW youz learnin dat No! Meanz No!"

Ok! Ok, I hear ya Buddy Bud!

Man its tough growing up! I guess I am getting to be:
Mr Rumpy Bump Stumpnots

I am settled in... Kinda...

Well I be one 'O' Da Boyz!

I got my own spot when we get treats so no fur gets ruffled.

I have my spot on the bed!(I no longer try and take Tim's spot. Even if he ain't there but I don't know why?)

My new House-Dooty is to let Pops know to fill the breakfast dish AND the dinner dish. Now Buddy still does the off schedule rush in whenever Pops goes in the bedroom(our food is by the door) to make double sure he knows we need to eat On-Time.

And... Ohhh... Who is... Hey Phantom! Whats up girl? What are you doing up here out of the kitty room!

Phantom: "HSSSSS! GET AWAY MROOOOWWWWWWWRRRRRRR!

But...

Phantom: "HSSSSS! MROOOOWWWWWWWRRRRRRR!"

Don't you want to...

Phantom: "HSSSSS! MROOOOWWWWWWWRRRRRRR!" *Phantom runs up, lays on her side, and whacks Rumpy on the head*

Girls? Who knows what they are thinking?
*They start playing*