Moosh

Dear Moosh,

I still think that you're a little dork and one of these days I swear that I'm gonna slap those tabby stripes right off of you.

And....just wait 'til you find out what neutering is, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Boy are you in for a surprise!

That is all....now run along...


Evil laughs,

THE Jack

Gee Whiz!

Ok...so...we have a new member in our household. Color me unamused.

His name is Moosh.(rhymes with good.) Totally goofy name I know,but that's the only thing that he answers to,he's a couch potato,he flops down where ever he wants,he's great with little kids,and humans can do anything that they want with him...he doesn't care!

Personally,I DON'T LIKE HIM! For one thing,I was becoming good friends with Dutch,but Dutch is like a momma cat with Moosh. That kitten makes the slightest sound and Dutch runs to him and licks him all over and ignores me. Second thing: You can't eat out of the same bowl as Moosh because he either stands IN the dish or he lays in it. (Soooooo NOT cool.) Third: I hiss and growl at him from time to time and he doesn't back down. He punches me in the head! Fourth: He likes to hang out on the keyboard. Hold it right there mister!! The 'puter is MY thing! Fifth: He's ALWAYS doing the cute innocent face. Again...that's MY thing so quit it! I could go on and on about things that I find annoying about Moosh,but we'd be here all day!

Bottom line: Moosh,you're a little dork and this is MY world so get used to it.


Scowls and angry tail flips,

THE JACK

P.S. Now the little bozo has a page here too. Ugggggggggg.

Well...

I hope that everyone has enjoyed the holidays so far. We did ok. We all had some yummy treats to celebrate. Mom has been sick so she hasn't been having much fun. I can't imagine how awful it is to not be able to eat solid food without getting sick. Sadly,our sweet Misky is still having problems with her tummy as well. The medicine just hasn't helped enough and it probably won't do much good anymore. Evidently,her little guts are just giving out after being so problematic her whole life. Makes me sad.

Not much else going on around here. It's been pretty much just the same old same old for awhile now. I guess that I could tell ya that my COPD has been acting up again because of the weather changes. I'm taking my meds and feeling better....not 100% yet,but I'm getting there.

Sooooooo....alrighty then....guess that's about it.
I'll type at ya'll some other time.

Live long and prosper,

THE Jack Rooney

Happy Birthday To Charlie!!

Okie dokie. Today is Charlie's 9th birthday! Yay! We haven't done our customary birthday celebration just yet. Maybe a lil later on in the day we will. Charlie has already done her most favorite thing today. This morning she waited 'til Mom was taking Dutch out and Charlie sneaked out the door. She ran over to the back gate,like always,and rolled around in the dirt until she was insanely dirty. She is now walking around sneezing herself senseless. Happens every time. So now she's sorta grumpy. She's glaring at me. I don't know why. I haven't done anything wrong...well...not in the last few minutes anyway. I did earlier,but we'll get to that in a bit. Besides...Misky isn't feeling very well today. She threw up her morning meds and now she's sleeping on the back of the recliner. So we're just going to keep things quiet around here for now.


In other news: Dutch has decided that he wants to learn to play frisbee. Yes folks,you heard it here first. Just in time for winter...Dutch has decided that frisbee would be fun. It started yesterday. He just up and decided that he would take the frisbee outside with him and Mom was playing with him. Things were going ok. He missed the first few times,but he was really close to catching it. He started to get too impatient tho,and on the last throw he took off just a split second too soon and the frisbee smacked him right in the back of the head. So what does he do then? He grabs the frisbee,bites it,and then stepped on it. He just stood there looking at it for a bit and then he walked away. I almost fell out of the window from laughing. He tried again this morning and he DID catch it....but then he dicided that he didn't feel like playing anymore. Go figure....


Ok...about that thing that I got into trouble for earlier: The blind was down. I wanted to look out the window. I can't just delicately nose thru the side of the blind like the other cats do...so I just blast right thru the middle of it and TA DAH I'm looking out the window. Works for me. I've always done it that way. I average 3 trashed blinds a year,but if I keep up with this year's pace I'm on track to wreck at least five. (it'll be my personal best!) Mom says,"Honestly,Jack,you're like a bull in a china shop." Yep that's me. Strong.Like.Bull. bwahahahaha Mom says,"Jack? Couldn't you look out one of the other windows?" Yes,Mom. I could...and I did....every single one of them,but this just happened to be the only one that I hadn't gotten to and the blind was down. What was I supposed to do? It's sorta like that closed door thing. You KNOW that it's not allowed cuz it's quite likely that if something is closed then I'll want to be on the OTHER side of it. *insert cute innocent lil Jack face here*

Mom: "Hey Jack? I think that I'll start taking video of you and your antics. Maybe post it online." Me: "Oh yeah? A Jack film? Hmmmm. I'll consider letting you do that when you get a video camera. Hey? What's that in your hand? When did we get a video cam?" Mom: "About 6 weeks ago. Remember?" Me: "I remember the UPS guy bringing a box,but I didn't know that there was anything in it. I was just playing with the box...you know how I do sooo love cardboard boxes." Mom: "Yeah. Come over here and I'll show you. See...video of Dutch chewing his rawhide in the middle of the bed. Some pictures of Morgan and Toby. Another video of Grandma's dog Rosie." Me: "Well Ill be darned. I'll look just a bit closer *sniff sniff* thinking to myself...I knew it. This thing doesn't have night vision capabilities. I shall start making some plans. Maybe in a few nights I'll surprise somebody and it won't get caught on camera. heh heh heh" Mom: "Jack why do you have a smirk on your face?" Me: "Ummm no reason really. I love youuuuuu Mom.purrrrr purrrr purrrr."

Heh heh heh More later perhaps,
THE Jack BULL

Bloggity blog blog blog...My Mom is SMART!

Ok...so...some of us have been feeling a bit under the weather. It's a poo issue.Ernie,Misky,Cole,Morgan,and I have been feeling yucky. However,our Mom is a total lab geek and knows what is causing it. She's a SERIOUS lab geek. I'm talkin' microscope and other lab things IN THE HOUSE sorta lab geek! Anyway....Mom has been giving us all antibiotic injections and we have responded well to treatment except for Misky.Mom explained things to me and it is rather fascinating. After Mom did her lab. stuff with us she has concluded that the problem is caused by Clostridium. Apparently there are a number of different strains of that stuff...there was talk of endospores,exospores,toxins,obligate anaerobes,aerobes,how you can tell which strain it is according to where the spores are located on the bacteria,culture and sensitivity testing,PCR testing....makes my head spin.

The Misky situation: Misky was born FeLv positive to FeLv pos. parents. However,Mom adopted Misky when she was two yrs old and her kittens were 4 weeks old. Misky is now 14.5 yrs old and the "kittens" just turned 12. Not very common for a FeLv cat to get that old so that says a lot about Mom's knowledge and skills. Misky's Clostridium has grown rather resistant to a couple of common treatments so Mom assures us that in the morning she will head out to the clinic to get different meds for Misky.Even tho Misky has tested negative for FeLv for quite some time(apparently the treatment that Mom had her on for a number of years got Misky to seroconvert to negative FeLv status)One does have to take into consideration Misky's advanced age and the fact that this latest bout with Clostridium reared it's ugly head shortly after the passing of Misky's daughter Slick.(No,the virus didn't take our sweet Slick. She had a massive stroke.)Misky hasn't been herself since Slick passed and is obviously still stressed enough that she has off and on tummy problems and has been rather quiet for the last year.Some people say that Misky is stressed because she lives in a multi-cat house,but we think that they are full of beans! Misky gets along great with everybody. Not even the mean old Boopinator hassles Misk. Granted,it is true that a possible malignancy can't be ruled out at this stage of the game,but Mom and the Dr. both say that it doesn't appear that that is the case.(I sure hope not)Regardless,when Misky's time to cross the rainbow bridge comes,she will let Mom know and Mom will do the right thing....

Whoosh I'm babbling on. I'm tired,but can't sleep. There is some sort of rowdy foolishness going on next door and Dutch,Abby,Ben,Pete,Lily,& Wee are totally hogging the bed and I don't think that I can squeeze in there right now.

On a humorous note: We had kids come tick-or-treating tonight and they told Mom that they thought that the black cat decoration in the window looked sooooo real and was wayyy cool. *snicker* I was the "decoration" and I was just looking out the window to see who was knocking on the door!


Ok I'm going to ask those goofballs on the bed to slide over so that I can try to get in some snuggly sleep time.

Type at ya later.

xxxooo,
THE Jack Rooney (Who also doubles as a Halloween decoration...)

Happy Birthday Toby and Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Toby J. and to our Mom!!!!!

Well...big day here! Toby is 17 today. Not sure when the celebration will start tho. Toby and Mom are both feeling their ages today and the day has not gotten off to a very good start. (Long story....)

Right now Toby is sleeping in the kitty condo and Mom is listening to Gary Allan music at an incredibly loud volume. No worries about the music volume. We're all used to it and the music sounds awesome! Besides..there's nothin' like jammin' out to Gary Allan tunes. :)

It's another gloomy day outside. Grey skies and winds at 35-50 mph. Ugg.

Not too much else to say right now....sorta gettin' lost in the music and kickin back to relax.

Next up on the birthday list is Charlie on Nov. 7th. She will be 8 yrs old.

That is all....I encourage everyone to go give your humans and furry friends LOTSA love.



THE one and ONLY Jack Rooney

Wheeeeeeeee Happy Birthday Lily!!!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhh.....today is little Miss Lily's birthday! She's 3 today! *does a happy dance* Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I can almost taste the 'nip!!! Luckily it hasn't been cold enough at night to make the 'nip freeze....YET. I should probably get in a nice long nap before the birthday festivities start cuz ya know that it'll be exhausting and then I'll have to go pass out in the window afterward. Oh wait...it's a cold gloomy day outside today so I'll probably pass out on the shelf above the entertainment center.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....huh? Oh! Sorry...I dozed off a bit. Sheesh it's hard to stay awake on a gloomy day. Blah. I'm thinkin' that it's going to be a lonnnnggggg winter.

Oooooh the mailman was just here. Mom just got a birthday package from her brother. Mom's b-day is tomorrow and so is Toby's. Expect to see me back here tomorrow with Happy Birthday wishes to both of them....only difference is that I'm allowed to tell Toby's age,but NOT Mom's. Quote: "Jack you better not blog about my age mister or you are sooooo grounded from the 'puter!" *snicker* I'm not saying a word...ummm...I mean number. heh heh heh

Okie dokie. I'm late for my nap.

That is all. Now go play.....

THE Jack

The Boopinator Strikes AGAIN!

Yikes! Again this morning Dutch hopped up on the bed to get in some snuggle time. He was being smarter about it today cuz he figured out that if he jumps up on the bed at the foot end he's not as likely to experience the wrath of Boo. Unfortunately,he creeped up a bit too far on the bed and came face to face with Boo. They just stared at each other. And then,out of nowhere,Ernie appears and he got in between them. Boo promptly nailed him right in the face. Poor guy. Mom checked him out and he is ok. He does have a new scratch on his nose,but he'll be fine.

So Dutch decided that he needed to have some words with Boo. He growled at her. I then pounced on him to cover his face and told him to NOT engage her or she'd come unglued and we'd ALL get it. So then Boo took a swipe at me,but she missed. So Mom stepped in and told Boo that if she wasn't going to behave then she needed to get off of the bed and she picked Boo up and set her on the floor. After that we all converged at the head of the bed and got some Mom loves. We all whispered to Mom that maybe it is time to give Boo a nail trim. She promised that she'd try,but that trying to trim nails or give Boo meds. is very similar to wrestling with an alligator.

So...the nail trimmers are setting out and Mom is waiting for the right opportunity to convince Boo to come out of her hiding spot inside the condo where she went to pout since she got into trouble. Hopefully that nail trim will get done sooner rather than later.

I'll keep ya'll posted.

THE Jack

Aww Shucks...

I am very humbled,honored,and thankful to have been picked as a featured diary cat again. Imagine my surprise when Mom turned on the 'puter and said,"Hey Jack..you've got mail."

To the fine folks that run Catster: You guys are awesome. I simply love what you do here. You've given us a place to hang out and just be who we are. It's like a second home and it's a very good thing. I bow to you.

To all of my friends here (both old and new): Thank you all so much for all of the kind words of support and congrats and for sending gifts for my page...and you have even left gifts on the pages belonging to other members of my fur-family. You guys rock and I love you all.


Much love and respect,
Jack

Put Your Party Hats ON!!!!

Today we celebrate the birthdays of Bert,Ernie,Missy,and Bug.(and we remember their sister Slick who passed last year.)

Ok...so...there was A LOT of catnip to be had today. Long story short: Birthday,'nip,playing,FUN....everyone is napping now and I shall join them soon cuz I am awfully sleepy,but since I'm responsible for the blog thingy,here I sit. Oh yeah...Dutch celebrated with us,but since he's a dog and doesn't do the 'nip,he enjoyed a nice juicy pear.

Early this morning I was awakened by the sound of a whimpering whining Dutch. I didn't know what was going on...and then I saw it...Dutch wanted to come up on the bed and snuggle with the rest of us,but Boo was laying by Mom's head and she gave Dutch "the look." She doesn't have to touch you at all. She just does that creepy glare thing that let's you know that it would be in your best interest to just move along. She can make a German Shepherd cry just by looking at him! Personally,I just avoid her cuz I'm pretty sure that she can shoot lazer beams with her eyes and I have no desire to be vaporized by a glare from the easily annoyed Boopinator. *shudders* I'm not kidding you guys! Go look at Boo's page! See those eyes? Scary thing is that that's not even the mean look!...UT OH! I just glanced to my left. Boo is on the couch watching me. ^.^ Alrighty then...I'm just going to move verrrryyyy slowly,log off,and tip toe to the other side of the room to look out the window. Wish me luck....


Jack