April 9th 2011 10:09 pm
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It's been a mostly quiet, normal week. I've been taking my Benazepril now for 9 days and enduring having my heart listened to by stethoscope at home. My heart murmur is still audible and my pulse is slower. I guess I can be thankful that we don't have a cat (or infant) sized blood pressure cuff here. I take my medicine like a good girl. I've always been great about taking pills. (I stand behind my belief that liquid medication is for people to "wear" and not for cats to "take.")
I'm still the same girl that my family thought would have an uneventful wellness/vaccination visit. I eat, drink and use my litter boxes like the good girl that I've always been. I talk, I cuddle, I demand that Papa sit on the floor after I decide that he's sufficiently warmed *my* seat on the sofa. I play either with an interesting toy and myself or if my parents are on the other end of an interesting toy. I'm interested in everything going on around me. I leap! We had the windows open two different days and that was nice.
What hasn't been so nice is mostly "Wookie" related. Silly Wookie thought she was "hiding" to ambush me. I saw her, any cat would have. I would think it's kind of hard to hide when you're a rather hairy and dare I say rotund, Wookie. I walk/hopped past her and she jumped out at me, put her paws around my neck and tried to "cape" me. I do not need nor want a "Wookie Cape." Blonde Wookie Fur is not in my Spring Fashion Forecast. (It's not "in" for any season, but that's beside the point.)
Papa said "Gabby, get off of her!" and she dismounted. (rather ungracefully, I might add. Artistry and Technical points deducted for such poor execution of the dismount.)
A day or so later (after the attempted "caping") I decided that I didn't want to eat anymore out of my high food bowl on the bathroom sink surround. I started eating out of Nuk's bowl on top of the bookcase.
I know... I know. You're shaking your head in disbelief, that I would deign to eat from the same bowl the infamous "Striped Menace" does. Trust me though, when I say that "Some things are unarguably worse than Nuk-spit." (and for a cat he really is "spitty. Consider that fact another point towards his "d-o-g-likeness")
But what could be worse than spitty Nuk slobber? What could have turned me "off" of my own food bowl and turned me "on" to Nuk's?
Wookie !!! The Wookie has been helping herself to my food. Somehow the hairy, ungainly beast has managed to climb up and views my food bowl as her own "serve yourself, all you can eat, buffet."
The Wookie sabotaged and successfully ended her "Wookie Buffet Binge" by again ungracefully dismounting (or falling) from the sink surround. The "thud" of which, terrified Mama who thought I had fallen or collapsed.
Mama rushed to the bathroom in time to see the Wookie waddling (as fast as she can) her way out of the bathroom.
It was an "Aha" moment for the whole family. Who of course wondered " Exactly how long has Gabby been viewing my food as her "supplemental intake?" and perhaps now we know exactly how a cat who was (supposed to be) eating the caloric equivalent of a 10 .lb cat managed to gain 2 .lbs.
My food bowl was moved to my new "preferred" location. Nuk seems to understand that he and I can not eat at the same time and does not appear to "have to" eat while I'm eating. In return, I grant him the same consideration.
I have to snicker. At least 4-5 times a day the Wookie has been in the bathroom looking for my food bowl. Her disappointment when she doesn't find it where she's come to expect it to be, sounds just like a thudding, ungraceful dismount.
How come you don't use your smacky paw on the Wookie? Why should it be reserved for the Striped Menace alone? (Mind you, I'm not defending him. He can do that well enough on his own.)
Welcome to the world of pill-taking. I'm now getting mine 3 times a day. I haven't quite figured out how to make that liquid medicine hit Mom. (Trust me, I will.)
Listen, has anyone suggested a water chaser (via syringe) for the pill? It goes down much easier and the medicine is absorbed into the system a lot quicker.
Now, as to the new food system, Samsara sends her condolences to the Wookie. She says she totally understands.
You are such a good girl Sweets~ we are glad to hear you are acting as yourself. Constant purrs for you.
I'm glad to hear that your heart murmur isn't keeping you from leaping & playing & squabbling with Gabby. Ah,cat squabbling! Sounds like home!
Nuk slobber! Ewww! I eat Tigger's food sometimes,but the only slobbering he does is food slobbering from his mouth as he tries to stuff 3 mouthfuls into 1 Tiggermouth.....
We are purring for you here...
I can so relate to the Wookiething. The Dustmop is the bane of my existance. I don't understand my pawrents liking her. She's got long stinky fur too, and she likes to ambush me. I'm cranky, Senior cat here, and old. I don't like the others-and her least of all...except for Natalie....sorry.
I, too, get watched all the time now because mommy and daddy worry about me. I'm more cranky because that mop thing is always around somewhere, skulking. So far she's only stolen my food from the coffee table when I'm not eating. But they are not to be trusted!
We love you and please know you're in all our purrs.
we are purring for you Sweets..everyday..
My Lady has the same problem with Miz Rose, who has gained too much weight and we could not understand why, till we realized she was using her Ninja stealth mode to suss out Redd and Mina's special food! Now that has been resolved, but no satisfying thud marking her disappointment for us to enjoy..
You keep on being you Sweets....we love you!
I understand completely. Kringle thinks mine is his too!!! Sometimes a smackety paw is the only thing they understand!@!
I hate it when my sisfur tries to make me wear "the cape"! Purring for you!