Well this time I’m including two bouts with the damned flu this year! OMG! I can’t wait to feel NORMAL again! After we had Thibby put to sleep I had about a week of being depressed than WHAM the kid and I got that hideous flu. Lasted two weeks. Thank God for Mucinex products! We get over it and Richard never gets it. He had the flu shot at work. Well down the line about 2 or 3 weeks ago he starts coughing and sneezing. He takes off a few days, actually works at home, and goes back to work. Mistake. The next Monday I think and he’s totally wiped out with this shit. I TOLD him to stay home this time. He had to get over that horrendous cough or I was dragging him to the Doctor! Bought him some Mucinex crap. Not the right one so I ended up going to the store, in the rain, to get more and to shop before the bad weather. A couple of days later and I’m coughing and sneezing. FUCK. Thank God I’ve had the cats to help me get through it this time! Oh yeah… we got two cats…
We hemmed and hawed about getting another cat. We talked about going to this place in Yukon. I was going into cat withdrawal.. I was hitting the LOLcats site every hour! Then I started thinking about going to the OKC shelter to look for one. I’d been looking at their site online and my attention had been drawn to one in particular. She was black and 8 years old. Her name was “KitChat”. Over a period of maybe two weeks she sat in the back of my mind. I looked at her page one day and it said she could be seen at a local petsmart. OMG! THey were trying to pawn off MY CAT on someone else! I told Richard I had my eye on one out at the shelter. He said let’s go. We did everything we needed to do, shampooed the carpet with enzyme crap, cleaned really well and sprayed to there wouldn’t be territorial issues. We finally went out there and they keep the cats in rooms with glass walls. The poor things are exposed to all the noise of the people, etc. They all seemed subdued. I love black cats and was leaning towards getting two black cats. First room I went in there was Kitchat sitting face down in a bed. I walked up to her and talked to her. Noticed she had dry skin problems. (Thibby had it so that was no problem.) Told her I’d be back and we grabbed her information which told us she’d been taken and RETURNED. I
walked into the next one and there was the cutest little male tabby talking to me. If he’d been female I would have adopted him in a heartbeat. He was so cute. But then I noticed another black cat walking towards me. She let me pick her up and she meoowed at me. Her name was Aztika and she was 2 1/2 years old and had been front declawed. Grabbed her info and went to pay for them.
When it was time to pick up Kitchat I was shocked. The cat weighs 14.5 pounds. She’s a chunk and IMO she’s a petite cat. We got them home and let them out and they’ve been pretty good. They do NOT respond to their supposed names so we’re working on renaming them. They’re being named after Richard’s Grandmother Mabel and Mabel’s Mother Isabella (Bella).
Bella, the heavy 8 year old, meows at you and tries to herd you into the kitchen to feed her. If you go in the kitchen she parks her butt in there and meows at you all the time. She’s learning it won’t do any good. She’s on a diet now. Our vet suggested some diet science diet food. She’s NOT happy. lol Other than some tartar on her teeth she said she’s very healthy.
Now Mabel has some issues. She was a stray and we think she did what she had to to survive with no front claws. She ate out of the trash. So she has a thing about plastic. She will also slap food out of your hands. She’s really interested in human food. She’s also skittish. She has the most beautiful huge eyes and when she’s startled you KNOW IT! They look almost anime when she’s startled. We’re dealing with her issues. I caught her dragging a piece of plastic behind her trying to hide it. I grabbed it which promptly pissed her off. lol She also has had a broken tail. The tip is bent. The top photo is Bella. The bottom one is Mabel.
They look so much alike that the Vet asked if they were litter mates. Oh and the reason given for returning Bella to the shelter? She wasn’t “social enough”. My ass! If anything she’s too social. I told the worker at the shelter I had no intention of returning either one of them. We’d accept them problems and all. Hell, I kept a cat for 14 years that liked to pee on sofas and beds. I spent all that time moving plastic from a bed in the morning to a sofa at night. Surely I can deal with whatever is wrong with these two.