Happy Meowlloween evrykitty! We hope ya get through all the noisy doorbells, door-knocks, an loud sticky-kids. We havent had anny visitors for years, but TBT has a box of Lindor Truffles just in case.
If annykid does ring our bell, we will run to the bedroom, where we are allus safe.
And here is a picture of Marley from a previous year...
LORI: I certainly enjoyed som outside time today. It calm and warm. But afternoon laptime is impawtant too...
Two are today...
MARLEY: Im getting used to this kidney treatment thing. That doesnt mean I like it, but we cats are pretty good with routines. TBT reaches down to me to give me scritchies a lot, but I have gotten good at guessing when he is reaching down ta pick me up for the stabbies. On the other paw, he has gotten better at reaching for me when there really isnt anywhere to go. So I guess we are even on that.
He stabbed himself for the 3rd time Thursday, which also seems fair enough. After all, Ive been stabbed more often than that (2x a week for about 2 Big Moons now). Though I suspect my scruff is less sensitive than his fingers. And he has by inserting that (bad werds) needle from different directions, so I dont feel itchy in one place. Truth to tell, I can hardly feel it after a few minits. And he feeds me right afterwards. That helps too.
The special food is good. I like it about as much as the regular stuff. I kinna miss the crunchy kibbles though.
He hasnt taken any pictures of me getting stabbed. He says he will try to set the cameras to automatic to see if that works. So, since I dont have any pics of that yet, I'll just leave you all with a couple nice normal ones for today.
This week, we go back only to 2017. And we group them by each of The Mews...
AYLA:
She always enjoyed The Lap (pre-Laz).
She was so calm and light, sometimes I forgot she was there.
She went outside more often then, too. Loved to walk the deck rails.
And checked out the plants. Yeah, those are Venus Fly Traps. I've never had them thrive like that since!
She loved the lower plant rack shelf.
MARLEY:
He often chose the ottoman willingly. More space to stretch out...
ALL:
Getting all of them in the same pictures was rare.
It was a fine week...
LORI: Today I am thankful that Marley has re-discovered the hammick.
Because that means I can nap on the planter-stand shelf mats...
I don't get that spot often. When Marley isn't there, Laz usually is. Today, I have it.
LAZ: Today is my 6th Birfday. I am happy to have it. When I was younger, I never expected to see it. But I was rescued from A Bad Place, kept in a different house and then a different room fer a while, and found a home as one of The Mews. An I admit I haven't been the Best Cat there. I have troubles...
I still struggle with fears and angries and forget to be all good and nice sometimes. But this is the best place I've ever been. And I'm doing the best I can do here.
One time, I was living in hell-home.
It took all I could do, to survive.
There were bad dogs
And, there were some bad kiddies too.
It was hard to just to get through the day
And wait for the night,
Where I could hide.
But a new day then would start.
Hiding, I always was hiding,
When the dogs came around,
I would hiss and show claws...
Avoiding all the bad things
And the children,
They thought that I was merely a toy,
So I hid from them
And their cruel joy.
Then, one day I was rescued.
By the person who first raised me
And discovered my troubles,
And took me back home.
But I couldn't stay there,
She had some sweet kittens
Who needed homes of their own,
And I was too mean to stay there.
One day, some old guy called The Big Thing
Called the woman while searching
For a Tonkinese cat.
She said no, but...
She had (me) this half-Siamese who was
Troubled and stressed, She said
"If you try him, You might be
The best hope he has".
So I came here
Fearing the end of my days
And was locked up
In a room.
I was fearful,
But he talked to me lots,
And I smelled no bad doggies
Nor children, those brats.
One day, the door finally opened,
I was free to walk out
To a house with no doggies or kids
But 3 other cats in the house.
I had never experienced other kitties
It was bit of a shock
I had smelled them of course
But never a look.
I've had problems adapting,
I didn't grow up really well.
But I'm trying my best.
And most days are good.
And this place is a dream
Even when I mess now and then.
I try my best.
And I hope I stay here...
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I started by saying I never thought I'd live to 6. But I have. For me, that seems like a wunnerful life. Each change in my life has been better.
I have a big back yard ta run around in, good foods, kind attention, and good places ta nap each day safely. "Safe" is real important to me. I didn't have much when I was a kitten.
And the other Mews are kind to me (even if I kinna go crazy now an then). And I get to sleep calmly against TBT most nights. I sometimes think I don't deserve either, but I sure appreciate it...
I just wish those bad memories would go away and let me be nicer but they don't. TBT says they may someday. Even after a few years now, they come around in my head and upset me.
Please go away, demons, and let me find peace...
TBT: Laz has reached 6, and there have been some doubts if he would. His inner-demons are less than when he arrived, but they are still there. Sometimes he is at peace for a few weeks. And then they come out in his mind again.
He is free from bad dogs and grabby children, and that helps. But he has never quite adjusted to other cats either. I can tell he tries his best. Mostly, he is Very Good. He does the usual cat things like sniffing butts and noses.
But he doesn't do others. Wand toys are just strings to chew. Toys don't mean a thing to him. He doesn't like my lap. He doesn't like playing. He hates being held.
I do what I can. He does like sleeping next to me. He is very attached to me generally inside the house and out. He is happy to be around me. He jumps to eye-level, wanting strokes and attention. And he gets plenty of it.
He is very pushy about it against me in bed, but I allow it as long as possible. And sometimes a slight movement on my part relieves the push and keeps him "close enough" to stay happy. He is on the bed almost every night.
And he talks to me constantly. He is half Siamese and aside from the utter blue eyes, he has the vocalization habit. We talk often. Sometimes, I think he understands my words more than Marley and Lori do. His name is not one of those words though. Calling his name doesn't get even an ear-twitch.
So he is 6 now. It may be a hard more 10 or so years. Or it may get better; I don't know. But he loves me and I love him as he relates to me. I hope that age and calmness will cause him to adjust better.
Happy 6th birthday Laz! Rest peacefully today and enjoy the treats you will get at dinner!
TBT: Marley has The Lap. Lori wants a spot. But Marley pretty much fills it. So Lori searches around...
So she curled up on my shoulder which is another favorite spot and was happy there.
You may notice fresh fruits in the upper right. That's my snacks. And it allows me to sit with Marley and Lori on me without disturbing them for an hour while I watch TV.
Laz was sleeping happily against the pillow on the waterbed. One of his favorite places. Laz isn't a lapcat. Oh sometimes he comes up, but he doesn't stay long. He stays a bit nervous.
Well, LC was never a lapcat either but in her last year, after Skeeter left, she desired my company more. Maybe as Laz grows older, he will want to sit on my lap a bit more, too. 😁
This morning was good. No rain, no wind, warm enough... Yesterday was rainy and chilly and blowy. We were all glad to get out. We mean, just look at all those happy tails!
We usually choose to run out individually. But TBT went out first, so he got this nice picture after we did.
LORI: Today is a "Sweet Sleepy Day".
Iza did Tocktober well in this week in 2012.
She was a happy cat and always held her tail high, so that made it easy... On the top of the aquarium...
And Laz is helping today!
Today I answer comments. And forgive me, I tend to use handles as names... And forgive me the "cute" gif. I found it by accident and loved it.
Megan said " That second pic shows Laz's extraordinary fur markings really well". Yes, Laz has distinct markings. But his furs are basically grey tabby. It is his deep blue eyes that show his siamese parent. And his voice. He talks a lot, loudly, as Siamese do.
Several people mentioned the whisker collection. I started doing that in 2008 after Skeeter left and thinking that I should keep memories after I found whiskers around the house. The green bottle was a happy find at Walmart. If I get bored someday, I may count them.
The Meezers mentioned that "Lori has a cute stink eye!!". Yes she does. She can look really mean sometimes. But she is never actually mean. But she can growl sometimes. Yesterday, she came in with those triangular "sticky seeds" stuck to her fur (it's that time of the year). And when I held her down to pull them off, she complained the whole time.
Piltch mentioned "those white chocolate truffles too and at Valentine's Day, they have white with strawberry filling". I love the extra dark and white chocolate. Never had the ones with the strawberry filling, but will watch for those. I love strawberries.
Memories Of Eric And Flynn said "Great flashback! Iza did a good job on skinning her mousies! Love her pose on the cards and it would make a good centrefold"
Iza was a dedicated skinner of her rattley-mousies. She ripped everything she could to pieces. I had to hide toilet paper from her. She could unroll and rip up an entire roll in an hour of dedicated effort. Lori follows her tradition.
And Iza's playing card pic was one of the oddest I ever took. She lioved showing off her tummy, but that was a weird view of her.
Meezers - "Ahhh, Marley are you guarding the Duck from the youngsters??!
Marley protects anycat and everything. He doesn't actually plasy with any toys ever. Maybe he just wants them to feel safe.
Thank you all, everyone for reading and commenting!
LAZ: Lori and I have been doing a lot of chairtop-sitting lately...
It helps that TBT folded a blankie an a towel over the top. That made the top wider. An softier is good too!
MARLEY: Today was another stabby day. At least it happens at home... I'll spare you pics of it lest it frighten kittens and depress adults.
But I will show you again where it happens. Its the least-bad place for it to happen I suppose.
The top-opening PTU is easy for me ta settle into. Its at a height where TBT can hold and comfort me with skritchies and talking. There is a small towel for him to hold me with and sometimes I forget there is a needle in my scruff.
He has added a used pill bottle for the old needles so none of us pokes themselves playing with them (himself included). He says he is thinking of adding a small metal brace to pull the old needle off the drip tube more safely (he stabbed himself a 2nd time last time).
And he says he is going to get some spray for the carrier to help me stay calm (it won't mess up my fur sprayed in the carrier). He hopes that helps, as I am getting a bit squirmier about this whole stabby-thing...
Well, better than going to the Vet... 😐
Oh, might as well show a pic of me.
Its not new, but it does show me feeling calm and relaxed...