MEAL TIME

Now you wouldn't think that meal time could be so hard, but I create a huge fuss and jump up the cupboards and human Mum's leg too; whilst screeching all the way along; for the minimal two or three minutes it takes my human mum to get my food in my bowl.
All this time my housemate is just quietly sitting there looking at me creating a fuss, and if I get too close to her I get hissed at. I've been told that's to put me in line and tell me to get my act in gear; whatever that means.

Well once we were eating tonight human Mum decided to make a movie of my housemate; as she eats differently to myself.

Watch the movie and you will see what I mean, I can never get those last bits, So human mum tried to show me how to do get them but I couldn't understand it.

~Bye

VET VISIT FOR ALL

Well we all piled down to the vets, with their shiny instruments and their cold tables on my paws. I knew what was coming when I started to get lots of fuss and even some food this time; despite going due to having the squits.
Well I had one of the shiny instruments stuck up my bottom, I meowed quietly trying to be polite, but it was so hard to not moan. Luckily it wasn't long before the vet said the instrument told him a reading; well I never heard anything; but I was relieved it could come out my bottom anyway.
He poked and prodded, asked loads of questions and then weighed me.
I then happily ran into the carrier with my blankey.

Now it was the turn of my housemates, she then had all that to go; and it was her first time at the vets too. She done very well actually.

Between us we have got a new diet for a week, which will test our human mum due to her chronic energy levels; and we also have some medications. And plenty of rest.

What an outing for a our first time going together and my housemates first visit too; on a day when human mum is feeling unwell too and needed a human vet later too. We are a poorly house currently.

Wish us well.

Bye

PAWS RUNNING THE HOUSE

Well hello, I have decided to take over the paw typing instead of the usual paws for today.

I have some wonderful news to tell you about the house that I run, and my human lives with me in.
My human let me stay on my comfy chair in the lounge today, whilst she went out; whereas usually my human tells me I have to go into the other room and be shut in there.
This time I was allowed to stay in the lounge with all the breakables whilst she wasn't home.
Two hours ish later she returned home and no breakages,
Nothing knocked over, and nothing had been squished flat either.
Secretly I had been snoozing the whole time; but I wont tell my human that.
So from now on I am allowed to be in lounge and have the run of the house whilst my human is out.

This is a huge step for me, considering I have only lived her for a short while and we are still getting to know each other. The other fur paw who lives here too, well the human calls him many things, sometimes he is chicken nugget, sexy prince, his name, and so on.
Anyway chicken nugget and I are getting on much better now, I still hiss at him now and again, but what is to be expected when you have a bouncing chicken nugget coming from behind you, and suddenly surprises you; he terrifies you.

I secretly run the house and have key place on the bed too beside the pillow, human moves across the bed to accommodate me, and chicken nugget either sleeps in kitchen on his chair, or he will sleep on humans stomach; if I allow. You can see its all how I say when it comes to bedtime.
But we love it that way.

I'm not sure what human calls me apart from princess paws when I sit on her and I'm so delicate yet I should weigh so heavy.
So I guess I sign off,

Princess Paws
X

NEW BEGINNINGS

The calendar has turned over the sheet on the wall; apparently this means we have come to the end of the month. I didn't see any difference to the end and the start of the next actually; looked the same to me.
Anyway that symbolises that there has been a full month now with our little fluffball missing. I am missing him greatly and I can sense that my human Mum has been too, so I'm keeping her company every waking second she breathes; right under her nose.
She has been making a lot of contact today to make the next progress forward which has been very hard; but we help each other out.

We have made new decisions within our life, regarding who we would like to share our home now; that our little fluffball has been gone over a month; that month a half ish has dragged so much.
So we decided to take in an elderly ole gal, who certainly doesn't act her age at all; she is bouncy as the day she was born but apparently she should be in a retirement home nearly (she certainly is falling apart with her conditions anyway - Remission Diabetes, Cushing Syndrome, Neurological Syndrome, Hip & Joint Dysplasia; and heart disorder (worse than myself)).
She is a right grump though, I cant do anything right; especially the first few days; but I'm hopeful this will improve and our friendship will blossom.
We are slowly improving as the sleeps go by, and Mummy is really impressed with our progress together.

Mummy says I have to apologise for the lack of yacky time recently, I do walk across the laptop many times; but i just can't hit the correct keys; and between all of her busyness we rarely get time to write now to tell you interesting things.
So sorry.

~Bye

A VETS TALE

Resulting on from this blog that Mumsy helped my paws type to you all:
http://meowingmuddlings.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/a-sore-head.html

Over the weekend I went downhill with my headwound, getting infected apparently. It was so sore, I couldn't even have Mumsy touch my head to comfort me, she had to comfort me from my chin or back.
I then went cold in the night and Mumsy slept on the floor with me to keep check on me; I felt so much safer like this; but I was so cold. So Mumsy wrapped me up with a fluffy towel near the radiator just on.

The minute the Animal Hospital opened I was rushed along, as I was still cold, shaking and had a wound that was oozing liquid. Mumsy was really concerned that I wouldn't even make it to the Animal Hospital; and so were they.
The person, a vet, (just like the human doctors that Mumsy goes and sees) who prodded me was really nice; and gentle as she could be.
She did say I ponged though.
I thought that was a bit offensive though; but Mumsy told me after, that she meant the wound; not me myself.

I Ended up having a operation, antibiotics and anti-inflammatories; all which doped me up rather. And I have to wear a cone unless I'm being watched closely, I  hate the cone; apparently called a head collar.
So I told Mumsy that she has to watch me 24/7 and no sleep for her.
And plenty of medications and treatments to be having at home for the recovery period.
Being doped up I have started to ease up on the cone and will let Mumsy have some sleep as a mutual agreement on timing.
A lot of monitoring ahead by Mumsy apparently, so I can't injure the wound.
I'm going to have peace and quiet so I can recover in a stable environment.

Now off for some peace and quiet,

Until later, please keep the noise down folks.

Bye

A SORE HEAD

My poor ole head.
I told Mumsy that I had a sore head and she had a look; it's covered in these weird lumps. She asked me loads of questions which I got very confuzled over; I did say I had a sore head.
So with lumps, soreness and confusion, Mumsy called the vet and they yacked for a while; which resulted in me being poked by Mumsy for a while longer.
In the end the neighbour took Mumsy and I at speed to the vet; the vet was very concerned and checked me over. I was screeching over top of their yackety yack; they were doing this time in person. And oh what a racket we were making.
It seemed like I was being pulled about forever. What a horrible way to have your morning when you just want some zzz's. How will I ever catch up on that nap now?

There was a person behind a huge desk (who looked very important) with a big machine that went clickety click when she pressed on each key; she yacked for a while with Mumsy.
When Mumsy got her plastic wand out her purse (which is magic money apparently) the machine behind the desk made even more strange noises; and started spitting out long eaten products.
The neighbour whisked Mumsy and I home in the fast car; yet still much yackety about what the vet had yacked about too.
All in all a tiny bit of yack means I have to have daily treatment to my head, to aid recovery. No pain no gain as they say.
Time for catching up on those zzzs I think.

~Bye

FAMOUS FAVOURS

The joys of being famous, it means that you get treats; yummy treats.
And how am I famous all of a sudden?

My usual sunbathing, just showing my belly off to all neighbours; and a car came racing round then started taking pictures of me.
Big head or what?

I noticed it had a funny looking eye on the top of the roof; almost like an camera. Mummy was at the window and saw the car. Later told me that it was something called GoogleMaps; whatever that is? But apparently that means I will be famous, as now I will be showing my belly to the world; if they put in our address anyway.
Then I got post the next day, yes written to me; so I really am famous.
My parcel I received;

I was quick to tell Mummy to open the sachets, after posing for a picture whilst licking my mouth; they they look so yummy.

Duck in soup and Chicken in soup; whats not to like? Yum! I hope!

So the taste tasting started, I delved straight in, it was gorgeous. 

My only complaint is that being a soup it was cold out of the packet, isn't soup meant to be heated first? 

But this was Mummy's error, but she tells me you can have soup cold; it tasted marvelous anyway. 

More to come? 

And with a full belly I sign off

~Bye

M GOES MISSING

Morris disappeared.

High alert. Vets alerted and posts put online.

He was let out in the evening as usual and Mummy went to let him in, as usual just before bed; but he was no where to be seen. Tried a few times at different times on the big round tick tocky thing that hangs on the wall; but Morris didn't turn up.

Mummy had a broken nights sleep; the worry  kept her awake.

On the next morning Mummy spent the whole day searching but still no sign. I went with her meowing beside her; being helpful; trying to encourage Morris to come back.

Then we began to think the worst. And now we just need to see his boisterous zebedee style behaviour.

Has anyone seen our fluffball please?

Meow

~Bye

M's CRAVINGS

Morris has always has a keen nose for sniffing out as soon as the big white tub is opened in the kitchen and will come running from wherever he is. It even worked for getting him in from outside this evening after he spent an afternoon outside laying in the sun; my human Mummy was a bit concerned about getting him in as he doesn't come to his name unlike myself.

Everytime our human Mummy goes to the big white run Morris goes running over and starts making loads of noise and wanting attention; asking for chicken.

He's lucky he normally gets some as the clinical prodder told mummy that he needs to gain weight as he is losing weight and to increase his diet; by richness, Protein and carbohydrates.

So the fattening up begins for him.

I'm getting a bit miffed at times as I get tiny bits compared.

Anyway tonight we have our human mummy's small relative staying over and Morris isn't keen, so he's staying well away; until small relative moves out of room the Morris is usual self and exploring where small relative was and up too.

Small relative happened to leave some asparagus hummus on the side and Morris soon had his head in it happily licking the pot out.

Human mummy was pretty concerned that Morris may get ill so stopped him. Bjt Morris did seem to be enjoying this unexpected treat. 

Having small relatives does have bonus'.

We are all heading to bed with full tummies now.

Night

~A

GUIDE CAT ARNIE

So tonight I became a guide cat, ever heard of one, for another cat for the purpose of a human Mummy?

Well Morris got out the front door late at night where he wasn't meant to go quite yet, especially late at night, and my human Mummy couldn't manage to go get him from under the big metal boxes (which make these horrendous noises, move fast and have huge moving round things similar to balls Morris and I play  with), the bushes and neighbouring areas; especially as Morris has hardly any sight and needs some guidance.

So human Mummy sent me out to do my duty of finding Morris and bringing him back in whilst she sat at the doorway ready to close the door behind him and calling him encouraging him back telling him 'good boy, follow Arnie'.

I think we done well as we got a nice treat once back inside and I got a special hug and lap cuddle which I love.

I do love working for my human Mummy, I can take off her socks (this is up and down to when it works though), and also pick up pens, nothing else quite yet); I'm sure I should of been a guide dog. 

Now to bed

~ Night

SIXTH BIRTHDAY

Well paw greetings.

I'm getting a creeky grumpy old moggy. I sure feel it with a bouncing one year old Morris about these days; but I can't complain we have fun most of the time.

Today is a special day, we'll all are in this house in some way; but today is even more special it's my birthday.

I'm six today and my human Mummy surprised me with a yummy birthday cake; with a special candle on it.

It was so yummy. I was very kind to share some with Morris.

Human Mummy had told me that she is popping to the bank for her Charity but she will be taking some shiny round things out which everyone always want; and then see if she can get me something today to bring home.

Pondering what it may be.

Picture of my yummy birthday cake to tease you all

~Bye

MORRIS' ROOM

My human Mum has been saying to me recently that we are going to be having a small change within our home soon and how change can be a good thing for our situation; I got told this was so I could get used to the idea.

It has taken me a while to get used to the idea to be fair, as my Human Mum said that when our new life comes into the home they won't be potty trained, like myself; so will stink the home out until have learnt to go like I do. 

I wasn't too impressed with this really,but found out our new little life isn't as stinky as I thought though really; Mum was telling me the worst I think. 

When our new life arrived I got told "no your not allowed in the nursery until little one has settled in. You can meet afterwards." And I was left standing at the doorway peering in trying to see inbetween legs which were doing a very funny dance trying to keep me out; and I was succeeding I must say.

Every time the door opened a crack for my human parents to sneak out or in, I would try and sneak in but they would always tell me "not until little one has settled in, it won't be long; be patient." And I would be carried through to the lounge to have play or cuddle time with my Human parents.

As my human parents had lost internet (due to a phone-line problem) it meant they weren't using their tap-tappety machines, so I got extra cuddle time; I liked this. 

Over the next few days my Human Mum spent more and more time with this little one which had joined our home, but ensured I still got my play or cuddle time and I still slept with mum at night; so I didn't miss out.

I'm not sure what Mum kept doing each time she went behind that door to the little one, but as the days went on the time got longer; or it seemed that way anyway.

Mum seemed to be really happy as the days went on when she came out the door, telling me "little one has done so well today, not long until you can meet now; be patient."

After what seemed like forever my Human mum had her tap-tappety machine back linked to the Internet and able to research first; so no screeching from anyone.

I met the little one with my

human Mum at close quarters incase either of us started to wail and we needed a quick escape route.

It went really well, we we're all really impressed with how we all got on. It was so relaxed as if we had met in a previous life and just gelled instantly. Mum took a few photos of us in the moment to show how at ease we were. 

From then on I could hear little one making little crying sounds in the nursery, yet when I went in with my Human Mum little one wasn't wanting to interact with us. I think little one was finding the new surrounding a bit unsettling; I know it can be scary.

Little one doesn't like the Hoover, the room was like a disaster when we went to check later after cleaning. Poor little one, I don't like the Hoover either or I would of stayed and reassured but I was miles away before the Hoover even woke up.

Little one had a good look around the room at all the new objects making some funny little noises. It was so fascinating to watch this special time

Well there was an almighty crash in the night whilst I was catching my zzz's laying quite happily on my Human Mum. I know they say things go bump in the night but seriously?!

Well my Human Mum slept straight through it even with me crying at her. 

In the morning we went in the nursery and it was clear the destruction was the answer to the crash in the night. Little one had managed to pull down the window concealer. It made me jump in the other room with the comfort of my Human Mum, so I bet little one was terrified with this new life form attacking. Another experience learnt though.
And done exactly the same with smashing a vase with flowers in during the night too. Destructive isn't the word I would say.

Little one had a brush today by my Human Mum, didn't seem to mind either; I'm not sure if I'm jealous or glad that little one is taking these steps forward

We have been having some fights so Human Mum has to close Little One's door at night which means I end up hearing crying all night. We must learn not to have fights then Human Mum may trust us to be alone overnight when she sleeping. 

I have a hand knitted toy that Mum got which is a jellyfish and I allowed little one to play with it too, who adored it too; must say the tentacles are so appealing and playful.

Little one started to get so would trust Human Mum more and more slowly, which meant we could have more fun together.

A few weeks late Little One ended up having to go to the big sterile place where they stick sharp things into you, returned home with a cocktail of medications and 'pyrexia, low immune system and to rest'; so now I'm on Dr duty for the next two weeks.

We will have many adventures together ahead, pity cant change the title of this blog to Arnie and 'Little One'/Morris

Bye

MUMS CHALLENGE

Mum had a challenge and a half. She bought a bed and scratching frame online which came flat packed; with no instructions apart from what included.

Done really well actually and didn't have to undo any bits or buy any extra screws. 

It's nearly to shoulder height of Mum so in the kitchen I will be able to see everything happening, no more foot happenings for me. 

Choice of three beds or two platforms to rest on, although I'm not sure I will fit in the hut with my big butt. Time will tell. 

And the stairs, how am I meant to use them at that angle?!

I'm sure I will learn to love the jungle gym though

~bye

MAD FOR SCRATCHING

Mum got me a new scratching post but it's horizontal instead of upright. I adore it; it's just right. Really suits me don't you think?

It's a memory moment within my life of blogging and my life with Mum

~Bye

BREAKAGES

Is it seven years bad luck when humans break mirrors or when cats or the house has a breakage of a mirror?

I did a silly thing and broke the mirror in the bedroom.

There was an almighty crash and the mirror smashed into a million zillion pieces all over the floor. 

My little paws have never moved so quickly. I nearly swept mum off her feet on my way past as she was transfering in my way.

Mum didn't tell me off just comforted me and made sure I was ok, left the radio on for me today to comfort me so I don't panic at all.

Does anyone know, will I get seven years bad luck? Is it seven years bad luck?

Bye

CAT CRAFTERS CONSERVATIONS - CCC

Hello all, so we have been wondering if anyone nearby in Norfolk (or Suffolk/cambs border) would like to have a physical meet up to discuss cat related topics. 

To engage with each other, to find nearby people who also have same interests but who have a cat within their life.

So what do you think? Let us know and maybe we can get something up and running sometime to see if this would work.

What craft do you do and what is your cat like (house cat, Siamese....)

That's all

Bye

NEW GIFT - BOWL

I just had my new bowl arrive today, it's great don't think, such a treat.

Mum got it for me from this seller in eBay - 

https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/182136248994 

They do other sizes, styles of writing and colours too. The seller is great at working out the ideal finished product for Mum to buy. The seller tells us that is called sublimation printing where the ink turns into a gas during the heat process - and washable and permanent.

This is my personalised one

I keep getting sudden little new gifts. My birthday isn't until August. I think Mum has forgotten this or she thinks we are in August; pity we don't have the weather for it then.

Bye

A NEW EXPERIENCE

A new experience, as far as I'm aware I haven't come across before; not that I have known it anyway.

I had my morning nibble as usual and left for a stroll around the garden with Mum; as still being kept in due to my infection risk from wound. So I have escort duty, its like being on prison cell release; well I imagine so.
I was then confined back to indoors; we did have the patio doors open though. And then it all happened.
The ants came from everywhere to our road. They just all appeared, every work man there was going for a the whole town turned up just to disrupt my sleep; my nap was now disrupted completely.
The men outside with the clipboards, scribbling away busily; I have no idea what they were doing. They were looking at the road though and then scribbling and then the other man in the bright coat would unscrew the road with a huge rod.
There was  a clatter and a bang and the road was open into underneath. Its a good job I wasn't out the or I might of fell down it and been under the road.
When they kept banging this is where it disrupted me and I got a bit impatient with them; I was just snoozing off.
I would lift my head up each time in protest.

The Tree Surgeons on the boarder of the garden who are singing, cutting down a huge oak tree. They bought a whole range of tools and power equipment; so noisy and disruptive to my sleep. I'm sure they would wait until they could hear my gentle snoring and then they would start up their power tools and wake me with a fright.
I'm not causing for a fuss for the shear fact we will get a lovely view and some sun once its gone; although the tree is beautiful in itself. I bet the neighbours plant a tiny new tree there soon; the irony.

And the last person we have in our neck of the woods is a Specialist Electrician the house; drilling and causing a fuss. The plus side of this, we will hopefully be able to use the Electrical Access once they are finished
If anyone wants any workmen they are all in our area.

I'm wondering how long before bed? But at least then It will be peaceful. Well as long as the RAF camp are not practicing with their guns again, they sound like bombs on the roof; so scary to a little ear.

Bye

INFECTION? AND BANG! (Note: picture - not dead)

Note: not dead bird in picture

Infection has set in. The smell is getting very strong and I''m struggling to not scrap at it. This is due to the neighbour yesterday and creating a wound.
Mum put some lotion on which the vet gave her but I think I will need an injection too.

I did get a nice treat for tea though as I'm struggling to eat with my wound near my mouth, so I had a soft treat of meaty pouch.

We had a loud bang, well another loud bang. There is always loud bangs going off here as we are near a training camp for the RAF. This loud bang was unrelated though. Happily sleeping away and Mum was busy and then we heard and had something pelt into the window at the same time. A Starling?

(note: not dead)

It shocked itself so much it just laid on the floor for over ten minutes. We have a floor to ceiling window in the lounge, so I just sat and watched it. It hardly moved, apart from tiny head movements; to show its still alive.
It eventually sparked into movement and got wiggling about; it got onto its side and out of view. After a while I saw it hopping around the garden; it looked rather stunned and slow. The little birdie wasn't flying at all, and even when his little blackbird friend popped over to comfort him; he didn't fly off with him.
By the end of the day he was gone though.

Bye

INJURIES

I came home beaten and bleeding with clumps missing, soil all over me and scared stiff; with a sore lip, back and rear paw.
The neighbour has gone for me in the past, I'm not sure why they don't like me, is it because my one eye they feel threatened by my being different?
I'm physically shaken due to our neighbour attacking me.

We are going to report them as was witnessed from Mum and have evidence which is photographed with date. I'm getting cuddles and getting some lovely chicken fed to me to me too; so my belly is really cared for.

I'm unsure if I will go out again though as I keep going to the door and getting really nervous, maybe I will be a house Arnie from now on?

WHERE HAS IT GONE?

Had an outing today, I went and Saw my lovely vet today, she told me she leaving so we had a good cuddle as she loves me; like everyone does.

I went today for a weigh in check. 

I did well. Mum and the vet were so proud of me.

I've lost 800kgs. They vet was shocked I could lose so much.

All we have done is decrease my food, but I don't want the food anyway. My appetite is so low. 

And then I got the collar for the neighbors benefit too which is working.

And lastly we upped my exercise. I love my ball game. Even the carers play with me but Mum tries to have an allocated space in the day for playing with me to help me exercise.

And it's all paying off.

So we just have to keep it up until next check up for more good news progress hopefully.

I'm happy, content and got good vital signs.

One happy man.

Bye

LOVE GOES IN CIRCLES

I've been protecting Mum lately, that's why I've not written.

She has been very unwell and still is, she likes to call me Dr Arnie; so I have turned into a Dr for the last month or so and been constantly with her, not allowing her to move or anything. Much better than an usual Drs time allowance and care as I've given so much love and cuddles too.

Anyway down to me now, Mum always takes over.

I've had a few problems with my digestion lately, I've always had a problem but it doesn't help when certain people feed me rubbish and of course I love my food, but my stomach doesn't and I forget this.

So I've been in a lot of pain and discomfort, very clingy to Mum and wanting a lot of fuss to soothe my stomach.

Away from my stomach, I've had problems with my joints too.

I do have Ehlers Danlos syndrome too aswell as Mum.

Well someone picked me up by my front arms only. Mum was well angry, and I was crying out in pain.

Now I know I definately need to lose weight all that stomach hanging on those two little arms! Well hopefully it won't happen again.

I now have two front shoulders which are ultra painful to use, jumping up on the bed I'm unable to do, and certain ways of laying too.

Mum has to lift me onto the bed now which isn't good for her joints either; how can we get round this?!

But apart from all that we are great. Looking forward to Spring, I'm already sun bathing when I get chance, roll on more sunshine!

Bye

WHAT A DAY - VETS

I awoke to a normal day.

Mums carer letting me out for my morning stroll before my breakfast; this is a new exercise regime apparently we are trailing out.

Upon my return I got given breakfast in my 'eggersize' by Mum and it still seemed a normal day.

I spent much of the day sleeping whilst Mum was busy with her new paperwork she is doing for a support group she is doing. 

Mum wrote a book to the Doctors today too, it was two pages long to be accurate but Mum was saying how it was lengthy and it was very detailed in the hope something would be done. I proof checked this for Mum by laying on it for her.

I had an appointment with my Veterian, Mum decided before hand to clip my nails though. 

Oh the discomfort. The pain. It was so uncomfortable, I squeeled so much and squirmed about; I was shaking by the end as I had upset that much.

Once I had calmed myself down it was just time to go to see the Veterian so I had to go in my carrier, which was an ok task.

At the vets I thought they were going to stick something up my bottom next as they had done everything else!

I had full mot, weigh in (I have gained weight and need special diet with collar and exercise plan), coat check, skin check and ear clean. 

What more could they want to do?

Mum paid and we

Got home, I just wanted my tea and sleep but then she started to follow me around trying to get my new collar on. 

The new collar isn't so bad now though, not once I've got used to it.

What a day!

Can I have a snoozing day tomorrow please and no pulling about please?

Bye

BLACK & WHITE

Our Monday is the new Sunday.

Mum isn't feeling too well so I'm cuddled up with her and we are watching a good winter warmer movie, in the hope of distracting her.

I'm enjoying the cuddles and Mum is enjoying the 'Awww' moments.

There loads of little Black and White Penguins bobbin about the screen everywhere, squawking and being adorable.

Well Mum then goes and says to me 'You could be a Penguin, your Black and White, you look just like those Penguins don't you?' 

I'm not sure if that's an insult or an 'Awww' moment. 

The movie  is a success and our cuddle time too.

As for the rest our unique life, well.

A quick run down,

I'm still have vet problems with my skin, I'm due to go back this next week for a review along with reviewing how my new diet and exercise regime has been going.

Mum has been doing great on sticking to my diet and encouraging me to play with my new wheel toy, I love my new way of getting food out my exercise treat egg and I will even roll it her and ask her to fill it up. I need some encouragement with the wheel toy though but once I get going I can have a good game for a little while. I'm not keen on playing with toy mice though.

Mums health has been fairly unstable recently and she has been under close medical watch but then she had a really good couple days and really treated herself, but now she has payback today and yesterday; so I am playing Doctor now and taking care of her.

Not much else to write about really within our unique right now which we can report . Hopefully next time.

Bye

CUDDLES AND SUNTIME

I'm A new year has started yes it's taken me this long to write this.

I've got a tremor in my right arm and paw so I am struggling with certain tasks now; the joys of Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. We are sitting on our lovely large sofa cuddled up together,

Mummy has hot chocolate steaming on the table and I'm happily laying on Mummy's lap.

Mummy is doing her knitting and her knitting needle is noisily tap tap tapping away near my right ear. 

It's very annoying! Especially whilst your trying to nap.

The end of the needle speedily bobbing up and down as she hooks around each stitch as takes it to the other needle.

There is only so much one can take of this, so I started to attack the needle each time it was lowered down when it was picking up a stitch.

My paw would swipe up and whack the end of the needle.

Mummy kept telling me 'No'. At first in a soft Funny tone, then over time it got stern. And now it's got very harsh.

So we have decided I will be taught how to Knit concidering Mummy spends a lot of time knitting, I should know how to too.

And I done a spot of sunbathing the last few days:

Bye

WEEKENDERS

Saturdays are special in my home, it starts with a sleepy morning which I like; but a late breakfast which I'm not keen on. The late breakfast really puts me out of timing for the day and I don't understand the rest of the day, I get all confused, you would expect me to be late all day but I'm not.

Brunch consisted of biscuits in my Eggzier roller (Mummy put a ball with a bell in it inside my Egg today to make it harder to get the biscuits out) and Cod with Rice Milk in my bowl.

I then watched knit knit knit all afternoon whilst the ball of wool grew smaller and the knitted item grew larger. It was very soothing to watch.

 

 

 

We then noticed that there was a cat in the garden, a Ginger cat, big and fluffy. Mummy was taking a lot of interest. I was starting to get jealous, so I went and started pawing at her, making a fuss.

Should I be jealous?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway Mummy then made my Dinner, evening meal, I had a right treat tonight. Can anyone guess what it is from the picture?

 

 

 

Any ideas?

 

I was licking my lips and gobbled it all up, A clean bowl, no problems tonight, whereas I've had problems eating for months, of getting even a tiny bit into me.

 

So tonight I had,

Cod with Rice Milk and Diced Carrots, mixed with tuna cracker biscuits.

 

Well yummy.

 

Bye



 



 



 

New Plan

Well hello my friends.
So I post with bad news.
Mummy took me to the Vets tonight. Oh my how embarrassing.
I have to go on a strict diet and exercise programme as my stomach isn't digesting the little food properly; due to my Ehlers Danlos Syndrome which has affected my stomach.
So my food portions are restricted down and Mummy is to chase me around the house or try and train me to fetch my toys.
I am trying to back my corner and tell everyone I do play with my Beaver a lot and my
Elephant; but no one is listening.

So leaving this post with a picture of myself playing with the tail of what was once a ferret toy:

Bye

What can happen in a week?

Oh so much can change in one week. I have been so I'll. Completely off my food, hardly drinking and sleeping solid only to he woken by Mummy at end of day concerned.

Mummy's family member visited only a week ago and I sat under his chair to try win him over, I believe he bought the illness in!
(I'm only joking)

Mummy got concerned as most of the week I was off my food, then in refused completely. Not even eating my favourites. She booked !e into the vets and asked for advice  until my appt which was no food, only water, as I was vomiting. And then to just introduce small amounts of food on the day of appt.
The day of my appt I managed small amounts of food, with Mummy rubbing my belly after to soothe it.

This is the joys of a problem belly linked to a life for a unique cat with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. Like Mummy like Son (moggie)?

Hoping for improvement from here onwards.

Bye

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TODAY'S HAPPENINGS

Mummy isn't feeling well at all. She had an operation to help her use her feeding tune earlier this week. Well the pain from the operation has escalated last night.
Mummy put on a brave face this am though when her family human came to visit, she called him an uncle. I got introduced and I had a sniff around and laid near him,thought he seemed OK. I was told before he arrived he isn't keen on cat beings though, so maybe me laying near him will help this for future.
Mummy just grinned and bear through the pain during the am and until a debate with someone about helping ease the pain via hot water bottle. Refill, no?
Mummy was told not on your Nelly can hot water bottle be refilled despite the pain.

So da da da......!!!
Support Arnie to rescue.
Hot water bottle and mummy, and off to neighbours, we kindly asked if they could help out and I spent time with my friend Milly, their half blind dog, between us we make a fully sighted animal of a cat-dog.
Do you remember that programme cat-dog? I'm going to get told off now but Mummy remembers it, she's old enough  to remember as long as her memory does.

Once home I helped mummy sort some paper by moving the pen each time she wanted to use it and laying on the papers.

I could get used to this support malarkey, although unsure as I had to keep being guided away from walls and doors; its hard being half blind. Things jump out on you especially hands.

Nap time now though

Bye

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