Mine, All Mine

Last week, when I was so very ill, the Human would give me whatever I wanted, and what I wanted was a bed pillow. Of course she was more than happy to provide it. She even changed the pillowcase for me.

Now, apparently, she thinks I should give it back so she can replace it on the bed, where, may I say, there are already three pillows.

Well, you know what? I like it. I don't wanna give it back.


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P.S. from the Human:
Thank you so much, Kitties and Humans, for your lovely messages. It was a pretty scary week, all right, and it is really great to have him feeling good again. 
I'm not sure he gets to keep the pillow though.

Sunday Selfie: That Was the Week That Was

Can we talk?

Oh my goodness, Kitties, this was a drama-filled week, and no, I am not talking about the Humans Misbehaving Themselves in Washington, D.C. either.

I am talking about the heart-stopping brush with mortality yours truly experienced from Monday - Thursday of this past week.

I got sick. And I mean sick. I was limp and listless and without appetite Monday, so I got carted off to the stabbyplace where I was a Very Bad Boy indeed and, as usual, had to be knocked out. They stole my bloods and other precious bodily fluids, and gave me shots and finally allowed me to go home.

The verdict was I had a heart murmur (perhaps caused, or at least exacerbated, by the horrific heat and stress), a fever (who knows why?), dehydration (cf. the Heats), hyperthyroid, and a few other random old-man-cat things probably of not too much importance. 

I refused to eat or play or even purr or enjoy my brushies. All day Tuesday and Wednesday, the Human was beyond distraught, convinced that I was going to cross that Bridge. 

Miraculously, during the wee hours of Thursday morning, as the temperature plummeted, I decided: "Huh. I'm hungry." And within 24 hours I completely returned to normal.

The Human says I'm now on medication for my thyroid--but because it's a cream she rubs into my inner ear, I don't even really know it. I eat, I pee and poop, I play, I nap comfortably, I converse with her, and I purr like a champ.

She was a hot mess, of course, and now she's driving me crazy with Too Much Snuggling. But honestly, I do feel sorry for her. I'm going to try to be a little nicer to her.

Sunday Selfie: A Bad Movie About Me

I know, it seems like an oxymoron, doesn't it? 
But the Human is so sadly out of practice (and she was inept at her best) that she has managed to make a 20-second film for our Sunday Selfie, in which The Star (aka Me) languishes out of frame for a good seven or eight seconds, while my loyal viewers will be looking at the rug. 
No worries though, I pop up again for a strong finish!

She Thinks She's Sooooooooo Funny

Yeah, no. We are not amused.

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

The Human thinks I am a little obsessed with having my scratcher 

on the bed by the windows. She's not wrong. 

Now, if I could only get her to bring my breakfast to me here. 

I mean, is that asking so very much?

Sunday Selfie: We Had the Hots

But now it is cooler. As you can see, the warms weren't all bad! I'm still working on that comfortable project, too.

If Only I Could...

get


more


comfortable

Spittola, the Bagman

So the Human delivers groceries for Meals on Wheels, and she's supposed to fold all the bags so they can be reused the following week.
Because she is so lay-zee, she often forgets and then she has two weeks' worth to fold.
Yours truly does nuffing to help, you understand, but I do enjoy taking a lot of entertaining sniffs and generally getting in the way. 
She says "Spitty!" in an annoyed tone, but honestly, what is she gonna do about it? Shove me aside? Not unless she wants her eyes clawed out.

And Thank You all for your kind words about our Lord Chancellor. The Human showed the blog post to his Dad today and he was very touched and grateful.