Another Great Escape - Not So Dignified, Though!!

Have been really ill with this flu lurgy.   The too weak to speak let alone lift my head, relatives have to drive 100 miles here to get the shopping in so Junior can eat,  type of flu.

Anyway, today I am able to speak and stand up without keeling over.  Junior has sensibly been keeping a distance, bless her, and doing her best around the house.  She comes into my bedroom this morning and announces, half hysterically,  that Bart is stuck up on a roof!!   I cannot type what I said!!!   I have visions of a Fire Brigade rescue and big fat bill that is ill-afforded, So,  Junior spends an hour calling him down, neighbours stick their heads out of windows to see what the calamity is.....and Bart gets louder and LOUDER!!   J tells him that if he got up there and he can jolly well get back down......right now!!!   The other mogs were around 'trying to rescue him' as Junior puts it.  Moral support, come down we love you type of thing.  Maybe they were telling him what a dope he is?  lol

I rings the cat expert lady and asks if she has any top tips for getting a cat down.   She asks who it is on this roof.  Bart, I reply.  'Hmm, might know' is the knowing silent response.  I am advised that he'll come down when he's hungry.  Meanwhile, Bart oiks up the decibels, so much so that the neighbours decide to do a daring rescue to save their eardrums and get the ladders out.  I meanwhile dons a coat over pjamas and waddles round to apologise and thank them.  Bloke says it's ok but I think he was taken aback at my Beetlejuice appearance!!  aka death warmed up. 

After his rescue he miaowed off up their garden and back into ours and is now happily cuddled up with Tinks and Chunky, no doubt telling them the tale:o)

And I am going back to bed.

Great Escapes

LooLoo escaped out of the house on Christmas morning...5am....courtesy of Olive opening all the doors, again!!

Was hobbling around the back garden, in pjs and nearly knackered torch trying to lure her back in.  In the end had to resort to the 'grab the tail' capture.

This morning it was Tinkerbelle's turn.  She slipped out when Junior had her back turned and was soon up a 30 foot pine tree.  Realising that it was REALLY high up there, she starts miaowing and crying and Junior was hellbent on calling out the Fire Brigade to rescue her.  Told her this was not going to happen and suggested a bit of temptation, so J grabbed a tin of cat food and a fork and rattled away.  

45 mins later cat was back in the house, safe and sound.  Smells lovely though...of pine.  Tinks is a nutcase:o)  lol

Vet's 2

The boys are back and blummin hyper......and hungry, having been starved for their ops. They were sooooooo pleased to see us. They've now been well fed and Henry is currently nicking Junior's crisps!! Bartie is ever so friendly and Ringo keeps trying to escape outside. Henry still keeps trying it on with the girls!! sigh......The lad isn't giving up that easily. lol Bless

LooLoo.....Took her in and the vet said I was right to be concerned. She had an abscess, which he had to squeeze out. I burst into tears of course as soon as she squealed in pain, so my lovely friend from the local cat welfare org who gave me a lift said for me to go out and she would stay in and hold Loo while vet did his stuff. He took the remaining stitch out (she'd chewed one out) and cleaned it all up and gave her a jab. I have to give her anti-bio tablets twice a day and she goes back for a checkup on Saturday, earlier if she doesn't perk up. She's so delicate. A third of the size of her brother Bart. Vet said the abscess business is very rare in spaying. Just my luck, eh?

Junior has just informed me that the boys have escaped outside!! They've managed to move a heavy dog crate, which was weighed down, from in front of the catflap. Freedom. Buggers!!! They must have been feral in another life!!

Vet's

LooLoo is in a state, poor girl. It turns out that she has had an infection and she's cleaned the wound so much to let the pus out. We go to the vet's today to get her some antibios.

I feel guilty. Was she on a 'conveyor belt' because I had help with the spaying fees and thus not operated on as carefully? She's not been right since coming home. We all thought it was because some cats take longer to get over procedures and she'd be one of them! Tinks s fine, but she was done on a different day. I've lots of questions for the vets.

It always happens at Crimble. A few years ago my 19 year old cat died on Boxing Day.

The boys come back today, too. Hope they are ok. Have got their bedroom ready so they can sleep the anaesthetic off.

LooLoo Update

She's a bit better.

At least she can walk from her bed to under MY bed and back....and eat....IF we mollycoddle her....and then she will drink water.

She must be one of those cats who are delicate to ops:o(

I thought she was a gonner last night and so I wished I had lots of money to help stop such suffering.  Because (bad grammar) I'd have taken her straight back to the vet...but......no dosh for such things means you are up all night to help the animal.  Brings you closer.  Gives you LOTS of wrinkles, too.  Also, all those animals suffering..........'cos no-one gives a shit.   Arghhhhhhhh!    Guess where my lottery  money would go if I ever won!!

Tinkerbelle, on the other hand, you would never know that she had had the op.  She should be renamed Tigger!!

Ringo, Bart and Henry are due in to the vet's on Monday....and I am worried, because of Loolie's reaction.  But, they are not like Olive or Loo Loo physically.     I hope they  will be ok.  They need to be 'done' to calm them down and stop multiplying.   I'm crap at running a cat hospital!!..Eeek!   Too many tears.

LooLoo

She's not doing well.

Is very inactive, won't eat or drink much, won't move around, so she's going in to the vets tomorrow.

She seems to have a bit of a swelling around her wound, which she is cleaning.  She hasn't whizzed around like a loon, as Tinks has.  The cat characters are so different.  I guess the delicate ones have it tougher.

Tinks

Tinkerbelle came back from the vet's yesterday.  

This morning she's still high as a kite and active.  Eating well and miaowing for England....like..."Why do I have to stay in this crate when everyone else is running about?"  lol.  Today we have let her 'out' to wander about the house, so she seems happier.

In contrast, however, LooLoo  is very quiet and fedup.  She seems a little uncomfortable so if she doesn't brighten up then it's back to the vet.  She is the delicate one out of all the bunch. Light as a feather, quiet of foot.  My favourite..probably because she seems to be the one who needs protecting, although she can more than hold her own in tag and run..especially in the small hours!!  Have treated her to a bit of ham, which she ate.  

Am off to give her a cuddle.

LooLoo is back.

High as a kite on the drugs been given.

She has a tiny scar, lots of shaved body fur.

In the dog crate for tonight...for safety and sanctuary...and all that.....but the little so and so is climbing up the bars, demanding to be let out so she can play with brothers, sisters and cousins!!!!

Character:o)))  lol

It's Tinks' turn tomorrow.  I am running out of spare rooms:o))

Next week it's the boys' turn.  Will definitely have peace and quiet then!!:o))....and sleep:o)) 

Snip

Popeye is back after going missing for 36 hours.   Curled up and snoozing on my bed.  I think he'd managed to get locked in a garage somewhere because he was dry when he came in and the weather outside was very wet!  I was having visions of having to scrape him off some road.

So, all is well. 

The Order of the Snip has been decided.  LooLoo and Tinks have an appointment with Mr Vet this week.  Their brothers are in the week after:o)  Yay!!!  After the new year Meg's lot go in.

They've discovered a secret stash of mohair wool and have been playing, killing and dragging it around the house.   Have wool strewn all over.  Moggie version of Christmas Decorations:o)   Or, maybe they're hinting at Junior to get knitting? 

Missing Mog

Popeye has gone missing.

We've been calling for him all day and we're worried because he's the one who comes when called. And the weather is terrible outside.

Junior's calling him in now (again)...rattling fork against tin of food.

Popeye and Junior cuddled up the other night when she was feeling ill again because of the flu.   Although it may look like it, the mog is not being 'strangled'. lol

Horrid Henry and Cilla. The dog mothers the cat. 'Tis cute to see.

Honey Pot and Bart on their playhouse, posing for once!

Bart and Tinks snoozing in togetherness.

Portraits

Being elderly and increasingly short-sighted with age....I am trying my damndest to get a piccy of each mog up in the side bar....if they'd keep still long enough!!!...sigh....

It's interesting and really sweet,  but the shyer cats are starting to trust me more.  I nod off on the sofa (age...don't laugh 'cos one day it will happen to you) and wake up to find a couple cuddled up to me.  'Tis sooooooo sweet.  They 'trust' me!!! ..or maybe it's too bloody cold!!   The more extrovert ones, like Popeye, Olive, Ringo, Barty...just plonk themselves on us and purr away, but for the more introverted mogs it's a bigger deal.  They are naturally cautious.  Genes and all that.

Tinkerbelle is a REALLY  hyper-active little soul...but very cautious.  But, of late, she's started to want to 'get to know me'...sitting nearby, miaowing back when I talk to her. 

Perdy cat..aka Scaredy Cat....has done the same.  Bless:o))  She's still the champion escape artist, though...but Junior knows her well now.   And Lily Quiet Girl....likes to roll about on the bed, tummy being tickled.

Keep getting nagged from all quarters to 'get rid' of them.  

La la la la la la la..not listening!!

Snip Snip

The four boys are going to see Mr Vet next week:o))

That'll calm 'em down!!!

Then the girlies go after Crimble, two by two:o))  

Maybe Tinkerbelle will refrain from climbing up the curtains?  Nah!!!

I hope the op doesn't stop my 'Garfields'... Bart and Ringo.... from 'talking', 'cos they do chatter away sometimes.   Hope they don't get any fatter, either...or shall need large dog sized cat flap to enable them to get in and out.  (we have a large cat/small dog sized one at the mo, anyway).

Why use mine when I can use yours!!

Well.  Fourteen cats in the house.

Lots of cat litter trays.  The 'little' ones are too young to let out.  Need the 'op' first.

We have been trying to be eco friendly re cat litter and so have shredded paper by hand for this.  Boring and doesn't half give your joints jip!!    Mother uses newspaper for her mog, Jimmy, too.

So, pissed off with shredding,  Junior decides that enough is enough!!  We have shredder for poops sake.  Soooo, she proceeds to shred the huge pile of newspapers than bro brought us the other day.

Soon, it is done.  We have a few bin liners brimming with shredded Daily Mails, etc.

We changes the litters.  Pops in the shredded paper....which even to me seems a little....bouncy.

Result......=.... shredded paper all over the place!   'Tis like wool and brings out the playfulness in the mogs.  Bad idea.  

Soooo....Min and Junior admit defeat and traipse up to the local, nearest for miles and, thus, overpriced shop and brings back cat litter!!   Oh feline joy!!

Olive doesn't give a shit (language Timothy) and dives straight in....to a litter which is not hers.  Why deposit a BIG  bleugh in your own when you can stick it in someone else's!!

Clever mog:o))

Still pongs, though!!!  Arghhhh!!!!

Mogs 1..Junior 0

Junior has been a tad argumentative of late.

Think she's a bit fed up of the chores known as 'Tidying up after yourself' and ' Could you just do **** for me?''  Well, hey ho, 'tis tough.  Needs must and all that,  especially as Iffy Joint Old Crock aka Min isn't as nimble as she once was and needs a little help now and again.

Anyway, the mogs are hungry and need feeding.  Seeing as I was up at 4am due to Junior sleepwalking into my bedroom and could not get back to sleep, I asks daughter to attend to them.  One, Meg, has become really grumpy and growly which does nothing for you when you are as equally short-tempered and trying to feed the hungry furry masses.   It just makes you even more bad tempered.

So, they are fed.  House rule is that animals are sorted first, humans second.   Junior asks me to cut her a few wedges off the homemade bread.  She is going to make herself a tuna and mayo sandwich.  Her favourite.    Of course, the aroma is not missed and soon she has a mass of furry 'friends' vying for titbits.  Still grumpy, Junior shouts and yells at them and tells them to go away, leave her alone, they've had theirs, etc.  They, of course, ignore her and carrying on hassling.  lol

She makes the sandwich.  It is piled high with tuna mayo and they still pester her for some.  She tells them that under NO circumstances are they having any of this.   Not a chance.   It is hers and hers alone.  

Off she toddles to sit down and consume it.

A few seconds later, there is a little commotion and a child-like expletive.  

She returns to the kitchen, with plate and lop-sided sandwich.

It seems that because of her bad temper (sigh) her hands slipped and plate fell onto the floor...followed by sandwich.

Ah ha!! 

See!!   

The mogs There's a moral in there somewhere,...eg;  What goes around comes around...and all that.....  but I'm in danger of losing bladder control as I'm laughing so much!!!!

I made her a fresh one and presented it in a large, non-slip bowl. 

Still tittering:o))

PS.  The Mogs...filled with tuna mayo sarni...are strategically lazing around..or so it would appear.....but, don't be fooled... all eyeballs are on Junior incase she drops this one aswell.