Molly hasn’t been keeping down food for awhile now. She’s sick every few days and in case you feel like throwing up, Boo eats her vomit. Ha! Sorry, I had to.
Yeah, they eat each other’s throw up.
Anyway, the vet thinks she might have pancreatitis, or it could be a simple food allergy. $400 in blood work just happened but I love Molly’s vet so I have faith that he’ll fix her. If it really is pancreatitis, hopefully it’s manageable. Fortunately, she did improve a little bit when I cut out all seafood and gave her “sensitive stomach” food, so I’m hoping she just needs to go full on Hipster Cat (aka, grain free/organic/raw). So, results in a week. Cross your paws for her. xo
Painting, anyone?Boo and his strange sleeping positions
Oh, now the drawers are empty, Mom!
Everyone on the Internet loves cats. It’s the only place people with allergies can enjoy them. And they do. And why not? Cats are smart, they’re independent and they’re super goofy. I really need to set up a Cat TV to show you what my cats do when I get home from work. They are incredibly funny, especially Molly, who greets me every morning with a new mess. Usually the same mess that I’ve cleaned up the day before, but she’s got a routine. Every night when I’m in bed sleeping, she proceeds to open cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, and then the drawers around my bed. Sometimes she even pulls all the clothes out of the drawers and gets inside to sleep. WTF, kitty?
Someone's feet-in the (now) empty drawersSometimes they're just bad kitties...and make these kinds of messes...over and over and over. It's like they're bored, but they can't really be that bored. I think it's more of the fact that they are just ASSHOLES and love seeing me clean things up...again and again...and again.I hid the kitty toys in here. Bad idea.
But look at those eyes. Who can resist? No matter how much of an asshole she is, I’ll always love her.
And then sometimes they just become incredibly adorable and cuddly (with each other mostly, but sometimes with me). Or if I’m having a bad day, Boo always comes to lay next to me and purr. It’s kind of awesome how they know…
I come home every day after work and find some new toy the cats have discovered. Usually, its something I like, or used to like, such as the peacock feathered choker that went with my 2010 Halloween costume. No big deal. My fat ass can’t really fit into that costume anymore and besides I’ve exceeded the two time limit on Halloween costume wearing (pending they are in different cities or at different parties).
This week, Monday, I came home and found a tampon on the living room floor. Odd, but I dismissed it, thinking the cats found it in one of the many suitcases I’ve yet to unpack. It was a bit chewed up, so in the trash it went.
Tuesday night comes and I walk in the door. Again, there’s a tampon on the floor. This time I’m confused. Two in a row? I don’t remember packing that many (at least not loosely).
Tossing it in the trash, I don’t give it a second thought until tonight when I have my DUH moment.
Beside my toilet is a box of opened tampons that I actually rarely use, but I’m such an awesome house keeper they have probably been sitting there, open, for months.
Tonight I see one single tampon on the edge of the box, as if making its way out of the pack, attempting to escape.
Not just any cat-Molly. She’s the teenage cat. Not quite a kitten but not quite mature and docile. We call her asshole and she’s been stealing my tampons and holding them hostage in the living room.
If any of you have cats, you know what I’m about to say. Cats are wonderful pets but they sure as hell don’t let you sleep in. I’m sure dogs are worse, but my cats are infamous for doing a 5-7 am sprint across my chest, over to the window, onto the nightstand, and around again. And as if it’s not bad enough to do all that, Molly will spend a good hour on the nightstand, knocking off literally everything until it’s either on the floor or the side of the bed where I always forget to look for it. Glasses, cell phone, etc. All gone by morning.
Right now, Boo and Molly are chillin’ on the floor, acting like they didn’t just wake me up out of a deep, much needed sleep. But the truth of the matter is, I never wake up this early on purpose and I’m not a huge fan of it.
Boo and Molly are both rescue cats, which means they were rescued from high-kill animal shelters. Boo was 4 months old when I adopted him last October. Molly was about 4 or 5 weeks old when she came home with me after being at Baldwin Park Animal Shelter. Although she was the tiniest thing in the world, Boo adopted her as his own. He mothered her and bathed her and all but carried her around in his mouth. I’m so glad I have two cats; however, the downside of having two cats is that they always play together. Even if that means they play at 6 am.
When they’re not being assholes, they’re ridiculously cute. I’m sure this is how parents feel about their children, who wake them up early.