Metz’s Neighborhood

This morning I woke up from a dream where for some reason I had live mice in my mouth... I assume the dream-fairy meant that one for one of the cats, - either that or one of the cats was telepathetically messing with my subconscious... or something... anyways... woke up with a desperate urge to brush my teef.

Now I got that out of the way I can get to the more serious matters. My little Kitty is still ill, and will not recover.
We've gone from total misery and vomits and cat-hospital every 3'rd day where they put her on drip...
 

Kitty not feeling too good

Grumpy conehead

Sunny day

not a happy camper

Kitty and Purple mousie camping out on my bed

She barely eats anything, but I force water in her 2-3 times a day with a syringe, and that keeps her reasonably stable (no rushing to hospital every few days at least).

no fuds plz.

She's shrinking. It's the weirdest thing... not just getting skinny - really shrinking... look:

Shrunk cat

Anyway, it may be a day, or a week, or a month...
I check every day that she's eating, purring and playing...
as long as she does all three we're not going back to the stinky place for that last injection.
And she does amazingly behave fairly happy... sometimes at least:

noms

plays

Urracá is locked out of the bedroom and not entirely happy with that, but he does what he can to help.

Today for instance, he bravely fought this lone, wounded toilet paper roll.

Lone and wounded TP-roll

There's (apparently) nothing as dangerous as a TP-roll when it's wounded and away from it's herd and territory, but Urracá fearlessly wrestled it to the ground and gave it what it deserved.

Killer of TP rolls

This is completely embarrassing, but here goes:

I've almost never had an oven that wasn't self-cleaning. If I did, it was in one of my early apartments and I didn't stay long enough in the place to bother cleaning it.

So--what's the best (and greenest) way to go about it? I would like to avoid using the super-nasty chemical stuff as much as possible. Any tips?

Thanks!

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Yes...I am sly like a fox...

Sly

But I have no blankie....

He's all settled in with his meds and his babyfuds and some experimental small can fuds too.
Has his own kingdom in the bedroom, but is locked in cos I think morphined kittums belong inside.
And he has a history of deciding to lope off alone when he feels bad.

So he's set up with fuds and live cat nips and a heating pad under his floofy blankie.
(Floofy blankie gets lots of kneading and cuddling on.)

I've been carrying in the Wolfie Cat, who is his buddy, to den up in the bedroom with us at night.
To cut the boredom a bit.
And Motley, who expects to sleep on the bed.
(And everybody loves Motley, who appears to be just stuffed with Cat Charisma.)

So the first time I found Idiot Kitten in there, I assumed he had done the Ninja Kitty thing, and clouded my mind while he slipped into the room unnoticed.
The cat who walks through walls.....
So I just let him nest with all the Big Boys too, since he was sleepy.
(Some times the Big Guys don't like him around since he is much given to unexpected enthusiastic pounces.)
That was yesterday.

So today I was in there opening babyfoods for Boe, talking babycat talk and making babyfud bottle top noises, and then there he was again, inside the room.
Hmmm...
Well Boe actually wants his tasty treats, and him's a shy type, so I pick up the crazy child and chuck him out the door.
Fair enough.
And turn around and he's there again.

Crazy boy has been squeezing through the bottom of the former heater.
(Disconnected, whew.)
Then coming out behind the wardrobe, and crawling under it to get
into the room.
With possible side trip to Narnia, for all I know.

Because he has to be where the people are.
Such a sweetie.

Luckily, it doesn't seem to work the other way.
He saw me look at him, and went all flat and rug-like on the floor, trying to get back under it, but didn't seem to be able to manage it.

Ten minutes later there is a scratching noise out in the hall.
Silmi is trying to figure out where Nikki Kitten went.
I have an image of all the cats ending up in the bedroom this way, like the Monty Python skit with the room full of mailmen and milkmen.

Mobile nativity scene seen in on the road in Mesa.

Awesome.

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Had to upload it to youtube this time!

At least his bedding will be clean soon, even if he isn't....

to get going in a cold and (slightly) snowy day

goddess bless the DbT.

...because if I have google wave, everyone else in the world has google wave.

but if by any chance any of ya'll been living in a cave, I got eight (8) invites to gwave.  doesn't mean that I know much anything about it.
send me a message here or an email to  mariser(at)gmail(dot)com

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