Formerly Feral Friday- My Gotcha

Pip: hello...

TK: You have to speak up, little brofur, so efurryone can read you.

Pip: I don't know what to say...

TK: Juss tells about you, like why you lives wif us now.

Pip: But it is better to be quiet when bad things are about!

TK: Don't be ascairt! No one is gonna hurts you. Dis a nice place wif furry nice kitties. Them all knows this is our place, they not tries to take it away from you.

Pip: I am not scared!! I am an outdoor cat, we do not get scared!

*cough*

Hello, my name is Pip-Squeak. TK says that yesterday was my "Gotcha Day".

TK: Pip, juss talks normal, me promises, blogging is fun!

Pip: Hello, my name is Pip-Squeak... and this is my story.

 A few darks ago Socks came in my territory again. He thinks that this yard is his, but it is not, it is mine. So we had to have a fight.

Socks

He scratched me some, but you should see him! I got him good. I won that fight!

After the fight, I was resting in my cabana, when suddenly the lady that always brushes and feeds me (TK says I should call her mommy now,) picked me up, shoved me into a big box, and zipped me in.  I can tell you outdoor mancats do not like this at all. Seriously, here I am defending the realm and this is the thanks I get?

Next thing I knew, the lady put the big box in an even bigger box, and it was moving! Then it stopped and the lady took the big box out of the bigger box and took it in an even bigger box.  I really was not too scared, the lady has always been nice to me. Then we were waiting, and the lady reached in a few times to scratch my chin, and I had to purr to let her know she was doing it correctly.

Then she moved the box. I got to get out and onto a table. There was a lady in a coat, and she stole some of my fur and stuck me with a needle. I was a gentleman, my lady was stroking my head, I am always safe when she is around.  The coat lady said I was too gentle to be feral.

And that is when everything turned bad.

Someone came in the room, I could not see my lady anymore. What was I doing here?  Then I showed them what a ferocious outdoor kitty could do. I finally saw my lady, but by then everyone else was attacking me, my lady look scared.

I put my ears flat, showed my teeth, pulled my claws out, and I fought.  I fought for hours, sortie after sortie. I used all my best cat-ninja moves.  I fought on the table, I fought on the chair, I fought on the counter with all the papers that flew in the air. I jumped from the counter to a cloth on the door, I hung 6 feet up, and I fought there as well.  All were defeated by my prowess!

Then I got jammed up in the corner...  There was a towel and gloves...

I won that fight too, but I decided to rest in the cell that they put me in anyway.  Then I went to sleep, and when I woke up, some parts of me were missing!?!  I took inventory from my head down, of the missing things- some fur on my shoulder, some fur on my back, some OH MY COD!?!  Where are they?

I was ferocious in my cell!  I attacked anything that moved, cat-ninja style. They even put a sign on the door that I was a wild-animal! You better believe that sign!!!!

Then my lady came and they shoved me in the big box again.

My lady took me out of the even bigger box, and put me in the big box that moves.  Then she opened my door and gave me my favorite chin scratches.  Of course I rolled on my back, so that she could serve me better.  And I purred so that she would know that she was doing it correctly.

Now I am at the big box that is near my outside territory.  I have met TK and Squashies.  They both give me my space, they know I am the toughest kitty on the block, though really they should be more scared of me than they appear to be. They even slept a few feet away from me last night. I am in their territory, and they do not seem to mind it. Indoor kitties are weird.

The big problem is that I can see my territory, but my lady won't open the door like she used to.  I'm not sure what to think... I do feel safe here. But my territory is so close.  Why is my lady not opening the door?  I will have to nap on this greatest of questions.

Pip- safe, warm and loved.

Update
We just got the sad news that Emily, of ToSimplify, went to the bridge today. If you have a few seconds, please stop by. She was Glenn's furend for 18.5 years. He is furry sad.

Godspeed, sweet Emily!

Pip-Squeek Prepares to have a furrever home!

As yous may know mine Mommy bin preparing Pip-Squeak to comes and lives wif us. It has been a slow fing, but mine mommy is furry pashunt.

Her challenges him juss a little bit effurytime. Her touches him, then her scritches him, then her brushes him. Always her gibs him yummy high-calorie foods. Acause him is so furry skinny.  Last month her starts to touching him wif two hands one either side of hims chest... prep'ing him to gets picked up.

This morning, her is furry glad she does all that...

When mommy comes down to feeds us ours' breakfast this morning, Pip was in him's house on the deck. When mommy takes him him's breakfast, him not come out.  Mommy looks in, and him was bleeding from several bites on him's legs, and a few cuts and abrashuns on him's body and head.  Him not gets up to eats.

So mommy gets mine carrier, is no more time for pashunts, is time to do.

Her puts on a coat (to protects her arms) and picks him up and puts him in mine carrier. He only fights a little bit. Then her and Pip is gone in the van. When her comes back, Pip is not wif her.

So mine mommy sais that the vet takes Pip in to the sticky room to checks him, and gibes him FIV and FL tests (that him passes,) and takes some blood and gibes him some anti-by-otecs. Him gets a full check-up, and all him's hurts gets a good looking.

Tomorrow him gets fixed, then on Fursday, if him's hurts are ok, him comes home to lives wif us furrever!  Me hopes him not hasa sad him not can go outside anymore.

Pip's last day as a Feral cat!

TK gives a Pip Update

The Vet juss called to sais Pip is out of surgery.  Her also sais him had to get all him's furrs shaved off acause him was furry beat up and her needed to sees. Him will hava stay another few nights so they can watch and him can has pain meds so him not hurts.

Me and mine mommy are going to bisit him at 3. (Me is juss bisiting Pip, right mommy?) So maybe her takes some picshurs and we updates you.

Mommy whispers- TK is going for his monthly check-up. Don't tell him, he gets scared.

We gots the sprit!

Ann of zoolatry makes our blog furry festive wif this grate banner. Me is sad we not can take part in all da wonderfur ebents, dis time. Mine mommy sais her was too busy at works to hep us do any of da ebents!?!

Her does lets us go bisit all da venues so we gets to see all the grate enteries.  Is furry much fun. And so much good work on da sponsor's part! (Mine mommy sais dis not so easy to bees a sponsor.)

So on another front- Toby, who is now called Pip-Squeak acause a) him has a tiny little sqeaky meow, and b) acause him actually answers to dat name, is coming in da house for short bisits to gets hims ebening brushings. (After me gets mine brushings, acause me is da mancat of dis house!)

Me closes dis post wif picshurs of each of us:

Pip looks up when mommy calls his new name!

Squashes sucks her fumb, acause her CAN!

Me, TK, prepping fur a good grass bomit! (Mooooommy!  Me finks mine grass needs a trim!)

Me loves you! TK

Hello World!

Me is sorry me not posts lately. We is all doing gud. But mine mommy is furry not-so-gud at helping us blog.  Me shows picshurs of us.

Dis me, enjoying the cools while is hot out.

Dis Squashies, also in the cools.

Dis Toby, him still a little bit ascared to come in the cools.

Hasa great day!

Squashies' Update

Squashies just got out of surgery. The doctor removed a large blockage from the ear canal, and said that the drum is fine and that Squashies' hearing is good.

There was no growth.  Our little girl is coming home in a few hours.

Thanks again, for all your help, advice and support.  Needless to say, I am very happy.

WEeeeeeeeeee!!!

Shhhh, I is sleepin!

Femme Friday

 

Auntie Judi hat!

Squashies and I went to see the V.E.T. yesterday evening.  This visit was so different from the last.  Last week she was so sick, she just let them do what they needed to do.  This time, she had the strength to bring her feral side.  Our tiny Squashies does not like to be handled. For a little kitty, she is strong, and she knows how to use the weapons that God has provided.

It is an interesting perspective between she and TK.  When TK goes to the vets all the tech has to do is roll him on his back and put a hand on his belly, and as long as he can see me, he does what he needs to do.  He doesn't like it, he sings a sad song to show it, but he never fights. Perhaps, because he goes so often, he has learned how futile it is to try to get away.

With Squashies, it is a completely different story.  The techs, (plural,) don leather gloves. The gloves that go up to their shoulders. And as if their presences is the ding of a bell, the purr-pleas for mercy end, and the wrestling match begins.

It breaks my heart to see her struggle.  Wide-eyed with fear, she executes strong, graceful body rolls, accented by screams of defiance. I worry. My being there adds no comfort to her, but I can't walk away for fear that the techs will get frustrated and use excessive force. They never have, but our little girl could try a saint's patience.

So I stay, waiting for the look of betrayal, that never comes.  I feel guilty anyway.

After getting Squashies locked-down, the doctor looked in her ear and declared that the swelling was down.  But, after several attempts to look more closely, it was determined that  Squashies would have to be sedated to see what was going on.

 So she is going in for surgery next Tuesday... I worry about the anesthesia, we believe she is around 14 years old, and it can be hard on the heart.  But there is no choice.

I pray that the surgery goes smoothly.

I pray that her hearing will remain intact.

But mostly, I pray that whatever is in her ear is benign, and she will have many more adventures with us.

EDIT

TK here- Me juss heard that mine furend Artymouse is still not come home from her walkabout. While we is praying, we is praying fur her too!  Come home Artemisia, you are making your mommy cry!

Heartfelt Thank You!

We are so over-whelmed with all the purrs, grrrs and prayers sent from around the world for our little Squashies. We read all of your emails and your comments, and it made our hearts a little lighter, to know so many understand how hard it is when your furbabies are in danger.

On Saturday morning, when I went to take my shower, Squashies didn't come running for our ritual time together.  Thinking she was too sick to come, I was heart-broken.  I had a tearful shower, remembering our last Girl-time together.  She, on the throne, guarding the door while I was behind the curtain, then an incredibly graceful jump to the counter when it was time to get dolled-up.

I took her brushes down to the tree where she was sleeping; we would do Girl-time there.  When I went to brush her, she startled.  I realized she couldn't hear me... at all.


Squashies was deaf.

It was sad to see her so lost and confused.  She and I have always communicated verbally. She understands many sounds, such as the shower, meaning it will soon be "Girl-time" and "I'll be right back," meaning that she should wait for me, the rattle of the Temptations bag... BLISS.  And endless singing... we have a song for every event, and sometimes, such as our rendition of Old MacSquashies, she would join in.

We spent most of the weekend in her favorite place- the deck, where she alternately sunned herself and sat in my lap when she got to warm.  A quiet weekend, all too quiet for Squashies.

Relying on her nose, where her ears fail her

Resting in the box-of-lawn

Tired kitty

Inexplicably, last night, without visual stimulation, she jumped up when I opened the treat bag. The paw-power, and anti-inflammatory drops were doing their job! Our little girl could hear again.

Both she and I,are manic about this change of events.  With each passing moment her confidence grows.  We even had Girl-time this morning, with one small deviation. After several minutes of butt wiggling and doubtful looks at the counter, I lifted her over the cavernous space between toilet and 'catwalk'.  She didn't seem to mind.  Instantly she was "MAC, MAAAACing" away to Old MacSquashies.


 I thank you all again, for giving me this space to sort it all out, and for your understanding, which means the world to me.

Showing her up-side-down heart love for her furends.

dee

Paw Power, Please?

TKMom here.
We took Squashies to the Vet on Thursday night.  She had clear fluid trickling from her black ear.  This wasn't a total panic, she's had this before.  Apparently, before she came to be our little girl, she had a really bad ear-mite episode which left her canals pretty scarred.  But when the Vet looked in, she saw a 'growth', which she later called a mass, which she said would require surgery to remove.

The doctor said she couldn't tell exactly what it was, because of the swelling in Squashies' canal.  So I'm going to give her drops q2 for 1 week. This to bring the swelling down so the mass can be inspected properly.

Squashies is such a good little girl, and she's had a very hard life.  It just seems totally unfair that now that she's found a little happiness that this would happen.  She could sure use some good vibs.

Femme Friday

My Femme Friday picture, in honor of Auntie Judi, who is in our hearts and prayers.

Things have been quiet around here. We are enjoying our spring deck time!

Mid-day naps have been taken!

 

Box lawns have been lounged in.

Bellies have been exposed.

Birdies have been watched.

haha- me sneeks on your Femme Friday post!

 We hope you all have a wonderful and safe weekend.
Love, Squashies

Happy Birfdays!

Me not gets to posts in a furry long time. So me wants to tells mine furends that efurryfing is gud here.  Mine lawn box is growing and me and the outside kitty, what has been living on our deck this winter, does ok with sharing the space. Sometimes i hasa gives him a little hiss so him knows is mine deck that me is sharing wif him. But mostly him stays out of my way, and me stays out of his way.

mine side of the deck

Toby's side of the deck

Acause him is now a little bit a parts of our fambily, him gets a real name, stead of a colony field-markings name. So him is now called Toby.

Me wants to wishes our Auntie SheShe and our furry speshul friend Marg a furry happy birfday!

Wordless Wednesday- Spring is here!

Hats of Hope, fur our Auntie Judi!

 A Speshul day, fur a Speshul Lady.

Evfurry kitteh on the bloggiesphere knows Judi.  Her is mama to Sammy, Andy, Shelly and Sierra (Squirrely). And auntie to evfurry ovfur kitteh.

 We loves our Auntie Judi so much. She has brought so much to our community. She makes evfurry kitteh feels speshul and loved.

 Her even makes clubs so kittehs what not fits in other clubs can hasa club too.

AND! Her gibs evfurry kitteh HATS!

Suquashies gets a fanciful hat for Femme Friday!

TK gets a nice warm hat!

Auntie Judi is hasing a furry hard time lately. Her not complains, but is a furry furry hard and scairty time for her. But acause of her speshul heart, her has her fambily and her has us, the kitteh blogesphere, who is purring and praying and lovings fur her.

We are here fur you, Auntie Judi!

Dr. Seuss Day Challenge

Me loves Dr. Seuss. Probably acause mommy loves him so much.  Her often makes up poems fur us. One of her favorites is:

Who am I? My name is TKead! 

And I don't like my Squashies' bed.

This is not gud, this is not right!

My feets stick out of bed- ALL NIGHT!

And when I pull them in? 

Oh Dear...

My head sticks out of bed up here.

adapted from: One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish

Me would likes to thanks Ann of Zoolatry fur letting us remember Dr. Seuss, and for the fine images scattered about the web in his honor this day.

"Oh, the places you'll go!
There is fun to be done!

There are points to be scored.

There are games to be won!"

From: Oh, The Places You'll Go!

Happy Birthday, Theodor Seuss Geisel. 

You have brought such joy to a world that desperately needs to remember how to laugh.

To Simplify

Bak a few years ago, mine mommy decides her life was too much about works and not about... well life. Her decides she wants to travels a bit and given that her works from home, then there is no reasons she can't works from anywhere there is a innernets.

So her not wants to goes wif out us, but her is nervous that we not likes to travel wif her. So her goes on the innernets as looks up fur people what travels wif cats.

In her searches she finds Glenn's blog. Her is hooked right away. You see, Glenn decided that him not getting a happy by having lots of stuff, so he sells eberyfing him not needs and buys a van fur him and him's little cat, Emily.  At first him just stays around him's town, but then him starts 'sploring the country. So him and Emily goes anywhere they wants now. Him is very wise and him writes very good.

So why me tells you all this?

Well today is Miss Emily's 18th birfday. And me hopes you will stops by and wishes her a happy birfday so her feels the love of the Cat Bloggiesphere!

Happy Birfday, Miss Emily!

Home and a new furend!

Hi innernet furends.
Me wants to tells you that we gets home last week.

When mommy comes to the V.E.T. me gets very cited and gets a happy-shaky tail. But then me thinks she must be just bisiting us at our new home. My happy tail goes into a upside-down J.  Me wants to shows mommy that me is doing a gud job here so me does my normal V.E.T. patrol like me has been doing when me gets out of our room.

When me comes back to the wait room in my circle patrol, mommy is sitting on the floor waiting fur me. Me not can pretends no more, so me jumps in her laps, that already has a Squashies in it, and licks her fase that was watching me does my patrol and leaking.

When me and Squashies gets home, we is so happy! We not can believe that we is back.

Now me and Squashies is sticking very close to mommy and daddy. We sits on them whenever we can, so they not can go away again. We is back in our normal routine, cept we not wakes mommy until 7am in the morning acause that is when Aunt Michelle feeded us at the V.E.T. This seems to makes mommy very happy. Me not knows why, 3am seems a purfectly gud time to gets some noms!

So while mommy and daddy was away on their anniversary trips, me sneaks on the V.E.T.'s puter a few times and keeps up wif Admiral from the Rainbow Bridge.  Her and her's mommy were very sad to has lost each other. Me does my best to heps, but you know... what can a kitty does?

Then Admiral tells me that she was sending another kitty to her mommy. Me was so happy to hears this! Admiral sais is a purrfect kitty fur her mommy.  And then it happens!

So if you not has stopped by yet, goes and sais hello to Admiral's little sisfur Katie Isabella! Her is a very beautifur tuxie kitty who is doing an wonderfur job of taking care of her's and Admiral's mommy!

Welcome to the Cat Bloggiesphere Katie Isabella!

Why is me blacked-out?

Me is joining mine fellow bloggers, Google, English Wikipedia, and other innernets sites to protest against The Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA), or HR 3261 and PROTECT-IP Act (PIPA). Me unnestands what mine Congressbeans is trying to does, but me finks this the wrong way to go bouts it.

Please joins me to contacts your congressbeans and tells them we has a concern about the language of these bills.

Some linkies to heps:

Petition the White House

Petition your CongressBean (Google)

Petition your Senator (Stop American Censorship)

Hep! Me is getting lefted!

So Daddy is taking Mommy to Hawaii fur their Anniversary. You might finks this is a nice fing.  But IS NOT! Acause Squashies and me weighs too much to goes in Mommy's suitcase. So we has to stay here. (Also Mommy claims that me not allowed in Hawaii acause they not has rabies there so me would has to have a quarinteen.)

Mommy is taking us to stays with the great and wunderfur Dr. Seigal to stays in her's solarium room.  We gets to takes our trees and our beds our toys and even our own fud and dishes, so it feels like home.  Me can tells that Mommy is trying to act happy acause she wants us to know she is not mad at us and that she is coming back fur us, but me can tells mommy hasa sad. Somefing about the leaky face when she gives me mine morning after-shot lovings/brushings. Her just kept saying that she will come back fur us.

So me knows she hasa worry-worry that we finks she is throwing us away like our last mommy did, but me knows she not does that. Right?

Anyways, me and Squashies will be back in a few weeks with mine usual non-bloggingness.

Me and mine fambily wishes you and your fambily a Happy Mew Year!
Love, TK

Heresa picshur so you not furget me!

Happy Holidays!

 We would likes to wish all our friends and furends a very happy and safe holiday.

And may there be peese on Earth!

Our dear furend Admiral has crossed to the Bridge

  Godspeed, sweet girl.

We love you.

Please stop by her blog to leave condolences. Her mommy has always been so sweet, and I'm sure she is missing her little girl.

You can light a candle fur Admiral here!

We is presents!

A warm hats fur the cold weathers. (Fanks you Auntie Judi)

Me just wants to sais Hello to mine furends. And shows you this wonderfur banner that Ann, Maggy and Zoey makes us. As you can sees, me and Squashies are mommy's presents!