Day 173: Cup of Kitten, Anyone?
[Project 365]
Typical from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
Sophie (Jack and Sally’s mom) had a litter back in March and they’ve been living in the basement at my parents’ house. My dad can only handle so many animals in the house at one time, and four kittens on top of two cats and three dogs is four kittens too many. (Maybe they will finally get Sophie spayed now. Although, if I were a betting man, I’d bet that he will be completely attached…
I have too many nicknames for my cats to ever call them by their real names. In other news, I rented a big fancy lens and haven’t had a chance to take it out for a spin yet. Cat pictures are hardly the training I had intended to have before the zombie walk and Lesley’s wedding tomorrow, but, well, life is what happens when you’re too busy working to do anything else. So here’s hoping…
Sally’s had some weird red patches inside her ears now for about a week. I halfway figure it’s ringworm, so we had the vet do a fungus culture, which will take ten days, and in the meantime, I’ve got to treat her ears with this topical stuff twice a day. She got two shots just in case it’s something bacterial. Poor kitty. No one likes spending a birthday at the doctor’s office. [Project 365]
And guess who thinks he owns it. [Project 365]
OBLIGATORY GRATUITOUS-CUTENESS-AND-OBNOXIOUS-CAT-LADY-BEHAVIOR ALERT! You’ve been warned. This is what I do on my off days from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
I’ve already posted my photo for day 31, but I have to post an additional little something. If ever there was any doubt about who owns this place, let this picture serve as a definitive reminder. It is amazing to me how evil this cat looks in photos but how deliciously adorable he is in person. The little shit.
Those of you with small pets or even tiny mobile children know what it’s like to be lying in bed and feel the familiar shift of the mattress and the soft, uneven plod of four limbs as they amble slowly and unsurely toward you. Right? Pretty standard stuff. I was lying in bed, on my stomach, this morning, just enjoying being prone in the sunshine, when I felt the mattress jar and those footsteps come…
Last week was hell on steroids. Phil and I went back and forth and back and forth about Felix’s health. He’s old — seven and a half (that’s geriatric for Marshall Farms ferrets, sadly) — and he’s been having these weird fainting-type spells that he’s so far, luckily, snapped out of every time. Knowing the signs of adrenal disease and cancer from Gonzo’s battle with both two years ago, we didn’t hold out much hope…
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