Yay, Mooshu!!!

Barb, that's awesome! And of all the things it could be, a really super fixable thing.

I'm a little concerned about his relationship with the vet, though.

oh ... and for my Bitches (courtesy of Smart Bitches), some eye candy.

The time for too much candy is now.

Aims, goodonya for not allowing your uncle to bully you. He has no right to expect you to cave so he doesn't have to face the consequences to his own actions.

The time for too much candy is now.

I can't see the video at work, but I so love Cindy.

Okay, that eye candy video made me spit on my screen. But I do worry about the firefighters not being protected enough.

I'm a little concerned about his relationship with the vet, though.

suh-NERK

The time for too much candy is now.

You plan to nibble them off my neck? (If I had any one - or, sigh, MORE - of them around my neck, do you think I'd let anyone on this board NEAR them? at least, until I'd finished with them ....)

I'm currently sitting in the car park of the Melbourne Museum. We got up early to put Wallybee's parents on a plane to visit Cairns, and Wallybee has a training course. I thought I'd take Ryan to the Museum, or maybe the park next door. But he's decided to fall asleep, and as long as that's the case I think we're both pretty happy right here.

It's too bad that cats with claws that need trimming don't live near Chez Bee, for I am the Kitty Whisperer and have firmly trimmed claws on all sorts of unwilling, unhappy cats who still liked me afterwards.

All my cats undergo a game called "Got Yer Foot!" I grab a foot and hang on for two tugs, and let go on the third. Annoyingly, I will then switch feet and we have to do that game a few more times. They learn that I won't trap them and that me touching their feet ain't no big thang. So my personal cats are pretty relaxed about manicures.

For cat hydration, I've deployed an extra water bowl in the living room, which gets plenty of action. Also I do not chase them away when they insist on drinking out of my water glass. I figure a little more cat spit can't hurt me.

Alas, my poor old Squeak is developing kidney failure. I can't believe he changed from my leggity little guy to an elder already. It's only been 15 years. I am supposed to administer subQ fluids for him, but I find I just can't do it - not to him. He's so fearful and sensitive that I just can't bear to do something that would harm the trust he has in me.

I've been eyeing the other cats, thinking about what a hard time dear Chloe had accepting the awful thing I kept doing to her. She wouldn't talk to me for weeks, and my heart was all broken. I think the smart ones could learn to deal, as Chloe did, and I think the confident ones wouldn't have their world collapse if I did something bad like sticking them with a big needle. But poor Squeak - now that the moment is here, I just don't have the sack to do what needs to be done.