Sundays

Are supposed to be a day of rest. Would someone PLEASE tell my cats that?!

At 07:00 Lillie had already been at it (it being meowing in my face) for a half hour. At 07:30 Finn was hanging from the curtains. Oscar was jumping on and off the bed. Finn was knocking stuff off the night stand and skittering whatever it was down the hallway while Lillie watched and meowed her approval (or disapproval perhaps). Finn was kneading the pillow - the one my head was using. Oscar was jumping on and off the bed. Finn was scratching - THE CHAIR. Lillie was trying to get under the covers and getting right back out.

I've already used the "f" word twelve times today. As in - shut the "f" up and get the "f" off of that.

In other cat news, Oscar spent all day Thursday at the vet on account of not peeing. Rather, peeing a lot, but in really small amounts. The good news - no crystals and no blood in his urine. The probable diagnosis is sterile cystitis. He came home all doped up, (and with clipped toe nails - yay!), with meds to carry him through the weekend.
He appears to be getting better, meaning his trips to the litter box are less and his urine more.

Oscar - feeling no pain

They don't eat much dry food, which appears to be a culprit in causing the sterile cystitis. Other causes are being overweight (as both boys are) and stress.
When I say they don't eat much dry food, I mean Oscar and Lillie, because Mr. McCool LOVES him some kitty crack. It's going to be hard weaning him.

He loves his crack so much, this morning he was in the bowl with his portion (much diminished on account of the weaning).

Is this it?!

Wet food is regarded by him as an obligatory appetizer to be dispatched post-haste. Then he runs to sit by the dish [he's standing in above] and look pitiful (and quite adorable I have to confess).

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