Sunday, December 21, 2008

Merry X'Mas from the boys

Hi there.
Poppy and MeowMeow wish u all a Merry X'Mas.

Thank you to all your purrs, well wishes and helpful tips on Poppy.

The brown one's still lively as ever and it is nice to see him so. When the vet told me that I won't have Poppy for long since his kidney stones are so big, I thought maybe he won't last till end of the year. But Poppy's still around and things are looking good. I don't think so much these days.

Bad news for the brown one is that he will have to go back to the vet for the usual way of getting his pee for lab tests. Squeeze. Cos I gave up on being the crazy pee stalker. No matter how ingenious the plan is, Poppy's always smarter. Poppy's smart evil.

The boys' X'Mas wish :

Poppy would want to not be bathed at all. Cos he doesn't know how to dry himself. Also, no Dr. Vet would be nice as well.

MeowMeow's X'Mas wish is to have endless supply of cuttlefish strips. I have stopped giving him since junk food is not good anyway. Poor Meowz.


Merry X'Mas and have a good holiday.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Collecting urine is impossible


We got the cage up last 2 weeks.
First week was to get Poppy to acclimatise himself to the cage.


Second week was to lock Poppy inside for several hours so that he could pee into a separate kitty litter.


It was part of the plan of collecting his urine for lab tests so that we could spare the little brown one from his bi-weekly trip to the vet.
Of course, Poppy loathes it.
Who likes to go to the vet every 2 weeks to have his bladder squeezed for urine?
Poppy would kick up a big fuss. I think the vet got scared after the last time.

Putting up the cage was easy.
Lee County Clowder had suggested plastic packing peanuts.
I opted for the smaller ones where you normally use it to fill up bean bags as it sorta 'feel' like kitty sand.
Finding them was not easy.
People make bean bags but don't seem to sell the fillings.

But we finally got a bag.
And what a huge bag it was.

So, last Saturday, when Poppy ambled into his cage for a nap, I surreptitiously latched the door after him.
It didn't take long for Pops to noticed that he was caged in.
Actually, it took him less than 5 seconds.
I swear that fuzz ball has radar built in to detect locked doors.
He loves to sleep in there but the door must be wide open.


Pops gave disapproving squawks while looking at me with black beady eyes.
He sniffed at the kitty litter filled with 'snow' and pawed at it.
I had 'snow' all over my floor after 1 minute.
After that, he just sat there and auwed at me adamantly, gently, pitifully....
I swear if he could howl, he would have.

After a few hours, this pushover mummy decided that it's not gonna work.
Poppy looked too pitiful.
Actually, too smart for his own good.
Even Meowz had to come and look at Pops.
And then they started pawing at each other thru the cage.
I guess it's back to the vet this weekend.
And we just have to get a bean bag and stuff it up.
Sigh.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

COT : The bell


Ting-a-ling noises in the living room woke me up last night.
It was past 1am.
I groaned inwardly, realising that the annoying ting-a-ling sounds are coming from a bell that had popped out of this feather-on-a-stick toy I had bought for the kitties.
That bell popped out when Poppy got too excited playing with the feathers and somehow got his claw stuck to the bell.
Poppy had yanked his claw too hard and the bell dropped off the stick and mysteriously vanished into thin air.
That was like a week ago.
Somehow, even when my maid came and did her once a week cleaning, vaccuming, the missing bell still did not resurface.
I didn't think so much about it until last night.
When the noises started in the wee hours of the morning while I was almost boarding the train to slumberland.

TING TING TING A LING....ting ting ting...cling ting ting! ting....tingtingtingtingting!!!
Poppy had somehow retreived the missing bell.
Where had it flew to when it popped out of the feather stick?
How come my maid didn't somehow suck it up during her vaccuming?
How did the brown naughty managed to find it?
Daddymeow thinks Poppy was hiding the bell in his thick fur all along.
If Poppy can hold poo in his fur and drop it off on the floor later, he can jolly well hide a bell in his fur as well to be brought out to play whenever he wants to.
Poppy's fur is full of mysterious surprises.
Or so we thought.

The wretched, grating noises continued in the living room.
I imagined Poppy running around, pawing at the bell as he goes.
He likes that.
Only problem was I was desperately trying to sleep as I needed to wake up by 5.45am to catch a flight.
Poppy was relentless.
Ting-cling-ting ting tingTINGTING!!
I sighed, and tried to block the persistent noises while reassuring myself that after a few minutes, it would all be silent.
Cos Poppy would always end up pawing his noisy playthings under the sofa where it would just stay there till the maid comes over to dig it out for him.
I waited for the imminent silence.
CLINGCLINGCLING!
I waited somemore.
TINGCLINGTING!!!
??? This imminent silence was taking longer than usual.
Poppy Beckham would not let up and somehow, of all the days, seemed to be controlling the bell quite well, avoiding all nooks and crannies that would trap it.
I heard pounding paws on wood floor.
The final straw came when the bell hit the bedroom door rudely.
Poppy must have chased and pawed it all the way to the bedroom door. I heard his paws scrapping on the door's underside, perhaps trying to paw the bell out.
That's when i kicked daddy meow out of the bed to get the wretched bell.
He came in a second later and mumbled something about the boys not being happy about him confiscating the bell.
Party pooper daddy meow.
And that it was not only Poppy, but MeowMeow as well who was chasing the bell.
MeowMeow hardly plays with anything anymore ever since he became an old grumpy cat.
And there he was, playing 'football' with Poppy Beckham in the living room.
No wonder it was so noisy.
I paw, you paw. We paw paw all night long.
Poppy Beckham and Maradona MeowMeow.

I laughed myself to sleep thinking of their disappointed furry faces at the bell being taken away.
Where is the bell today?
Well, it was on the study table inside the bedroom.
Poppy came in and started pawing it on the bedroom floor.
Within less than a minute, the bell was under the table and there is no way of getting it out unless I take a long stick to push it out.
Now, why didn't that happened last night?
Cos life's like that.
But we love the kitties all the same.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Wordless Wednesday on a Monday


I am a furry brown headless slug.


Tuesday, December 2, 2008

COT : Meme

I have been tagged by KatzTales for a meme. Not good with memes but Ellen and her kitties are super duper nice, so I will do it…


8 random facts about MeowMeow :

1. MeowMeow loves scratches on his left shoulder blade. It gives him cat-gasms – he licks the air and raises his leg to pseudo scratch. Like a doggy.

2. He gets incredibly jealous of Poppy when the brown one sits with mummymeow. He sits with daddy to make mummy jealous.

3. Meow likes to sit like a human. Who's cuter? The bear or the cat with the pinkish, orange vanilla swirl?

4. He loves cuttlefish strips. Seriously worships. Would sell his kitty soul for cuttlefish strips.

5. On good days, he gives mummymeow wet nose kisses. He does! Very wet!

6. He hates Poppy but would still go and rescue when the brown fella gets into a bit of a situation. MeowMeow’s the anti hero.

7. MeowMeow’s tail curves to the right and has a kink because grandpameow had accidentally once slammed the door on his tail. Blinking blistering ouch.

8. He meows back to grandpameow. If grandpa meows 10 times, MeowMeow would reply 10 times with equally loud meows. He doesn’t meow when mummy or daddy meows at him. He just sits and feign aloofness.


8 random facts about Poppy Poo :

1. Poppy has tuffy paws which makes him skid and slide all over the floor.

2. Poppy loves to turn turtle and expose his belly to get attention (ehem, steal attention from MeowMeow) from all that cutesy display.

3. Poppy loves mummy the most, tolerates daddy.

4. Poppy isn’t afraid of people or firecrackers. Poppy isn’t afraid of anything. Poppy just likes to scold people, especially the vet.

5. Poppy thinks cat biscuits are the best. Table scraps, what table scraps???

6. Poppy doesn’t meow, he makes a funny noise that is not spellable. It’s the weirdest cat noise ever that is utterly amusing.

7. After bathing, Poppy looks like a string bean cos he’s all fur, no meat.

8. Poppy rarely hiss. When he does, he scares himself silly.

Phew, that's it. I thought I won't have time to do this but I managed to do it before 12 midnight. Not going to tag anyone. Cos i am bad at tagging people. Ta la.

Good night and have nice kitty dreams.