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Old November 9th 04, 05:32 PM
Magic Mood Jeep©
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Ping's appointment for "The Big Snip" was yesterday. Sunday night all cat
dishes were emptied so Ping wouldn't eat anything (he's been inside now for
5-6 days, we felt soooooooo sorry for him out there on the porch, his meows
were breaking our hearts. There has been some hissing & growling, but no
fights. Ping usually backs down when confronted by another cat/kitten,
unless they just want to 'sniff noses'). The other cats are *not* used to
being without food for more than a few hours' nap. Ping has also gotten
used to having food readily available (he's still bony-thin, but looking
down on him, his belly is getting round ).

Monday morning, I lay in bed a bit after DH gets up to get ready for work.
As soon as I do get up, I have *8* cats winding around my feet in the "feed
me" dance. I keep telling them that if they trip me and I fall and break my
neck (worse case scenario), that I *cannot* feed them. I know that if that
were to happen, none of these spoiled rotten fuzzy munchkins would even
attempt to get to a phone to call 911, but instead start nibbling on *me* to
sate their growling bellies. A few minutes before I leave, I locate Ping and
place him in a carrier, then feed the other 'starving' felines (they could
live off their fat stores for a day or two). I take Ping out to the car,
and notice that MamaKat is waiting by her food dish. So I feed her (our
garage door closes crooked, so there's a 6 inch gap on one end, food is in
the garage, so I pull the empty dish under the door, fill it and slide it
back to her. When I exit the garage by the small door and go to the car, I
notice MamaKat and *all three* of her kittens are now at the dish. It only
takes me 6 seconds to get from inside garage to the car! I might note that
since the garage door closes the way it does, it's very hard to open/close,
so we don't put a vehicle in there).

I get to TED's early, Ping yeowling all the way, so I open the carrier and
let him out to get some last minute hugs & kisses. He clambers onto my
stomach, wedging himself between me & steering wheel, purring & watching
traffic. He tries to climb up on my shoulder a couple of times, but I hold
on to him since I am paranoid about him getting away (TED's clinic is on a
major (4-lane) thoroughfare and traffic whizzes past at almost double the
posted limit of 30mph, and my car is a soft-top Jeep - easy for a
razor-sharp clawed critter to get in/out of if they were determined, or
panicked). After a bit, another of TED's clients pulls up, and takes his d*g
in to drop of for whatever procedure it is scheduled for that day, so
manage to get Ping *back* into the carrier and take him in. He is
miracuasly quiet. It's as if he knows something is up.

Once Ping is securely in his cage at the clinic, I take the empty carrier
home, a bit sad & worried about what *might* happen to the poor Ping-a-ling
(my nickname for him). When I pull into the drive, MamaKat & kittens are
still near the food dish, although not eating as they have already sated
their aching bellies, they glare at me like I'm the most foul creature
alive. I ignore them and take the empty carrier back into the house. The
remaining cats are strewn about the house in a full-tummy
that-strange-cat-is-GONE party-coma, except for Mimi, who wants to inspect
the carrier (those kittens love playing hide & seek in the carriers when
they are in the house).

Weeble's appointment is for 3:20 that afternoon, it's just his yearly
checkup & jabs. The rest of the day continues as normal: washing the
fountains & mopping the kitchen floor... watching a bit of TV between
'jobs'.

Finally it's getting close to Weeble's appointment. I clean myself up (make
sure there's not too much cat hair clinging to me), and go to round up The
Weeblenator. I get him and go to put him in one of the two carriers. One
is a Samsonite soft-sided (airline approved) that I got because I like the
shoulder strap, the other is the typical plastic one. I plan on using the
plastic one to bring Ping home in, the Samsonite for Weebs. Weeble has
other ideas. He does *not* like the idea of going in the Samsonite. He
growls, hisses, scratches and bites. I've not heard that kind of language
from him, unless we're playing wrestle-onna-tower with the fuzzy mitten. He
breaks loose and I have to chase him, and he wants to play
ring-around-the-recliner, while I don't. I finally get him out from behind
the recliner, and while he's in the middle of the living room floor, I
practically tackle him... well, pounce is more like it. Now that he's wound
up, he wants nothing to do with *either* carrier. All this commotion has
roused the others, and Mimi wants to be in the middle of it. Here I am,
carrying a fully armed furry black wrist-shredder (I have one hand under his
chest, one hand 'pinning' his back legs, and he's grabbed my wrist with his
front paws, thankfully I have on a thick sweatshirt, but he is also biting
my!, and Mimi is wanting to play in the carrier(s). I almost step on her.
Then she just stands there, blocking the carriers (I'm using the soft-sided
one to hold the door open of the plastic one). Since Weebs wouldn't go into
the soft carrier, I want him in the plastic one - heck, either one will do,
just so long as he goes into *one* of them. I finally get him, growling,
into the hard carrier. Now he's whining pitifully, as I take him out to the
Jeep. I'm also lugging the other carrier to bring Ping back in. When I
finally get on the road, Weeble starts these throaty yowls. I have *NEVER*
heard him do that, *EVER*. He's really ****ed.

When I get to the clinic, he shuts up. But while on the road, he has
managed to get *under* the kitty-bed I always put in the carrier(s) to make
them more comfortable. I'm not sure how he did that, but he's huddled in
the back, scared to death, with the kitty-bed at an angle on top of him. I
sit down in the waiting room (there's no other clients there) and *pry* him
out of the carrier. He cowers in my arms, looking around, and I can
actually *see* his nose twitching as he sniffs all the strange smells, it
makes him look more like a rabbit than a cat.

I put him back in the carrier, lest someone should open the door and he
freaks and makes a break for it. After a few minutes TED calls me in.
Again I pry Weeble out of the carrier (first he wouldn't go in, now he won't
come out). He gets weighed (10 lbs, 5.5 ounces), eyes & ears checked, TED
feels around his belly, making sure there are no major lumps, checks his
rear end (not sure why, maybe to make sure he has one?), listens to his
heart/lungs, and then he gets some wormer (I don't think he has worms, but
Mimi did once, and I'd rather be safe than sorry), and his shots. Not a
peep out of him through all this. He does leave about 1/3 his fur on the
exam table, though... and I noticed that he was purring slightly while he
got his shots.

I go back to the reception waiting, after putting Weebs back in his carrier
(no fuss this time, but he did get startled by my keys when they jangled).
Hand the empty carrier to VT for Ping, and proceed to pay for both (Ping was
$66, and Weeble $35), ouch. Get *both* carriers into the Jeep - not an
easy task as Jeeps are not very passenger/cargo friendly. Listen to both
cats complain the entire drive home. Lug both carriers into house, trying
*not* to bang them on doorways en-route as kitties are already upset enough.
Open the doors and watch as Weebs pokes head out to make sure he's *home*,
and Ping darts under my rocking chair (the old fashioned tail-pinching kind)
to hide for a bit. I sit down at my 'puter pt chat with my brother (he
lives east of Albuquerque, NM) for a bit, then notice Ping is chowing down
behind me. Good Ping.

Weeble, on he other hand, has commandeered a corner of the bed, and is
sulking. He does look appreciative of me giving him a few ear/chin
scritchies as I walk past, having forgotten all about the tantrum he threw
about going into the carrier. I might note that this is the first time I
had *ever* had trouble getting a cat to go into a carrier. It's usually
scoop-shove-slam (or zip, for the soft-sided carrier), and we're on our way.
I think it was the Samsonite carrier that freaked him - he's never been in
it before - and once he was freaked, he stayed that way. Poor spoiled
rotten baby.
--
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lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep


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Old November 9th 04, 06:08 PM
mlbriggs
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On Tue, 09 Nov 2004 17:32:10 +0000, Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:

Ping's appointment for "The Big Snip" was yesterday. Sunday night all cat
dishes were emptied so Ping wouldn't eat anything (he's been inside now for
5-6 days, we felt soooooooo sorry for him out there on the porch, his meows
were breaking our hearts. There has been some hissing & growling, but no
fights. Ping usually backs down when confronted by another cat/kitten,
unless they just want to 'sniff noses'). The other cats are *not* used to
being without food for more than a few hours' nap. Ping has also gotten
used to having food readily available (he's still bony-thin, but looking
down on him, his belly is getting round ).

Monday morning, I lay in bed a bit after DH gets up to get ready for work.
As soon as I do get up, I have *8* cats winding around my feet in the "feed
me" dance. I keep telling them that if they trip me and I fall and break my
neck (worse case scenario), that I *cannot* feed them. I know that if that
were to happen, none of these spoiled rotten fuzzy munchkins would even
attempt to get to a phone to call 911, but instead start nibbling on *me* to
sate their growling bellies. A few minutes before I leave, I locate Ping and
place him in a carrier, then feed the other 'starving' felines (they could
live off their fat stores for a day or two). I take Ping out to the car,
and notice that MamaKat is waiting by her food dish. So I feed her (our
garage door closes crooked, so there's a 6 inch gap on one end, food is in
the garage, so I pull the empty dish under the door, fill it and slide it
back to her. When I exit the garage by the small door and go to the car, I
notice MamaKat and *all three* of her kittens are now at the dish. It only
takes me 6 seconds to get from inside garage to the car! I might note that
since the garage door closes the way it does, it's very hard to open/close,
so we don't put a vehicle in there).

I get to TED's early, Ping yeowling all the way, so I open the carrier and
let him out to get some last minute hugs & kisses. He clambers onto my
stomach, wedging himself between me & steering wheel, purring & watching
traffic. He tries to climb up on my shoulder a couple of times, but I hold
on to him since I am paranoid about him getting away (TED's clinic is on a
major (4-lane) thoroughfare and traffic whizzes past at almost double the
posted limit of 30mph, and my car is a soft-top Jeep - easy for a
razor-sharp clawed critter to get in/out of if they were determined, or
panicked). After a bit, another of TED's clients pulls up, and takes his d*g
in to drop of for whatever procedure it is scheduled for that day, so
manage to get Ping *back* into the carrier and take him in. He is
miracuasly quiet. It's as if he knows something is up.

Once Ping is securely in his cage at the clinic, I take the empty carrier
home, a bit sad & worried about what *might* happen to the poor Ping-a-ling
(my nickname for him). When I pull into the drive, MamaKat & kittens are
still near the food dish, although not eating as they have already sated
their aching bellies, they glare at me like I'm the most foul creature
alive. I ignore them and take the empty carrier back into the house. The
remaining cats are strewn about the house in a full-tummy
that-strange-cat-is-GONE party-coma, except for Mimi, who wants to inspect
the carrier (those kittens love playing hide & seek in the carriers when
they are in the house).

Weeble's appointment is for 3:20 that afternoon, it's just his yearly
checkup & jabs. The rest of the day continues as normal: washing the
fountains & mopping the kitchen floor... watching a bit of TV between
'jobs'.

Finally it's getting close to Weeble's appointment. I clean myself up (make
sure there's not too much cat hair clinging to me), and go to round up The
Weeblenator. I get him and go to put him in one of the two carriers. One
is a Samsonite soft-sided (airline approved) that I got because I like the
shoulder strap, the other is the typical plastic one. I plan on using the
plastic one to bring Ping home in, the Samsonite for Weebs. Weeble has
other ideas. He does *not* like the idea of going in the Samsonite. He
growls, hisses, scratches and bites. I've not heard that kind of language
from him, unless we're playing wrestle-onna-tower with the fuzzy mitten. He
breaks loose and I have to chase him, and he wants to play
ring-around-the-recliner, while I don't. I finally get him out from behind
the recliner, and while he's in the middle of the living room floor, I
practically tackle him... well, pounce is more like it. Now that he's wound
up, he wants nothing to do with *either* carrier. All this commotion has
roused the others, and Mimi wants to be in the middle of it. Here I am,
carrying a fully armed furry black wrist-shredder (I have one hand under his
chest, one hand 'pinning' his back legs, and he's grabbed my wrist with his
front paws, thankfully I have on a thick sweatshirt, but he is also biting
my!, and Mimi is wanting to play in the carrier(s). I almost step on her.
Then she just stands there, blocking the carriers (I'm using the soft-sided
one to hold the door open of the plastic one). Since Weebs wouldn't go into
the soft carrier, I want him in the plastic one - heck, either one will do,
just so long as he goes into *one* of them. I finally get him, growling,
into the hard carrier. Now he's whining pitifully, as I take him out to the
Jeep. I'm also lugging the other carrier to bring Ping back in. When I
finally get on the road, Weeble starts these throaty yowls. I have *NEVER*
heard him do that, *EVER*. He's really ****ed.

When I get to the clinic, he shuts up. But while on the road, he has
managed to get *under* the kitty-bed I always put in the carrier(s) to make
them more comfortable. I'm not sure how he did that, but he's huddled in
the back, scared to death, with the kitty-bed at an angle on top of him. I
sit down in the waiting room (there's no other clients there) and *pry* him
out of the carrier. He cowers in my arms, looking around, and I can
actually *see* his nose twitching as he sniffs all the strange smells, it
makes him look more like a rabbit than a cat.

I put him back in the carrier, lest someone should open the door and he
freaks and makes a break for it. After a few minutes TED calls me in.
Again I pry Weeble out of the carrier (first he wouldn't go in, now he won't
come out). He gets weighed (10 lbs, 5.5 ounces), eyes & ears checked, TED
feels around his belly, making sure there are no major lumps, checks his
rear end (not sure why, maybe to make sure he has one?), listens to his
heart/lungs, and then he gets some wormer (I don't think he has worms, but
Mimi did once, and I'd rather be safe than sorry), and his shots. Not a
peep out of him through all this. He does leave about 1/3 his fur on the
exam table, though... and I noticed that he was purring slightly while he
got his shots.

I go back to the reception waiting, after putting Weebs back in his carrier
(no fuss this time, but he did get startled by my keys when they jangled).
Hand the empty carrier to VT for Ping, and proceed to pay for both (Ping was
$66, and Weeble $35), ouch. Get *both* carriers into the Jeep - not an
easy task as Jeeps are not very passenger/cargo friendly. Listen to both
cats complain the entire drive home. Lug both carriers into house, trying
*not* to bang them on doorways en-route as kitties are already upset enough.
Open the doors and watch as Weebs pokes head out to make sure he's *home*,
and Ping darts under my rocking chair (the old fashioned tail-pinching kind)
to hide for a bit. I sit down at my 'puter pt chat with my brother (he
lives east of Albuquerque, NM) for a bit, then notice Ping is chowing down
behind me. Good Ping.

Weeble, on he other hand, has commandeered a corner of the bed, and is
sulking. He does look appreciative of me giving him a few ear/chin
scritchies as I walk past, having forgotten all about the tantrum he threw
about going into the carrier. I might note that this is the first time I
had *ever* had trouble getting a cat to go into a carrier. It's usually
scoop-shove-slam (or zip, for the soft-sided carrier), and we're on our way.
I think it was the Samsonite carrier that freaked him - he's never been in
it before - and once he was freaked, he stayed that way. Poor spoiled
rotten baby.
--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep




We are purring for Ping and Weeble -- poor abused babies. Going to Ted is
tough stuff. MLB

  #3  
Old November 9th 04, 06:08 PM
mlbriggs
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On Tue, 09 Nov 2004 17:32:10 +0000, Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:

Ping's appointment for "The Big Snip" was yesterday. Sunday night all cat
dishes were emptied so Ping wouldn't eat anything (he's been inside now for
5-6 days, we felt soooooooo sorry for him out there on the porch, his meows
were breaking our hearts. There has been some hissing & growling, but no
fights. Ping usually backs down when confronted by another cat/kitten,
unless they just want to 'sniff noses'). The other cats are *not* used to
being without food for more than a few hours' nap. Ping has also gotten
used to having food readily available (he's still bony-thin, but looking
down on him, his belly is getting round ).

Monday morning, I lay in bed a bit after DH gets up to get ready for work.
As soon as I do get up, I have *8* cats winding around my feet in the "feed
me" dance. I keep telling them that if they trip me and I fall and break my
neck (worse case scenario), that I *cannot* feed them. I know that if that
were to happen, none of these spoiled rotten fuzzy munchkins would even
attempt to get to a phone to call 911, but instead start nibbling on *me* to
sate their growling bellies. A few minutes before I leave, I locate Ping and
place him in a carrier, then feed the other 'starving' felines (they could
live off their fat stores for a day or two). I take Ping out to the car,
and notice that MamaKat is waiting by her food dish. So I feed her (our
garage door closes crooked, so there's a 6 inch gap on one end, food is in
the garage, so I pull the empty dish under the door, fill it and slide it
back to her. When I exit the garage by the small door and go to the car, I
notice MamaKat and *all three* of her kittens are now at the dish. It only
takes me 6 seconds to get from inside garage to the car! I might note that
since the garage door closes the way it does, it's very hard to open/close,
so we don't put a vehicle in there).

I get to TED's early, Ping yeowling all the way, so I open the carrier and
let him out to get some last minute hugs & kisses. He clambers onto my
stomach, wedging himself between me & steering wheel, purring & watching
traffic. He tries to climb up on my shoulder a couple of times, but I hold
on to him since I am paranoid about him getting away (TED's clinic is on a
major (4-lane) thoroughfare and traffic whizzes past at almost double the
posted limit of 30mph, and my car is a soft-top Jeep - easy for a
razor-sharp clawed critter to get in/out of if they were determined, or
panicked). After a bit, another of TED's clients pulls up, and takes his d*g
in to drop of for whatever procedure it is scheduled for that day, so
manage to get Ping *back* into the carrier and take him in. He is
miracuasly quiet. It's as if he knows something is up.

Once Ping is securely in his cage at the clinic, I take the empty carrier
home, a bit sad & worried about what *might* happen to the poor Ping-a-ling
(my nickname for him). When I pull into the drive, MamaKat & kittens are
still near the food dish, although not eating as they have already sated
their aching bellies, they glare at me like I'm the most foul creature
alive. I ignore them and take the empty carrier back into the house. The
remaining cats are strewn about the house in a full-tummy
that-strange-cat-is-GONE party-coma, except for Mimi, who wants to inspect
the carrier (those kittens love playing hide & seek in the carriers when
they are in the house).

Weeble's appointment is for 3:20 that afternoon, it's just his yearly
checkup & jabs. The rest of the day continues as normal: washing the
fountains & mopping the kitchen floor... watching a bit of TV between
'jobs'.

Finally it's getting close to Weeble's appointment. I clean myself up (make
sure there's not too much cat hair clinging to me), and go to round up The
Weeblenator. I get him and go to put him in one of the two carriers. One
is a Samsonite soft-sided (airline approved) that I got because I like the
shoulder strap, the other is the typical plastic one. I plan on using the
plastic one to bring Ping home in, the Samsonite for Weebs. Weeble has
other ideas. He does *not* like the idea of going in the Samsonite. He
growls, hisses, scratches and bites. I've not heard that kind of language
from him, unless we're playing wrestle-onna-tower with the fuzzy mitten. He
breaks loose and I have to chase him, and he wants to play
ring-around-the-recliner, while I don't. I finally get him out from behind
the recliner, and while he's in the middle of the living room floor, I
practically tackle him... well, pounce is more like it. Now that he's wound
up, he wants nothing to do with *either* carrier. All this commotion has
roused the others, and Mimi wants to be in the middle of it. Here I am,
carrying a fully armed furry black wrist-shredder (I have one hand under his
chest, one hand 'pinning' his back legs, and he's grabbed my wrist with his
front paws, thankfully I have on a thick sweatshirt, but he is also biting
my!, and Mimi is wanting to play in the carrier(s). I almost step on her.
Then she just stands there, blocking the carriers (I'm using the soft-sided
one to hold the door open of the plastic one). Since Weebs wouldn't go into
the soft carrier, I want him in the plastic one - heck, either one will do,
just so long as he goes into *one* of them. I finally get him, growling,
into the hard carrier. Now he's whining pitifully, as I take him out to the
Jeep. I'm also lugging the other carrier to bring Ping back in. When I
finally get on the road, Weeble starts these throaty yowls. I have *NEVER*
heard him do that, *EVER*. He's really ****ed.

When I get to the clinic, he shuts up. But while on the road, he has
managed to get *under* the kitty-bed I always put in the carrier(s) to make
them more comfortable. I'm not sure how he did that, but he's huddled in
the back, scared to death, with the kitty-bed at an angle on top of him. I
sit down in the waiting room (there's no other clients there) and *pry* him
out of the carrier. He cowers in my arms, looking around, and I can
actually *see* his nose twitching as he sniffs all the strange smells, it
makes him look more like a rabbit than a cat.

I put him back in the carrier, lest someone should open the door and he
freaks and makes a break for it. After a few minutes TED calls me in.
Again I pry Weeble out of the carrier (first he wouldn't go in, now he won't
come out). He gets weighed (10 lbs, 5.5 ounces), eyes & ears checked, TED
feels around his belly, making sure there are no major lumps, checks his
rear end (not sure why, maybe to make sure he has one?), listens to his
heart/lungs, and then he gets some wormer (I don't think he has worms, but
Mimi did once, and I'd rather be safe than sorry), and his shots. Not a
peep out of him through all this. He does leave about 1/3 his fur on the
exam table, though... and I noticed that he was purring slightly while he
got his shots.

I go back to the reception waiting, after putting Weebs back in his carrier
(no fuss this time, but he did get startled by my keys when they jangled).
Hand the empty carrier to VT for Ping, and proceed to pay for both (Ping was
$66, and Weeble $35), ouch. Get *both* carriers into the Jeep - not an
easy task as Jeeps are not very passenger/cargo friendly. Listen to both
cats complain the entire drive home. Lug both carriers into house, trying
*not* to bang them on doorways en-route as kitties are already upset enough.
Open the doors and watch as Weebs pokes head out to make sure he's *home*,
and Ping darts under my rocking chair (the old fashioned tail-pinching kind)
to hide for a bit. I sit down at my 'puter pt chat with my brother (he
lives east of Albuquerque, NM) for a bit, then notice Ping is chowing down
behind me. Good Ping.

Weeble, on he other hand, has commandeered a corner of the bed, and is
sulking. He does look appreciative of me giving him a few ear/chin
scritchies as I walk past, having forgotten all about the tantrum he threw
about going into the carrier. I might note that this is the first time I
had *ever* had trouble getting a cat to go into a carrier. It's usually
scoop-shove-slam (or zip, for the soft-sided carrier), and we're on our way.
I think it was the Samsonite carrier that freaked him - he's never been in
it before - and once he was freaked, he stayed that way. Poor spoiled
rotten baby.
--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep




We are purring for Ping and Weeble -- poor abused babies. Going to Ted is
tough stuff. MLB

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Old November 10th 04, 02:38 AM
Enfilade
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We are purring for Ping and Weeble -- poor abused babies. Going to Ted is
tough stuff. MLB


Poor Ping! This is the price you pay for a properly-caring family!

Is he in with your other cats yet?

--Fil
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Old November 10th 04, 02:38 AM
Enfilade
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We are purring for Ping and Weeble -- poor abused babies. Going to Ted is
tough stuff. MLB


Poor Ping! This is the price you pay for a properly-caring family!

Is he in with your other cats yet?

--Fil
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Old November 10th 04, 07:32 AM
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MamaKat had *another* litter of kittens? When did this happen? Am I
missing something? Suddenly I feel like I'm out of the loop around
here.
Purrs for Ping and Weeble,
--
Britta
Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's
covered in fur!
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album



"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote in message
news:[email protected]_s52...
Ping's appointment for "The Big Snip" was yesterday. Sunday night

all cat
dishes were emptied so Ping wouldn't eat anything (he's been inside

now for
5-6 days, we felt soooooooo sorry for him out there on the porch,

his meows
were breaking our hearts. There has been some hissing & growling,

but no
fights. Ping usually backs down when confronted by another

cat/kitten,
unless they just want to 'sniff noses'). The other cats are *not*

used to
being without food for more than a few hours' nap. Ping has also

gotten
used to having food readily available (he's still bony-thin, but

looking
down on him, his belly is getting round ).

Monday morning, I lay in bed a bit after DH gets up to get ready for

work.
As soon as I do get up, I have *8* cats winding around my feet in

the "feed
me" dance. I keep telling them that if they trip me and I fall and

break my
neck (worse case scenario), that I *cannot* feed them. I know that

if that
were to happen, none of these spoiled rotten fuzzy munchkins would

even
attempt to get to a phone to call 911, but instead start nibbling on

*me* to
sate their growling bellies. A few minutes before I leave, I locate

Ping and
place him in a carrier, then feed the other 'starving' felines (they

could
live off their fat stores for a day or two). I take Ping out to the

car,
and notice that MamaKat is waiting by her food dish. So I feed her

(our
garage door closes crooked, so there's a 6 inch gap on one end, food

is in
the garage, so I pull the empty dish under the door, fill it and

slide it
back to her. When I exit the garage by the small door and go to the

car, I
notice MamaKat and *all three* of her kittens are now at the dish.

It only
takes me 6 seconds to get from inside garage to the car! I might

note that
since the garage door closes the way it does, it's very hard to

open/close,
so we don't put a vehicle in there).

I get to TED's early, Ping yeowling all the way, so I open the

carrier and
let him out to get some last minute hugs & kisses. He clambers onto

my
stomach, wedging himself between me & steering wheel, purring &

watching
traffic. He tries to climb up on my shoulder a couple of times, but

I hold
on to him since I am paranoid about him getting away (TED's clinic

is on a
major (4-lane) thoroughfare and traffic whizzes past at almost

double the
posted limit of 30mph, and my car is a soft-top Jeep - easy for a
razor-sharp clawed critter to get in/out of if they were determined,

or
panicked). After a bit, another of TED's clients pulls up, and takes

his d*g
in to drop of for whatever procedure it is scheduled for that day,

so
manage to get Ping *back* into the carrier and take him in. He is
miracuasly quiet. It's as if he knows something is up.

Once Ping is securely in his cage at the clinic, I take the empty

carrier
home, a bit sad & worried about what *might* happen to the poor

Ping-a-ling
(my nickname for him). When I pull into the drive, MamaKat &

kittens are
still near the food dish, although not eating as they have already

sated
their aching bellies, they glare at me like I'm the most foul

creature
alive. I ignore them and take the empty carrier back into the

house. The
remaining cats are strewn about the house in a full-tummy
that-strange-cat-is-GONE party-coma, except for Mimi, who wants to

inspect
the carrier (those kittens love playing hide & seek in the carriers

when
they are in the house).

Weeble's appointment is for 3:20 that afternoon, it's just his

yearly
checkup & jabs. The rest of the day continues as normal: washing

the
fountains & mopping the kitchen floor... watching a bit of TV

between
'jobs'.

Finally it's getting close to Weeble's appointment. I clean myself

up (make
sure there's not too much cat hair clinging to me), and go to round

up The
Weeblenator. I get him and go to put him in one of the two

carriers. One
is a Samsonite soft-sided (airline approved) that I got because I

like the
shoulder strap, the other is the typical plastic one. I plan on

using the
plastic one to bring Ping home in, the Samsonite for Weebs. Weeble

has
other ideas. He does *not* like the idea of going in the Samsonite.

He
growls, hisses, scratches and bites. I've not heard that kind of

language
from him, unless we're playing wrestle-onna-tower with the fuzzy

mitten. He
breaks loose and I have to chase him, and he wants to play
ring-around-the-recliner, while I don't. I finally get him out from

behind
the recliner, and while he's in the middle of the living room floor,

I
practically tackle him... well, pounce is more like it. Now that

he's wound
up, he wants nothing to do with *either* carrier. All this

commotion has
roused the others, and Mimi wants to be in the middle of it. Here I

am,
carrying a fully armed furry black wrist-shredder (I have one hand

under his
chest, one hand 'pinning' his back legs, and he's grabbed my wrist

with his
front paws, thankfully I have on a thick sweatshirt, but he is also

biting
my!, and Mimi is wanting to play in the carrier(s). I almost step

on her.
Then she just stands there, blocking the carriers (I'm using the

soft-sided
one to hold the door open of the plastic one). Since Weebs wouldn't

go into
the soft carrier, I want him in the plastic one - heck, either one

will do,
just so long as he goes into *one* of them. I finally get him,

growling,
into the hard carrier. Now he's whining pitifully, as I take him

out to the
Jeep. I'm also lugging the other carrier to bring Ping back in.

When I
finally get on the road, Weeble starts these throaty yowls. I have

*NEVER*
heard him do that, *EVER*. He's really ****ed.

When I get to the clinic, he shuts up. But while on the road, he

has
managed to get *under* the kitty-bed I always put in the carrier(s)

to make
them more comfortable. I'm not sure how he did that, but he's

huddled in
the back, scared to death, with the kitty-bed at an angle on top of

him. I
sit down in the waiting room (there's no other clients there) and

*pry* him
out of the carrier. He cowers in my arms, looking around, and I can
actually *see* his nose twitching as he sniffs all the strange

smells, it
makes him look more like a rabbit than a cat.

I put him back in the carrier, lest someone should open the door and

he
freaks and makes a break for it. After a few minutes TED calls me

in.
Again I pry Weeble out of the carrier (first he wouldn't go in, now

he won't
come out). He gets weighed (10 lbs, 5.5 ounces), eyes & ears

checked, TED
feels around his belly, making sure there are no major lumps, checks

his
rear end (not sure why, maybe to make sure he has one?), listens to

his
heart/lungs, and then he gets some wormer (I don't think he has

worms, but
Mimi did once, and I'd rather be safe than sorry), and his shots.

Not a
peep out of him through all this. He does leave about 1/3 his fur

on the
exam table, though... and I noticed that he was purring slightly

while he
got his shots.

I go back to the reception waiting, after putting Weebs back in his

carrier
(no fuss this time, but he did get startled by my keys when they

jangled).
Hand the empty carrier to VT for Ping, and proceed to pay for both

(Ping was
$66, and Weeble $35), ouch. Get *both* carriers into the Jeep -

not an
easy task as Jeeps are not very passenger/cargo friendly. Listen to

both
cats complain the entire drive home. Lug both carriers into house,

trying
*not* to bang them on doorways en-route as kitties are already upset

enough.
Open the doors and watch as Weebs pokes head out to make sure he's

*home*,
and Ping darts under my rocking chair (the old fashioned

tail-pinching kind)
to hide for a bit. I sit down at my 'puter pt chat with my brother

(he
lives east of Albuquerque, NM) for a bit, then notice Ping is

chowing down
behind me. Good Ping.

Weeble, on he other hand, has commandeered a corner of the bed, and

is
sulking. He does look appreciative of me giving him a few ear/chin
scritchies as I walk past, having forgotten all about the tantrum he

threw
about going into the carrier. I might note that this is the first

time I
had *ever* had trouble getting a cat to go into a carrier. It's

usually
scoop-shove-slam (or zip, for the soft-sided carrier), and we're on

our way.
I think it was the Samsonite carrier that freaked him - he's never

been in
it before - and once he was freaked, he stayed that way. Poor

spoiled
rotten baby.
--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy

former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep




  #7  
Old November 10th 04, 07:32 AM
badwilson
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MamaKat had *another* litter of kittens? When did this happen? Am I
missing something? Suddenly I feel like I'm out of the loop around
here.
Purrs for Ping and Weeble,
--
Britta
Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's
covered in fur!
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album



"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote in message
news:[email protected]_s52...
Ping's appointment for "The Big Snip" was yesterday. Sunday night

all cat
dishes were emptied so Ping wouldn't eat anything (he's been inside

now for
5-6 days, we felt soooooooo sorry for him out there on the porch,

his meows
were breaking our hearts. There has been some hissing & growling,

but no
fights. Ping usually backs down when confronted by another

cat/kitten,
unless they just want to 'sniff noses'). The other cats are *not*

used to
being without food for more than a few hours' nap. Ping has also

gotten
used to having food readily available (he's still bony-thin, but

looking
down on him, his belly is getting round ).

Monday morning, I lay in bed a bit after DH gets up to get ready for

work.
As soon as I do get up, I have *8* cats winding around my feet in

the "feed
me" dance. I keep telling them that if they trip me and I fall and

break my
neck (worse case scenario), that I *cannot* feed them. I know that

if that
were to happen, none of these spoiled rotten fuzzy munchkins would

even
attempt to get to a phone to call 911, but instead start nibbling on

*me* to
sate their growling bellies. A few minutes before I leave, I locate

Ping and
place him in a carrier, then feed the other 'starving' felines (they

could
live off their fat stores for a day or two). I take Ping out to the

car,
and notice that MamaKat is waiting by her food dish. So I feed her

(our
garage door closes crooked, so there's a 6 inch gap on one end, food

is in
the garage, so I pull the empty dish under the door, fill it and

slide it
back to her. When I exit the garage by the small door and go to the

car, I
notice MamaKat and *all three* of her kittens are now at the dish.

It only
takes me 6 seconds to get from inside garage to the car! I might

note that
since the garage door closes the way it does, it's very hard to

open/close,
so we don't put a vehicle in there).

I get to TED's early, Ping yeowling all the way, so I open the

carrier and
let him out to get some last minute hugs & kisses. He clambers onto

my
stomach, wedging himself between me & steering wheel, purring &

watching
traffic. He tries to climb up on my shoulder a couple of times, but

I hold
on to him since I am paranoid about him getting away (TED's clinic

is on a
major (4-lane) thoroughfare and traffic whizzes past at almost

double the
posted limit of 30mph, and my car is a soft-top Jeep - easy for a
razor-sharp clawed critter to get in/out of if they were determined,

or
panicked). After a bit, another of TED's clients pulls up, and takes

his d*g
in to drop of for whatever procedure it is scheduled for that day,

so
manage to get Ping *back* into the carrier and take him in. He is
miracuasly quiet. It's as if he knows something is up.

Once Ping is securely in his cage at the clinic, I take the empty

carrier
home, a bit sad & worried about what *might* happen to the poor

Ping-a-ling
(my nickname for him). When I pull into the drive, MamaKat &

kittens are
still near the food dish, although not eating as they have already

sated
their aching bellies, they glare at me like I'm the most foul

creature
alive. I ignore them and take the empty carrier back into the

house. The
remaining cats are strewn about the house in a full-tummy
that-strange-cat-is-GONE party-coma, except for Mimi, who wants to

inspect
the carrier (those kittens love playing hide & seek in the carriers

when
they are in the house).

Weeble's appointment is for 3:20 that afternoon, it's just his

yearly
checkup & jabs. The rest of the day continues as normal: washing

the
fountains & mopping the kitchen floor... watching a bit of TV

between
'jobs'.

Finally it's getting close to Weeble's appointment. I clean myself

up (make
sure there's not too much cat hair clinging to me), and go to round

up The
Weeblenator. I get him and go to put him in one of the two

carriers. One
is a Samsonite soft-sided (airline approved) that I got because I

like the
shoulder strap, the other is the typical plastic one. I plan on

using the
plastic one to bring Ping home in, the Samsonite for Weebs. Weeble

has
other ideas. He does *not* like the idea of going in the Samsonite.

He
growls, hisses, scratches and bites. I've not heard that kind of

language
from him, unless we're playing wrestle-onna-tower with the fuzzy

mitten. He
breaks loose and I have to chase him, and he wants to play
ring-around-the-recliner, while I don't. I finally get him out from

behind
the recliner, and while he's in the middle of the living room floor,

I
practically tackle him... well, pounce is more like it. Now that

he's wound
up, he wants nothing to do with *either* carrier. All this

commotion has
roused the others, and Mimi wants to be in the middle of it. Here I

am,
carrying a fully armed furry black wrist-shredder (I have one hand

under his
chest, one hand 'pinning' his back legs, and he's grabbed my wrist

with his
front paws, thankfully I have on a thick sweatshirt, but he is also

biting
my!, and Mimi is wanting to play in the carrier(s). I almost step

on her.
Then she just stands there, blocking the carriers (I'm using the

soft-sided
one to hold the door open of the plastic one). Since Weebs wouldn't

go into
the soft carrier, I want him in the plastic one - heck, either one

will do,
just so long as he goes into *one* of them. I finally get him,

growling,
into the hard carrier. Now he's whining pitifully, as I take him

out to the
Jeep. I'm also lugging the other carrier to bring Ping back in.

When I
finally get on the road, Weeble starts these throaty yowls. I have

*NEVER*
heard him do that, *EVER*. He's really ****ed.

When I get to the clinic, he shuts up. But while on the road, he

has
managed to get *under* the kitty-bed I always put in the carrier(s)

to make
them more comfortable. I'm not sure how he did that, but he's

huddled in
the back, scared to death, with the kitty-bed at an angle on top of

him. I
sit down in the waiting room (there's no other clients there) and

*pry* him
out of the carrier. He cowers in my arms, looking around, and I can
actually *see* his nose twitching as he sniffs all the strange

smells, it
makes him look more like a rabbit than a cat.

I put him back in the carrier, lest someone should open the door and

he
freaks and makes a break for it. After a few minutes TED calls me

in.
Again I pry Weeble out of the carrier (first he wouldn't go in, now

he won't
come out). He gets weighed (10 lbs, 5.5 ounces), eyes & ears

checked, TED
feels around his belly, making sure there are no major lumps, checks

his
rear end (not sure why, maybe to make sure he has one?), listens to

his
heart/lungs, and then he gets some wormer (I don't think he has

worms, but
Mimi did once, and I'd rather be safe than sorry), and his shots.

Not a
peep out of him through all this. He does leave about 1/3 his fur

on the
exam table, though... and I noticed that he was purring slightly

while he
got his shots.

I go back to the reception waiting, after putting Weebs back in his

carrier
(no fuss this time, but he did get startled by my keys when they

jangled).
Hand the empty carrier to VT for Ping, and proceed to pay for both

(Ping was
$66, and Weeble $35), ouch. Get *both* carriers into the Jeep -

not an
easy task as Jeeps are not very passenger/cargo friendly. Listen to

both
cats complain the entire drive home. Lug both carriers into house,

trying
*not* to bang them on doorways en-route as kitties are already upset

enough.
Open the doors and watch as Weebs pokes head out to make sure he's

*home*,
and Ping darts under my rocking chair (the old fashioned

tail-pinching kind)
to hide for a bit. I sit down at my 'puter pt chat with my brother

(he
lives east of Albuquerque, NM) for a bit, then notice Ping is

chowing down
behind me. Good Ping.

Weeble, on he other hand, has commandeered a corner of the bed, and

is
sulking. He does look appreciative of me giving him a few ear/chin
scritchies as I walk past, having forgotten all about the tantrum he

threw
about going into the carrier. I might note that this is the first

time I
had *ever* had trouble getting a cat to go into a carrier. It's

usually
scoop-shove-slam (or zip, for the soft-sided carrier), and we're on

our way.
I think it was the Samsonite carrier that freaked him - he's never

been in
it before - and once he was freaked, he stayed that way. Poor

spoiled
rotten baby.
--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy

former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep




  #8  
Old November 10th 04, 01:04 PM
jmcquown
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Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
Ping's appointment for "The Big Snip" was yesterday. Sunday night
all cat dishes were emptied so Ping wouldn't eat anything (he's been
inside now for 5-6 days, we felt soooooooo sorry for him out there on
the porch, his meows were breaking our hearts. There has been some
hissing & growling, but no fights. Ping usually backs down when
confronted by another cat/kitten, unless they just want to 'sniff
noses'). The other cats are *not* used to being without food for
more than a few hours' nap. Ping has also gotten used to having food
readily available (he's still bony-thin, but looking down on him, his
belly is getting round ).

Weeble's appointment is for 3:20 that afternoon, it's just his yearly
checkup & jabs. The rest of the day continues as normal: washing the
fountains & mopping the kitchen floor... watching a bit of TV between
'jobs'.

Finally it's getting close to Weeble's appointment. I clean myself
up (make sure there's not too much cat hair clinging to me),


Like this would be an unusual sight at da smelly place? G

and go
to round up The Weeblenator. I get him and go to put him in one of
the two carriers. One is a Samsonite soft-sided (airline approved)
that I got because I like the shoulder strap, the other is the
typical plastic one. I plan on using the plastic one to bring Ping
home in, the Samsonite for Weebs. Weeble has other ideas. He does
*not* like the idea of going in the Samsonite.


Awwwww! Persia feels sad for Weeble, but says to tell him she has one of
those carriers too. She says doesn't like it but it's more comfy than the
plastic ones.

Jill


  #9  
Old November 10th 04, 01:04 PM
jmcquown
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Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
Ping's appointment for "The Big Snip" was yesterday. Sunday night
all cat dishes were emptied so Ping wouldn't eat anything (he's been
inside now for 5-6 days, we felt soooooooo sorry for him out there on
the porch, his meows were breaking our hearts. There has been some
hissing & growling, but no fights. Ping usually backs down when
confronted by another cat/kitten, unless they just want to 'sniff
noses'). The other cats are *not* used to being without food for
more than a few hours' nap. Ping has also gotten used to having food
readily available (he's still bony-thin, but looking down on him, his
belly is getting round ).

Weeble's appointment is for 3:20 that afternoon, it's just his yearly
checkup & jabs. The rest of the day continues as normal: washing the
fountains & mopping the kitchen floor... watching a bit of TV between
'jobs'.

Finally it's getting close to Weeble's appointment. I clean myself
up (make sure there's not too much cat hair clinging to me),


Like this would be an unusual sight at da smelly place? G

and go
to round up The Weeblenator. I get him and go to put him in one of
the two carriers. One is a Samsonite soft-sided (airline approved)
that I got because I like the shoulder strap, the other is the
typical plastic one. I plan on using the plastic one to bring Ping
home in, the Samsonite for Weebs. Weeble has other ideas. He does
*not* like the idea of going in the Samsonite.


Awwwww! Persia feels sad for Weeble, but says to tell him she has one of
those carriers too. She says doesn't like it but it's more comfy than the
plastic ones.

Jill


  #10  
Old November 10th 04, 01:29 PM
Magic Mood Jeep©
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jmcquown wrote:
Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
Ping's appointment for "The Big Snip" was yesterday. Sunday night
all cat dishes were emptied so Ping wouldn't eat anything (he's been
inside now for 5-6 days, we felt soooooooo sorry for him out there on
the porch, his meows were breaking our hearts. There has been some
hissing & growling, but no fights. Ping usually backs down when
confronted by another cat/kitten, unless they just want to 'sniff
noses'). The other cats are *not* used to being without food for
more than a few hours' nap. Ping has also gotten used to having food
readily available (he's still bony-thin, but looking down on him, his
belly is getting round ).

Weeble's appointment is for 3:20 that afternoon, it's just his yearly
checkup & jabs. The rest of the day continues as normal: washing
the fountains & mopping the kitchen floor... watching a bit of TV
between 'jobs'.

Finally it's getting close to Weeble's appointment. I clean myself
up (make sure there's not too much cat hair clinging to me),


Like this would be an unusual sight at da smelly place? G

and go
to round up The Weeblenator. I get him and go to put him in one of
the two carriers. One is a Samsonite soft-sided (airline approved)
that I got because I like the shoulder strap, the other is the
typical plastic one. I plan on using the plastic one to bring Ping
home in, the Samsonite for Weebs. Weeble has other ideas. He does
*not* like the idea of going in the Samsonite.


Awwwww! Persia feels sad for Weeble, but says to tell him she has
one of those carriers too. She says doesn't like it but it's more
comfy than the plastic ones.

Jill



Weeble says he will email Persia and tell *his* side of the story later. I
get the feeling that it's not very flattering for me

--?
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lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy
former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)© email me at
nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep



 




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