Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
I keep throwing up; especially in the wee small hours of the morning when the big-cats and I are asleep. It wakes us up, so we're all a little grumpy.
So this morning, I got stuffed in my crate again and taken back to the vet. I got a cat-gravol shot in my bum. Because I'm not feeling too well, I wasn't able to draw any blood from the needle-lady but I did tell her I wasn't enjoying it.
Which brings me to the reason for my post. I've heard that if you smoke marijuana, it will help relieve the symptoms of nausea.
So does anyone know where I can find some catabis?
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I've been walking with a limp since yesterday's vet visit. My right front paw has been very sore since my appointment. I think the evil vet cut one of my claws a little too short and it hurts to put weight on it.
My big-cats think I'm faking it; or at least making more of my injury in order to get more Fancy Feasts....which isn't a bad idea. I wonder if I can get a mail order cast?
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
While that isn't funny, if I wasn't so nauseous, I would be laughing at the big-cats as they chase after me at 4 a.m.; trying to catch my vomit in a bright yellow Frisbee so that they don't have to wash the sheets or the rug again.
Since I'm not getting better, I had to go to the vet again today. It started off okay, I came out of my cage and sat on the examination table without hissing or growling (much) at the vet; but frankly, I just didn't have the energy.
But after a little while of squeezing and pressing and touching, the vet decided that I needed some more tests done. She took me in the back room, sent my Big-Cat away, and then pulled out the needle! I told her in no uncertain terms that the needle was not a good idea. We had a bit of a stand off before I was jumped from behind by someone else in scrubs. That's when I lost it.
I started screaming and yelling and hissing...so much that the vet and her assistant got a little scared and backed off for a minute. I thought I was safe but I was jumped by another scrub wearer (no wait, it was ten more scrub wearers...all of them really big) who wrestled me to the ground and...well they wrestled me to the ground and cut my nails. All of them.
After that, deprived of my main weapons, I lost the stomach for a physical fight with them...but I still let them have in with my mouth. I said such things to them my Big-Cat told me that the clinic's deaf 17 year old cat Felix looked up in shock at what he was hearing.
They ended up taking a blood and urine sample and gave me a shot of cat-gravol. Then I was put back in my cage where my Big-Cat had added a new catnip mousey...and then he sprung me from the clinic.
After getting home, I got some good petting, a brushing, and a Fancy Feast.
Tomorrow the tests come back and if I have to go back to the clinic, I'll be ready this time.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Dr Clark (the doctor for my bffs Tex and Maggie) phoned my big-cats last night to tell them I had E. Coli in my system and as a result, there is a chance I may have Encephalitis. So it's official, I'm a sick kitty!!!
If I do have Encephalitis it would explain my seizures and my general feeling of blech. And the good news is that both the E. Coli and the Encephalitis can be treated with an antibiotic. The bad news is that I have to take this antibiotic for three weeks.
My big-cats have elected to try to give me the antibiotic in pill form (once per day). They are going to try to hide the pill in a cat treat (aka a pill pocket); similar to how their friend Nancy gives her cat a pill.
The first attempt to trick me is tonight. I will let you know how
Monday, September 13, 2010
I'm glad the monster doesn't like Fancy Feast.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
My big-cats are going to try to give me some medicine to treat some of my symptoms (good luck to them) ...and if that doesn't cure what ails me, then my problem is likely a brain tumor.
My paws are crossed; and in the meantime, I get Fancy Feast twice per day...score!!!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
My day started out well. My Middle-Cat was sick so I got to sleep beside her to try and make her feel better. Around noon we got up and lay on the couches upstairs.
A little after 3pm, I started to feel sick so I got off the couch to go downstairs. All of a sudden I started to have a seizure and lay convulsing on the floor for a minute or two. When it stopped, I couldn't move my back legs....it was very scary.
My Middle-Cat ran downstairs and got my cat-carrier and took me to the vet. Dr Stacy wasn't in (she lives in Toronto now) but they still poked and prodded me...then they took some of my blood; and gave me a shot of some calm-down-potion. I started to feel much better and my back legs started to work again...and then the Big-Cat arrived.
All three of us hung out at the vet for another hour or two before the vet talked to us and allowed me to go home.
We won't find out until at least Saturday what is wrong with me but I can tell the big-cats are concerned...they won't stop staring at me. Apparently, if this happens again, my big-cats have to shoot drugs up my bum. Good luck to them.
I have to get some shut eye now, I have to sleep off these drugs.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
I hired a couple of strong men to come in and move out all the furniture so that I can run around inside and slide on the hardwood flooring.
The only thing that I'm leaving inside is my Fancy Feast dish.
I think that will teach the big-cats for leaving me all alone.
PS Anyone want to buy a couch?
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Actually, I was named after the sister of the main character in "The Catcher in the Rye"; although she spelled her name Phoebe.
The Big-Cat was reading TCITR when I decided to go live with him. The Big-Cat later explained to me that I reminded him of Phoebe Caulfield because I was sweet and funny and was a good listener. The Big-Cat spelled my name "Pheobe" instead of "Phoebe" because it made more sense.
About ten years later, I found out that one of the Big-Cat's friends had a cat also named Phoebe; and she was named after the same literary character!
I like my name and its spelling.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
First, about a month ago, the big-cats packed up all my stuff into boxes, then put me in a little cage, and then drove me (in a car!!) to a brand new house....then they had three smelly men make a lot of noise unloading my stuff into a much smaller two story townhouse. Oh and the things these smelly men said about me...
And before I could get settled in the new place, two teenage girls came and lived at my house; and they had the temerity to want to play with me (can you imagine). I've even heard that they posted some on-line slander about me after I told them to mind their own business. Hisssss!!!
Then after the little-girls left my new house, the middle-cat invited everyone she knew over to drink beer and eat my cheese (oh, all that gooey St Andre's cheese going to waste on those non-furred two-legged-ers).
Then, I expected all to be good but no, the big-cats left me alone in the house for about 77 cat-days....er, rather not alone, I could have handled that. But no, every couple days the big-cats had some stranger come into my house... and she tried to be my friend...as if that was going to happen. I pooped on the carpet to show her what I thought.
So today, when the big-cats finally came home, I hissed at them for about fifteen minutes before I came out from under the bed. I did miss them, but I wanted to make a point...they seem to have taken me for granted this last month or so.
So, what is a girl-cat to do. Do I hiss and make up? Or do I just hiss?
PS Either way, I think I may leave them a treasure or two in their shoes tonight.
Monday, August 9, 2010
PS A special shout out to Mika for bringing this public safety video to my attention.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
So, at my house party last night (that will teach the big-cats for leaving me), I met this cool-cat named Patches who is a genius with a mouse (the computer kind).
Et voila! I'm a 2010 girl-cat now. What do you think?
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
I would work for product so I hope Ari would accept a % in Fancy Feast.
My big-cats say that I have a face that everyone would love; plus my stripes are slimming so I'd look good on camera.
PS Did you know that Ari Gold's character is based on a real life person, who just happens to be the brother of President Obama's chief of staff?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
But now I have a better idea. The three of us need to get a penguin and send him to the store for Fancy Feast.
Check out this video (originally posted by longtime reader Rae).
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
There is a dog in Greece that has been to many of the protests in that country for the past two years. He is unfazed by all of the noise and smells of the protests; and seems to enjoy being there.
Check out these other pictures of him at work.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
My big-cats become god-parents today. His name is Evan and he's pretty cute. He was born in Boston and loves Canada (his parents are both Canadians). His favorite hockey team is the Vancouver Canucks.
Since my big-cats are god-parents, I think that makes me a God-Cat!!!
So worship me and make offerings of Fancy Feast or I will smite you.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
It was reported that Dorofei once got into a fight with a cat belonging to Mikhail Gorbachev (then Medvedev's neighbour).
Dorofei lost the fight, and was put onto antibiotics for a month to help heal the injuries it sustained in the fight, and was also fixed to prevent a repeat incident.
Things may be tough in Russia, but I think that is a little extreme for losing one fight!! I guess the Russian Olympic athletes will be now extra motivated to do well in the upcoming 2014 Sochi Olympics.
Friday, March 19, 2010
“I bought a Happy Meal and then placed it on my office shelf, right behind me and my computer. It sat on my shelf for a year as a silent witness to our fast food industry”.
Let's just say that if that happy meal was at my house, there would be a few less fries left sitting on the bookshelf.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
A sad and strange story from the wires.
A 38-year-old father of two was jogging and listening to his iPod when he was hit from behind and killed by a small plane making an emergency landing on the beach, officials said Tuesday.
Robert Gary Jones of Woodstock, Ga., died instantly Monday evening when he was hit by the single-engine plane, which had lost its propeller, said Beaufort County Coroner Ed Allen. The pilot’s vision was blocked by oil on the windshield.
Jones apparently did not see or hear the plane, which was “basically gliding,” the coroner said.
Friday, February 26, 2010
We've seen some great stories but we've been missing the Middle Cat who has been working 12 to 14 hours a day everyday since late January. She finally gets a day off about March 4th.
I'll be so happy to see her that I'll share one of my Fancy Feasts with her.
My favourite moment of the Olympics was watching the lynx in Whistler compete in the fence jumping event. I think he's got some great stripes and spots.
Go Canada Go!!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
While illiterate and prone to unfortunate haircuts, I believe you do care about your children's future (or childruns, if you prefer). Please, stop being so arrogant about your stupidity. Libraries - socialist bastions that they are - have these things called books, and if you stop muttering, they'll loan them to you for free.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Muk Muk is a marmot who lives on Vancouver Island. He’s a sidekick to the three main Olympic mascots and he likes to cheer on his friends.
He’s been known to stay behind after an event and pick up the recycling. He’s a good Canadian kid, and I’m proud to say he’s my friend.
Check him out in this video.
PS From the look on his face, I think Muk Muk thought he was going to get eaten by Quatchi at the end of the video.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
One day, the Big Cat and I hope to work for this organization; I think I could be the RTP office cat.
I was born the year that Johann Olav Koss dominated the Winter Olympic games in Lillehammer and I will never forget how exciting it was to watch.
I wonder if there are RTP cats that need some Fancy Feast.
Check out this great interview with the legend, Koss the Boss.
PS Shame on VANOC for not letting Right to Play set up at the 2010 Olympic Games!!! Boo Hiss!!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I must be able to make some national team; somewhere.
So last night, I packed up my hockey gear in case I get a phone call from some hopeful Olympic team.
So Bahrain, Jamaica, or Egypt...if you're looking for a small right winger with a lot of spunk, give me a call...I have my own equipment!!!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Last year, an English feline made headlines internationally, after it was discovered that Casper — an aging housecat from Plymouth — would board the same 10:55 a.m. bus.
He would curl up as the No. 3 transit coach moved past the dockyard, naval base, the center of town, the suburbs and even the city’s colorful red light district.
As far as drivers could remember, the commute went on for three or four years.
Sometimes he would catnap during the hour run — often taking up a back seat. Or he would casually saunter between the legs of his fellow travelers.
He got a free pass.
His owner didn’t know where Casper vanished to each day, until the story broke in the local newspaper.
“I couldn’t believe it at first, but it explains a lot,” his owner, Susan Finden, told the press when she found out.
“He loves people and we have a bus stop right outside our house so that must be how he got started — just following everyone on.”
It was estimated Casper’s journeys covered more than 32,000 kilometers, though news of his treks went well beyond that.
But the rush to keep up the daily pace recently caught up with Casper. A sign at the bus stop he used has been tacked up. It reads:
“Sadly a motorist hit him…and did not stop.”
The note, from his owner Finden, says the injuries were too great, and Casper is gone.
“Thank you to all those who befriended him,” she concludes.
Finden says Casper died while trying to cross the street — hit by a taxi as he apparently tried to catch the bus.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
One of my favourite things to do is to play the Stairs Game (aka "SG").
I usually like to play in the morning just after the big-cats wake up. After a good morning's brushing, I like to run to the landing and get ready to start the SG.
My big-cats have a couple of special papers (including a map of the London tube system) that they stroke over the bars of the landing and I chase and bite and claw them (I mean the papers...although sometimes the big-cats too).
I've been know to bang my head, bite a little paint off the spindles, and sometimes draw blood from the big-cats...but we all like our morning ritual. No pain, no gain!
My London tube map is almost shredded and I hope that one day one of my loyal readers will send me a new map.
You can watch the video of a typical Stairs Game ("SG") below.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Here is a video of Eoghan playing goal.
Personally, I think his style is more like Hasek than Luongo.
PS Eoghan had some fans at the game....check out niece-Brenna watching the game.