Vet Visit and their Mural

 "Lynn, I am so glad to be home again. You know how going

to the dreaded V-E-T makes me a nervous nellie for weeks."

Don't I know it Precious.  I am so very sorry you must go

through this every year.

And this year I only let the nice doctor give you the 

rabies shot. No blood letting or urine sample.

He did not really agree with this short version, but

that is my decision.

Precious goes to the first appointment of the day. And she gets

an immediate room regardless of who else is waiting.

That's because they want her to stop caterwauling quickly.

Any glass shattering opera singer would be envious of how

long Precious can sing without taking a breath.

Precious is down to 15.6 pounds and to this he says

"13 pounds would be ideal, but losing weight is a concern."

MAKE UP YOUR 

ever-luvin'

pea-pickin' MIND!

She was 17.2 in 2020 and 16.6 in 2021 and

with strict monitoring of Precious' food she is 15.6.

I feel like he was telling me that 2 years ago she would

have been young enough to lose 4 pounds in one year.

Now he doesn't like it she lost one.

I could not show all of the high mural the office has unless I

would have take 4 or 5 photos.  

Cats are well represented even though the dogs are a bit

more obvious.  And then there are also the rabbits.

I enjoy seeing this every trip, otherwise the event is

so difficult for Precious.  She just gets so worked up.

"Psst, Lynn, just slide my food under the bed."

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Trying again for the Oscar Nomination

 "Lynn, you know I have to have my belly rubbed just right.

And in the midst of eating my breakfast.  Yours can just

wait."

Precious is very demanding of getting her ears and 

belly rubbed just so-so at 5:45 AM every day.

Right in the middle of gobbling down her crunchies,

she stops and lies on the carpet and waits for the

attention.

I don't often get this great job.  I'm usually doing up the

hot oatmeal.  But when we girls have days at home alone,

I do have to tend to her needs before mine.

" Lynn got her influenza and BA4 and BA5

vaccine Saturday.  She drove through the

fairgrounds and they stabbed her arm because 

she had the window down.  Not me, folks,

I'd have kept that window shut tight!

She whispurred in my ear, like it was a securrt

that she did not feel very peppy this week.

Purr-sonally I think it is a cross betwixt shot and old age.

But I'll not tell her that, she'd only give me one

meal a day!"

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Whada ya mean, no refills

 "Just because it's not cat food? I love this stuff. Give me more."

                              Precious really does not have many human foods she

                                         wants or that I give her.  Her yogurt, tiny bits of brazil

                                         nuts and then this.  

This is Applegate deli turkey.  I don't buy it 

often at all.  Simply for my own personal

eating reasons.

But when I have this and even if Precious is

down the hall in her bed tent or up in the top

of the closet, the smell gets her in moments.

"Really Lynn, is that all I get?  You get a whole sandwich.

So unfair, us kitties are meat eaters, you humans munch

on all kinds of stuffs."

Sorry, sweetie pie, you're finished.

And last post you made me out to be the bad guy

since I measure your food only 2 times a day. 

But you forgot to tell you get to nibble all day long.

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Tales Told by Precious

"Let me tell 'em, let me tell 'em Lynn!"

Okay Precious. I'll put out the photos and

you tell the stories.

"I had to babysit 13 stinky poopy caterpillars fur

2 weeks, while Lynn did the milkweed grocery

shopping. She feeds them all day long while I just

almost withered away from lack of meals. I only get

TWO."

" So I was so glad when these things flew away.

Lynn used her fingers to count that 12 of the 13

turned into butterflies about 2 a day fur a week."

"Then Lynn rode her bike one mile off 

the bike path to see these things called

sunflowers."

"Lynn says local corn, wheat, soy farmer decided to

plant a massive field of sunflowers for the

bird seed industry.  All I know is she buys

hundreds of pounds to feed the birdies. 

Once again, did I mention, I get fed TWO times a day!"

"Then she got excited this 2 year old buck let her get

6 feet close to it.  Heck, at night I have them try to

nose bump me through the window."

"He was still with Mom and her yearlings

and her new fawns. There were 7 deer in this

tiny herd.

And they were eating all day long. 

Did I forget to tell you I only get fed 

TWO times a day!"

"Wait Lynn!  We have to say Happy Birthday

to Willie.  Are we sending him this tin of 

biscuits?

I bet he eats more than TWO times a day."

I don't think they are fresh enough, Precious.

I saw them in a restored Victorian house.

 "Psst, did I tell you only TWO times........."

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Biking past the past

 "Lynn, how do you do that?  Go past the past?"

I managed to do that by going on a bike ride

where the log cabins are and the antique cabooses are.

Mr. Paul Bunyan made his way down from Minnesota

for a visit.

And I was on a path that runs along the live line

for the Nelsonville scenic passenger train ride.

"Well, there you go leaving me at home alone all day

long. With nothing to do but sleep."

Precious, I headed home as soon as I saw this giant snow plow

engine.  I was afraid the weather was going to change from

sunny and warm to cold and snowy.

"Get on with feeding me already."

I'll get the crunchies as soon as I show off this 3 story tall

mural on the side of the Rocky Boot store.

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Beats the stuffin's outa me

"Lynn, what is wrong with this new toy?  I thought you

said it was the cats meow. Again, wrong."

So I buy another toy.  Of course, I have no

self control.  But this one seemed to be advertised

as very cat-nippy.

So when Precious gave it a thumbs (my thumbs of course) down,

I decided it was time for an autopsy of the blue thingy.

While I was at it, I figured I'd peel open the nanner and give

it a dose of new catnip.  After all, a good peel should be given

another shot at cat life.

 Well, if I'd had any idea what was in the new blue one,

I'd have had my camera ready to show you.  Disgusting,

it had maybe 1/2 teaspoon or less of catnip inside! Not

enough to catch the interest of any kitty. I'm here to 

tell you, (if your interested, mol) that a trained nippy-sniffing

hound dog could not have sniffed out this nip in an empty room!

I opened the nanner and found a whole bag of old un-fragrant

catnip!  So I filled it and stitched it shut.

The blue one,  I pulled a handful of polyester stuffing out 

and replaced it with 1/2 bag of fresh nippy and sewed it

shut.

 

"This better be good, Lynn."

"Lynn, I am CAT, I do not need a blood hound

to tell me if there is nippy in here."

So, human buyer, beware.  

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Cats along the way

"Lynn,  who are all these cats?  They aren't moving in are they?"

No, Precious.  These are just some of the friendly faces

I see when I bike the path.

This lovely and very very vocal kitty was on the

path right next to a small country plant nursery.

Don't know if that is where it lives and earns it's

keep catching the mice.  However, it was 

certainly quite friendly.

Now this lovely and friendly tortie was in a very

small rural town.

Unfortunately, it was not healthy and had

lost it's right eye.  Skinny beyond anything I

could imagine.  

I wasn't sure if I could bike 3 miles round trip

to the local tiny IGA and find any food to

give it and find it still in the same place.

But it was worth a try.  

I was lucky and found a 2.5 ounce bag of

soft treats.  Not knowing if the cat had any

good teeth or not, I really did not want to try

dry food.  And sharing my water bottle would

have been OK, but I thought soft food would 

be better.

Sure enough, it was hiding in the weeds and came

right out to me.  I put the food on the best place

I could find in the shade and the cat just devoured

it.  I offered it water in the lid of my bottle, however

it did not take any.  There was a small drainage

area close by and I figure it was drinking from there.

I wish I could save all these cats I see on my rides.

But there is no way for me to catch and carry them.

This clowder of kitties are from a grain silo on the opposite side

of the bike path.  They are always on this porch of this kind

person waiting for breakfast. Then off they go to the silos to 

hunt mice, I guess.

"Lynn, you make me cry.  I at least had the 

orphanage until you came along."

I know, I wish I could take them all there and

hope someone could adopt them. 

I almost forgot the big little city cat who I visit whenever

I can bike into town.  He says he is surrounded by the

Hounds of Fountainville.

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