As I said yesterday, Lorelai has a small case of the sniffles. She had a goopy eye, but I gave her some Tobremycin drops, and it cleared right up, but she is still sneezing. So… More
I bought a new doormat last week. I found it at Rusta, a Swedish chain of clearance/dollar stores, the sort of place that gets discontinued merchandise from other stores and sells it on the cheap. You also have no guarantee of finding the same thing twice.
But is it an Abyssinian mom and kit, or just something that looks vaguely Aby-like.
This is our front door. The black wooden cat sillhouettes are made in Sweden, and the stickers say “Warning for cat,” “Warning for cat hair,” and, on the newspaper shelf, “Welcome, I live here.” We also have a Royal Canin sticker advising firemen how many cats are in our apartment. So yeah, we’re known as the “cat family” the same way that the people on the third floor with the incessantly barking dogs are known as the “annoying dog family.”
Lorelai was the first to check out the new doormat.
She seemed particularly interested in the eyes.
Okay, Rory, what do you think? Aby, or not?
Alfred checked the mat out next, but didn’t give an opinion on whether or not the cats on it were Abys.
Jake was the last to examine the new doormat.
But he still didn’t give me any advice as to whether or not these are Abys. So what do you think? Abys, or not?
Today is the day we celebrate Angel’s birthday. If her breeder is who we think she is, then Angel’s birthday is actually the 4th of July,
Even though I have my (well-supported) suspicions as to Angel’s origins, we still celebrate her birthday on 11 June.
I made the usual cat food can cake…except I hadn’t any of the solid heart-shaped Poesie cat foods on hand. I only had the mushy “in sauce” variety (because we get it as free samples at cat shows). But we made it work.
Angel, however, was a bit intimidated by the flame on the candles. Or she was upset that food wasn’t being presented in the designated food place. Not sure which.
However, once the candles were out, Angel was all about eating her cake.
Hey! It’s hard to eat with only three teeth, okay?!
So, stuff it, right?
Happy 11th birthday, Angel!
Alfred arrived at our home and was almost immediately whisked off to the vet for his first visit.
I mean, it was three days after we brought him home. We had to take the big cats in for their annuals, and we brought him along for an introduction and quick once-over.
It was also Freddy’s first experience with a bus stop.
“How long is it gonna taaaaaaakke? We’ve been waiting aaaaaages!”
OMG YAY! It’s finally coming!
When we go to the vet, we always go by bus. It’s not a bad bus trip, just a long one, but the stops are convenient at either end.
I prefer to take Jacoby and Angel in the stroller. It’s easier than having to carry them both.
The very first time we went to the vet here in Skövde, we tried taking Jake and Angel in the double Sturdi carrier Meg gave me.
I mean, it works…
…but it’s a pretty heavy bag to carry around with the both of them in it!
It’s also a lot harder for Jake to greet his adoring fans.
No, it’s much easier to have the two big cats in the stroller.
In fact, it’s easier to have all the cats in strollers. Since Jake doesn’t like to share his stroller with the younger cats, we took both strollers to our annual vet visit!