Björn and I cleaned Kalle’s room this past weekend, and I found this adorable cat drawing he did in 2010. I love the eyes!
It’s part of a larger drawing that includes two hares, so it’s probably meant to be in the tall summer grass we have outside our apartment. Kalle keeps telling me he has no artistic talent…I disagree!
Jacoby has had one attack of his UTI crystals since we moved to Sweden. It was back in October 2016.
Okay, he doesn’t seem that sick in this photo, but trust me…he was having issues back at home.
This was actually the first time we visited our veterinarian. We came here because the vet Björn used to take Pyret to couldn’t make room in their busy schedule for a UTI emergency.
I have to say, I was impressed.
I mean…they got my phone number wrong in their system…
…so they sent me a post card because they couldn’t ring or text me!
When we went back, Jake got an ultrasound of his bladder. My vet back home in Boston was jealous of their in-house ultrasound equipment.
I thought I had gotten a photo of Jake getting his ultrasound, but I can’t seem to find them. I did get this illustration of what was going on with him, however. It wasn’t actually a crystal problem at all this time…he had a polyp in his bladder. The vet illustrated it for me.
On the way out, we passed a cat food company’s ad and Jake wanted to check it out.
He took a good, close look.
Perhaps too close. Okay, Jake, we get it…you are one with your virtual, plastic model of your UTI.
When I say I live with five cats, people are usually shocked and incredulous. “How can you live with five cats!? Don’t you feel claustrophic, with that many cats in an apartment?
Short answer, no, no we don’t. Firstly, one cat is 18 years old and not very active. Plus, it’s a big apartment, with an extra room in summer when we can open up the balcony.
But we have moments where we look around and ask, “Where the hell are all the cats? We have five cats…why can we not find any?
Well…we have Jacoby on the sofa next to Björn.
Then, going round the room anti-clockwise, we have…Logan in the little brown house-bed…
Grande dame Pyret asleep on her chair…
Angel in the house at the top of “her” cat tree…
And Alfred in the bed our friend Sanna-Leena sent Jake, on Harri’s old cat tree.
All of them, sound asleep. Except for feeding time, five cats are no more trouble than three or four. Trust me, I have had three cats, four cats, and (now) five cats…it just isn’t that much more work or trouble.
Since Jacoby has decided he doesn’t like FIFe’s way of showing and has declared himself retired, Logan is the only show cat in the house now. But, when Logan and I are going to a show in or near Stockholm, we take Jake along and he stays with Kalle at Kalle’s mother’s house just outside of Stockholm.
Jake and Logan have become comfortable travel companions. They don’t always get along at home, but on the road they are the best of friends.
Train rides are rather lulling. It’s easy to fall asleep to the rhythm of the clickety-clack.
Until…what could the matter be!?
A dog! On the train!
Animals are allowed in only certain cars on Västtraffik and SJ trains, so it’s not unusual to have several cats and dogs in one car.
I guess someone forgot to alert Logan that his train ride might include non-humans and non-felines.
I love how upset, offended, even, that Logan is about the presence of a dog on his train. Meanwhile, Jake is like, meh, whatever. Dogs, man, what are you gonna do? They’re everywhere.
Look at Logan’s tail!
No, I mean it…Look at it! I’m pretty sure he’s seen dogs before. I guess he just hasn’t ever see a dog on a train.
Do you remember that scene in Garden State where Zach Braff’s character inadvertently wears a shirt that matches the wallpaper?
Well, Logan does. At least, he understands that feeling.
I tried Jacoby’s red and white Christmas hoodie on Logan…while forgetting that our bedspread has a similar pattern and colour scheme. Apparently, Logan remembered.
Oh sure, it’s cute. And it’s the subject of hundreds of adorable YouTube videos. Hell, I’ve even posted about it. But it’s becoming a world-wide epidemic!
You know what I’m talking about.
Cats interrupting their owners’ enjoyment of the Winter Olympics.
I suspect it’s because of the high contrast against the snow and ice and the fast movement.
This is Logan’s first Winter Olympics. He appears to enjoy downhill skiing.
The only cat who can really get away with interrupting the Winter Olympics is this bobcat in Whistler, BC (and yes, he is a bobcat, not a lynx).