The Girls

Tank La Rue: my snoop, my spooner, and biggest love. She's a poke snout and very verbal at snack time and bedtime. Her greatest delight is to burrow under blankets, preferably next to me. Her favorite toy is a donut that her Aunt Darcy gave her. When she squeaks her toys it is what I imagine puppy laughter sounds like. It is pure joy to my ears and makes me smile.





Koi: my skittish, green eyed, bedroom cat, who demands lots of love at bedtime and first thing in the morning (even if you aren't technically awake but have shown signs of movement). It's really the price of admission to sleep in what she has come to claim as her bed. This is the animal that gives me the least amount of trouble and I am truly grateful for her good health and sweet disposition.

Those are my sweet girls and the best two photos from my photo shoot with them.

Portraiture

This weeks photography assignment was to take portraits. There is nothing better than family portraits, especially if they are furry, as it is at my house. While I took photos of all my furry loved ones, I am choosing to focus on my eldest, Wiggs. His proper name is Ludwig von Kat and he was born and acquired in Las Vegas, after papa had a winning day at the tables.


Here he is looking angelic, which isn't very often. I just caught a little glimpse, but mostly he is a bit of a terror. One time, when he was a kitten, I had finished working swing shift at the casino and came home and was dozing on the couch. At a full run, he came across the room and jumped on my face. With one precise claw out, like a ninja's blade he punctured a hole right in my hairline. By the time I got to the bathroom, six feet away, I was looking like Carrie with blood running down my face. So much blood from one little hole by one tiny cat.



This is his politician's face. If only I had an American flag for a back drop. He wears a tuxedo everyday. He is very formal in that respect.




This is his gangsta, bad ass face. He is one snarky cat, but this picture cracks me up because he looks so very serious. This face says, "if you cross me, I will piss in your bed". And he backs up his threats.




Here he is sniffing the breeze. Just inhaling the sweet smell of the air after a couple of days of rain.





Pretty much this is what he looks like most of the time. Lounging around in all his glory. He is 15 years old, has irritable bowel syndrome, and at the end of last year started having the occasional grand mal seizure (which is scary as hell). Getting old is such a pain. He is very friendly when he wants to be and loves his tummy rubbed, which is a bit unusual for a cat. Wiggs likes a good lap. He is fond of laying on knitting projects and trying to eat the dog's dinner. I just love this crazy cat and all his many personalities. Thank you for letting me share him with you.

Cat's Eye

I see you.



I'm gonna get you.



What?

Tank update

Never in a millions years did I think I would ever purchase one of these for myself.





















Nope, no baby on the way. We just needed a safe contained place for Tank. She is not doing as well as we would like. She still cannot stand or pee on her own. To encourage movement, but not be stepped on by us or the other four legged critters in the house, we bought the playpen. We do physical therapy 5 times a day. The back legs are weight bearing but the front legs are floppy. When we do our exercises I have us running in green fields with the wind whipping through our ears.

It's been tough around here. We were up to the early hours of the monring trying to get her to go to the bathroom. We have been dead on our feet during the day. Things are getting better in terms of expressing her bladder. Thank goodness for youtube demonstrations, but still you have to feel your way around. One thing that is encouraging is her will to be next to her mommy. At night we have her in the bottom half of the crate in the bed between us. On the first night she crawled out of the crate and Joe found her spooning with me like she does every night. Unfortunately she is in a fragile state as her spine heals, plus we were so tired we were afraid something would happen and she had to be put back in the crate. In spite of this, it was a very encouraging sign.

She loves to burrow so when she goes into her Playpen I put her favorite blanket just out of reach. She definitely finds a way to burrow under it. My hubby thought I was mean but we need her to start moving around on her own. We are still hoping for more improvements in her movement. Otherwise I have to start thinking about buying her a skateboard. Maybe Tyson can come over and show her how it's done.