An exciting trip to the vet yesterday for his first rabies shot. He didn’t mind the shot but he was violently opposed to having a thermometer rammed up his ass. As are we all. Mingo now weighs 5.2 lbs. and is four months old, so he’s officially a teenager. In lieu of stealing the car…
Chronicles of Mingo
Kitten gallops across the room, leaps on me, and bites my face. Kitten: I’M TEETHING! Me: I don’t care if you’re the fucking Tooth Fairy, you do that again and I’m shot-putting your furry little ass out the window! Kitten: *purrrrrrrrrr* In other developments, Squeaky is teaching Mingo how to open cupboard doors. Literally doing demos….
Also, Mingo’s feet and tail, which will soon need a room of their own.
Apparently, “contractor” is a magic word. Okay, here’s the long and tedious version of what’s going on. The carpet in this house is over 20 years old. Counting Mingo, that’s three generations of cats, one husband, and me. It’s tired, it’s worn, stained, and it smells of cat pee no matter how much Nature’s Miracle…
Mingo is now on enforced crate rest and yummy pain meds, having injured his left shoulder/leg in either a fall (his leap alway exceeds his grasp) or armed combat with Squeaky. Two days ago the contractor (that’s another looong post) said, “That kitten is limping.” Not only was he limping, he wasn’t putting any weight…
Help! They’re ganging up on me!
Disgraceful: This kitten is almost 3 months old and has yet to publish a thing. Of course, the same thing could be said of his reluctant owner.
GODDAMN KITTEN JUST DISCONNECTED THE INTERNET ROUTER AGAIN. THIS MEANS WAR!
My house looks like the ‘after’ shot of the explosion in the catnip mouse factory. Neighbors persist in bringing over cat toys, probably out of sheer relief that he wasn’t dropped on THEIR doorstep.
Kathy Hall: You were right. Squirting the Evil Kitten with a water pistol is very amusing. Also, this may discourage it from gnawing on electrical cords, a bonus!
Redecorated the house in Kitten Defense. Holding the high ground until the cavalry arrives. In other words, please send pony. Or more wine.
For two adult cats who hate the kitten’s very existence, there’s a suspicious amount of inviting tail dangling going on. Just saying.
Step 1: Open the dishwasher Step 2: Remove dishes Step 3: Close the… Step 3A: Remove kitten Step 4: Close the dishwasher
Peace: Two of us are wearing calming pheromone collars, one of us is drinking wine, and one of us is locked in the bathroom because hyper kitten.
Mingo is still here, very, and weighed in at the vet’s at 1.8 lbs. He’s also certified flea-free and worm-free. Weaning is going reasonably well (he’s really fond of baby food and not so fond of dried kitten kibble.) He’s been using a litter box since he was able to toddle over and find it,…
Black cat sniffs new kitten very carefully, walks three steps away, and throws up. OH DEAR
The kitten let me sleep all night long, it took me only an hour and a half to set up my new printer/scanner, and it’s a beautiful day. Okay. This is very difficult for me, as a confirmed pessimist.
Absolutely not cute. No. Not in any way.
If I didn’t already have the vet’s opinion that Mingo is male, today would be proof: he missed the litter tray by an inch. However, A for Effort.