“It’s been a tough week and I don’t feel like doing much,” I told the cat curled up against my side.
“Me neither,” he agreed, yawning.
“Wanna look at some memes?” I asked, picking up my phone.
He perked up. “Let’s do it!”
A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦
- Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul.
- Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community.
- Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people.
- Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly.
- There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, please remember that we do have phobic peeps who react strongly to them. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw.
“We’re still the most ferocious,” Freddie sniffed.
“You definitely are. Especially when there’s a lizard outside!”
“Lizards are my nemesis,” he responded.
“Not ducks?” I asked.
“Ducks are also my nemesis.”
“I think he’s cute!” I said
“We’re all cute.”
“They’re cute too,” I said. “But it must be strange to pet them if you aren’t used to it.” I looked over at the shaved spot on his back. “Hmm,” I said.
He frowned at me. “That fur will grow back,” he said.
“I just want the experience,” I told him, reaching over to gently rub the skin around his glucose monitor. “Soft,” I said.
“I’m soft all over,” he said, a little smug.
“It’s from a series of movies. And a series of series,” I explained before he could ask.
“It has cats?”
“They might be cats,” I mused. “They wear helmets so you can’t see their faces.”
He nodded, sagely. “They’re cats.”
“This happens to me a lot,” I said.
“That’s why you’re so hard to sleep next to,” he agreed.
“I’m hard to sleep next to?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
He paused, thinking. “Sometimes,” he slowly. “You move and it disturbs me.”
“It’s my bed,” I shot back. “You have all these other beds, but that one is mine.”
“They’re all mine,” he said, flatly.
“This has never been an issue for me,” Freddie said.
Freddie frowned up at me.
“I know,” I said.
“It’s not funny!”
“I know,” I said, again, quickly switching to the next one.
I giggled.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
I shrugged “Farts are funny,” I said.
“He is pretty,” Freddie said.
“You’re all pretty.”
“Yes.”
“That’s a prance,” I told him, pointing at the kitty. “That’s why they call it a ‘catwalk.’”
“What do they call a catwalk?” Freddie asked, looking at the meme.
“The thing models walk down when they are showing off designer clothes. It’s also a ‘runway.’”
“Like for airplanes?”
I looked over at him, eyebrows rising. “How do you know about airplanes but not about catwalks?”
He gave a feline shrug. “I know what I hear and you don’t talk about catwalks.”
“Huh,” I said. “I guess I don’t.”
“Now who’s hard to sleep next to?” I demanded.
“Still you.”
“Alright, but you like showing my your butt,” I said.
“It’s just how we say ‘hello,’” he agreed.
“That looks like a comfortable place to sleep,” Freddie said.
“It does?”
“Absolutely.”
"It’s like little kids when their parents kiss,” I explained, preemptively.
“I don’t like little kids,” he responded.
“Why do you do this?” I asked him.
“We should always be the center of attention,” he answered.
"You’re not a problem,” I reassured him.
“Sometimes I want to be.”
“Why?” I asked.
“We like to be the center of attention,” he reminded me.
“I’m going to level with you,” I said to him. “When I’m out and about I pet every dog or cat I come across. Unless it’s a working dog. You can’t pet a working dog.”
“You shouldn’t pet any dog,” he sniffed. “And I already knew this.”
“Can you smell them on me?”
“I can smell them on you,” he confirmed.
“We like to be the center of attention,” he said, before I could ask.
“Right,” I said.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! As you all probably know by now, we had a bit of a health crisis on Thursday and ended up at the emergency vet. It was a bad day and a worse night, and I was honestly concerned that I was going to lose him. He’s doing much better today (Friday). He ate both his breakfast and his dinner and is much more alert and active. He’s still moving a little slow, but I have a followup appointment on Monday and am going to get him checked over to make sure he’s recovering. I’m also waiting on some test results so we’ll know for sure what is happening.
I am not a good enough writer to properly express my gratitude for the outpouring of love and support from this community. This has been difficult, but it would have been much harder without all of you. I am humbled and grateful to all of you.