Mom has shared dozens of photos of various Kitties Blue in the antique dough bowl. It became a cat bed the moment it entered the house and has been enjoyed by several of us as well as our predecessors. Most of the time either Lily or Astrid is camped in it. Sometimes even Mauricio enjoys its coziness. On occasion Lisbeth stuffs herself into its confines. The humans were surprised, however, when I began lounging in it a couple of days ago.
Mom says that I am TOO BIG to be a bowler. I beg to differ. I say that I fit purrfectly. As we are in disagreement over this, she said I could post some photos and ask for the opinions of our readers.
Granted, I must curl up in a tight ball to fit. But what’s wrong with that? Don’t all bowlers need a ball? MOL! I crack myself up!
So what do you think? Am I too big? Is the bowl too small? Or is it just right?
In unrelated news, Fiona asked me to say thanks for all the prayers, purrs and POTP. Mom appreciates all the suggestions and advice. The more she knows what has helped others treating a CKD kitty, the better prepared she is when she talks to Dr. Neel.
Today was not a good day with regards to Fiona. Dad held her on his lap for about a half an hour prior to trying to do her fluids. She was happy and relaxed, which seemed purrfect. But the moment Mom tried to insert the needle she threw a fit. Her anger and agitation escalated to the point where Dad had to pack her up in her PTU. Off to the vet they went. Dad says that she was, as usual, the purrfect patient and took her fluids without a peep of complaint.
It was suggested that Fiona picks up on some vibe from the humans that they are nervous and tense when they begin the procedure. Mom says that she doesn’t feel at all apprehensive until Fiona lashes out at her. At this point it might be Mom and Dad who need some of those purrs and prayers if y’all don’t mind too much.
So tomorrow is the Caturday Art blog hop. We will have a very special post. I hope you’ll join us.
Purrs and paw-pats, Calista Jo