Here's my boy the day after he got his cone off. You should have seen how long it took him to clean himself off - and was he soooo happy. Although when I think about it, it's like being offered a bath when you've had a week without showering. I would probably feel the same way...eww :( And I don't even think he even notices that something's missing. He was more concerned that the damned cone was off. Ha!!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
So I've finally gotten my man neutered. Let's just say he's not so happy to see me anymore. I guess I'm the one who wears the pants in this relationship now :(
And to add insult to injury, I've been documenting his humiliation in 'the cone'. Ha! He's so going to hate me....:(
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I don't know how some cat owners can stay sane. Or perhaps it's just my cat and it's just me. I'm starting to believe my cat either needs a helmut, or I need to cover my place from ceiling to floor in bubble wrap.
Now, I am not a morning person. Not in the least. Really. Mornings make me cranky. So on this day, I actually woke up early (blame it on the 'gaining an hour' daylight savings) and decided to take a morning shower & enjoy a light breakfast (meaning a glass of OJ). It's a real treat sometimes when I wake up feeling good enough to enjoy the cool & crisp morning; all was well - so I thought.
Of course my cat was up as usual causing his daily mischief:
- digging up soil from my plants *I have now removed my plants
- trying to remove the pushpins from my corkboard
- attempting to chew through my computer wires
- dragging tissues from my washroom garbage can *I have now relocated my garbage can
Seeing how I figured he was up and thinking I was being a good mom, I would go play with my cat so he will stop destroying everything else. Apparently bad idea. Lesson to learn: Don't add fuel to an already hyper cat. Off he went bouncing off of any surface available to him - tables, chairs and somehow appropriately, my glass of OJ, which went spilling and flying ALL over my carpet. He literally kicked the glass right off the table.
Did I mention that I was not a morning person?
But I should have expected this somehow. Coming from the cat who gave himself a bloody nose and a cut lip from trying to be SuperCat and smashed his face into the side of my table. All I'm saying is that either he needs a helmut, or I need bubble wrap. Lots of bubble wrap.
*sigh* It's just one of those days. And it's only 7:30AM.
All is well and forgiven again. I came home and Jasper was all affectionate and sorry (I think? to the best of his ability anyways) and we're buddies again. Don't get me wrong, I love my cat to bits, but some days....ARRRGHHHH!!!
And it's not like he's never been annoyed at me. I just have to see this photo and remember that he was also not a happy camper when I left him at the vets for observation after his SuperCat jump. Ha! Well who thought it was a good idea to jump that distance in the first place? Oh well.
Just wait until next week when I have to leave him at the vets to get him neutered....uhm, yah. That should be fun. Pictures will follow. Stay tuned.