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Poor Baby Kitty

by on April 16, 2012, in my cat's cooler than yours, photography

Saturday morning I got up at the crack of dawn (8 a.m.) and hauled BK to the groomer to get her fur shaved off, King Boo-style. BK is a purebred Maine Coon, so she blows her coat about once a year. Not just her top fur, either. She loses the thick undercoat ALL over the house. And unfortunately, middle Tennessee decided to bring summer to town in late February this year, so she’s been blowing her coat for more than a month now.

BK is a beautiful cat. I mean, she’s basically the most gorgeous cat you will ever see. Look at this and tell me that you’ve seen a better-looking cat:

Poor Baby Kitty

That’s what I thought. You haven’t. And you never will.

Unfortunately, she looks dumb as shit with no fur. The groomer did a great job, but she is a cat meant for long hair. I had them do a modified lion cut—her body is shaved but she still has fur on her head and a full tail, as well as her “boots” (the fluffy part of her feed up to about her knees).

We knew that she was skinny, but with no fur she just looks gaunt. And despite never having been anywhere near overweight, she has belly skin that just hangs off her. Near her back legs she has this paunch that hangs down to about her knees and resembles—as best as I can describe it—scrotum. I got so freaked out about it that I messaged a friend on Facebook who’s a vet to ask if this was normal. I hate being “that guy” who tries to get free advice from friends, but it was late Saturday night and I was afraid it was an indication of a medical condition. My friend assured me that it’s normal and is called an “apron.”

Poor Baby Kitty

But worse than how she looks is how she feels. She’s obviously uncomfortable. She spent Saturday and last night stomping around on our pillows in the bed, finally laying down only to immediately get up, frustrated, and try to find a better position. Last year King Boo did the same thing for a few days, and this year it only took him a day to get used to his new fur.

She’s eating, drinking and behaving normally otherwise, though, so I guess it will just take her a few days to acclimate to the change of her coat. She alternates between looking sad and looking like she is going to murder me as soon as I fall asleep, so I hope she finds some relief soon. Poor kitty.

On the bright side, she’s being incredibly nice to King Boo. I guess she figures they’re in this stupid haircut club together.

Bonus picture of BK as a kitten:
Poor Baby Kitty

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Shaved kitteh is shaved

by on April 9, 2012, in animals, but in our house we never get bored, my cat's cooler than yours

You’d think I’d have learned my lesson after last year, when I waited until April to have King Boo shaved and wasted almost an entire month chasing around after his tumbleweeds. You’d think, after summer came in February this year and spring was hardly to be seen, that I would have just gone ahead and gotten his hair cut in early March like I kept threatening.

What you don’t know is how glorious his fur is, though. Like a rabbit’s, except that it’s attached to the friendliest and silliest cat I’ve ever known. I wasn’t aware that a personality could attach itself to fur, but apparently it can. And did. And so I procrastinated shaving it off him.

But we’re in this weird, belated spring period now, which means I want the windows open at all times. Which means cat hair that had fled beneath the couch has been unearthing itself for the past week. Which means it was time to shave King Boo.

So we did. Well, the groomer did. And now, my beautiful, sweet, silly, kind cat who’s never in a bad mood and usually looks like this:

Shaved kitteh is shaved

Now looks like this:

Shaved kitteh is shaved

He’s gotten over it quicker this year than he did last year, but I think he can tell we’re laughing at him. Poor guy.

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Thoughts

by on July 29, 2011, in but in our house we never get bored, health, or something like it, jump aboard the crazy train, life etc., my cat's cooler than yours, the first rule is you do not blog about work

On Mac OS 10.7, otherwise known as Lion: So far I’m liking it, although I really haven’t gotten to delve into the newness of it too much yet. Except for the natural scrolling “feature” that was introduced. That one I got thrown into headfirst. Basically, Apple has changed scrolling with Lion to mimic the way it’s done with iOS. So instead of moving your fingers or mouse wheel down to scroll down a page, you are pushing the page up or pulling it down. It definitely felt more natural to me when using the trackpad (and, therefore, my fingers) than when using the mouse, but I think I’m about used to it now.

On the weather (because that’s all Middle Tennesseans talk about these days): It’s really goddamn hot. It’s been in the upper 90s for what seems like years now, and the humidity is about a billion percent. And for some reason my allergies are really, really bad this year. So bad that I’ve started doubling my dose of Zyrtec again, something my doctor told me to do one time in the past when I had a bad cold and that caused me to hallucinate and feel like I was walking around in a fog. So far I haven’t hallucinated or heard any voices, but I do feel pretty dizzy and out of it. We’ll see what happens.

On the cats: Somehow King Boo has won over Gordo, who, as you might remember, has hated him with a fiery passion of a thousand suns dipped in hatesauce since the day we brought him home. But we’ve caught Gordo grooming King Boo from time to time, and every morning they have Cat Wrestlemania in the bedroom and Gordo appears to be playing, not actually trying to kill King Boo. So, you know, progress. I’d also like to say a big fat I TOLD YOU SO to all of the haters in the house. I was the only one who liked King Boo when we brought him home, and now he’s won over every single living entity in the house except for Evil Twin, but he sucks and doesn’t count.

On jobs: My new job is still going swimmingly and sometimes I have to pinch myself. I’m starting to get some more responsibilities and pulled into various projects that have been pretty fun. And I still get tickled that I can mention a video game or some weird nerdy meme and not only do these people know what it is, they probably knew about it before I did. I am feeling more at home every day.

And Ian’s doing quite well in the job department, too, as he recently got a really big promotion and is now heading up the department where he’s worked for the last four years. He even has to wear a state-issued cellphone on his belt! Who’s the nerd now?! (Yeah, still me. I know.)

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Happy birthday, BK!

by on February 10, 2011, in but in our house we never get bored, my cat's cooler than yours

Happy birthday, BK!

This is BK. She is a purebred Maine Coon, and yesterday she turned seven years old.

A little less than seven years ago, Ian and I drove to a town outside of Greenville, S.C., to meet her. Her breeder said that she was a “social butterfly,” and was the smartest and most adventuresome kitten in her litter. We immediately fell in love with her, as Happy birthday, BK!she did with us. We returned a month later to pick her up and take her home.

The first night we had her, I set her up with some toys and food in the bathroom of my tiny one-bedroom apartment so she wouldn’t get into anything during the night. But when Ian and I went to bed she started to cry, so he suggested that we bring her into the room with us. I went and got her, put her in the bed with us, and she started purring. When we woke up the next morning, she was still purring. She’s slept in the bed with us almost every night since then, although now she generally prefers to take over Ian’s pillow.

Happy birthday, BK!She is the sweetest, sassiest, smartest, prettiest, most demanding cat I have ever known. She knows how to turn on my closet light, how the faucets work, and can distinguish Ian’s or my car before we pull up to the house. She knows when one of us is feeling down or sick and comforts us. She is rarely in a different room than us, and she loves laying on Ian more than anything. She taught Gordo how to drink water from the sink, King Boo how to meow and Evil Twin how to play. They all want to be like her.

Those of you reading this who don’t have pets probably think I’m crazy. I mean, I am. I’m totally a crazy cat lady. But our cats are our kids, whether or not anyone thinks that’s OK.

So happy birthday, BK! Hope you enjoyed your birthday tuna.

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Dec. 19 | Sink-dweller

by on December 19, 2010, in my cat's cooler than yours, photography, Project365

Dec. 19 | Sink dweller

Evil Twin, the diabetic cat, often demands running cold water straight out of the sink, which results in us leaving the faucet running more often than we’d like. This morning he bitched at me to turn on the faucet in the bathroom, which I did, and then I climbed back into bed. When I got up about 20 minutes later and walked into the bathroom to turn the faucet back off, I saw that King Boo had climbed into the sink, curled up and was attempting to sleep.

With water dripping all over him. He was soaking wet. His head, back, tail, feet, everything. I turned off the faucet and he continued to chill in the sink… until he got out and shook the water off of him and all over me.

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Finally

by on December 16, 2010, in but in our house we never get bored, my cat's cooler than yours, photography

Finally

When we first got Link, everyone in the house except for me hated him. I was the only one who saw what a sweet, loving cat he was despite his mischievous and often annoying ways. I was the only one who took up for him when he did bad things, saying “He’s just a kitten! He means well!” And I was the only one that he loved. Well, me and BK. He idolized her, and he still does. He will follow her anywhere.

But in the last couple of months, and after plenty of trying to convince him, I think Link’s managed to win Ian over with his charisma and soft, chinchilla-like fur. It took a while, but I think they are finally friends.

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Making the rounds

by on November 7, 2010, in animals, but in our house we never get bored, my cat's cooler than yours

Over the past couple of weeks, every single one of our four cats has come down with the same illness: A sneezing, wheezing, eye-swelling sickness. I have had cats my entire life and have never seen an illness spread from one to the next as reliably as this one has.

Making the roundsThe first to get it was Link, and he sneezed a couple times a day for maybe three days. Then a few days later Gordo started sneezing, but he was much worse. He sneezed in spurts of five or six at a time, probably every hour of the day. Last weekend I noticed his nose was swollen and he was having a hard time breathing through what sounded like nasal passages filled with snot, so on Monday I took him in to the vet. They decided he had an upper respiratory infection, gave him a shot of antibiotics and a shot of cortisone, and within three days he was much better. He still sneezes once in a while, but he’s nowhere near as pitiful as he was a week ago.

But then, late last week, BK started sneezing. And her eyes became slits. And she acted pretty puny. She seems to have gotten over it without needing veterinary intervention, though.

Evil Twin doesn’t seem like he’s going to be so lucky. He started sneezing on Friday, and has spent the entire weekend either sneezing, wheezing, or trying to open his eyes wide enough to make us feel bad that not only does he have diabetes and asthma, but now he’s contracted the feline bubonic plague. So he’ll probably need some antibiotics to get over this, too. Damn orange cats and their shitty immune systems.

Ah, the fun of having multiple cats.

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At his sweetest

by on November 7, 2010, in my cat's cooler than yours, photography

At his sweetest

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Oct. 29 | BUSTED!

by on November 1, 2010, in my cat's cooler than yours, photography, Project365

Oct. 29 | BUSTED!

Not even five minutes after declaring this box as Gordo’s King Boo-free clubhouse, look who decided to get in it and roll around like a crackhead.

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Who says cats aren’t like kids?

by on July 25, 2010, in but in our house we never get bored, i wish my lawn were emo so it would cut itself, jump aboard the crazy train, my cat's cooler than yours

Ian’s in New Orleans for a few days on business, and BK isn’t too happy about him being gone. This morning I woke up to her stomping around on his pillow, wondering why his head wasn’t there for her to lay on.

But she broke my heart this afternoon when, upon hearing a car door shut outside, she jumped up from a nap and ran to the door expecting him to walk through it. When the seconds passed and the door didn’t open, she looked at me with sad and confused eyes. I had to pick her up and let her watch out the window for a few minutes before she believed me that the sound she heard, despite her insistence, wasn’t her dad getting home.

I realize how melodramatic this sounds, but she really misses him.

She’s not the only one.

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