George Burns and Gracie Allen

What was I thinking when I named my sweet rescue Bob....
It was on the way to the Veterinarian right after finding him so ill that I realized he had no name...  So I racked my stressed out brain during the 6 mile trip.  Nothing was floating head on into my frontal lobe or any lobe so I did the next best thing and stole my best friends cats name.  "Bob."  I mean why not Carl, or George?

You see, my little 7 pound other rescue is a dog named Sue....no, no....a dog named "Gracie Allen."  I love to laugh and make funnies therefore appropriate.  So why in the name of floating names wasn't that one in the air around my space?  Why didn't I catch it?  Not only didn't I catch it, unless I did and forgot, which happens more then not lately...why didn't I catch it until today.  THREE YEARS LATER.   God I'm slowin' up in the area of quick.  

Point:  Bob shudda been "George Burns" to go with my "Gracie Allen"  forever...   Imagine me calling them for breakfast....

Bob and Gracie Allen with me and Karli the Granddaughter

Bob and "The Bag?"

That is the BAG!  It was a normal not so normal Sunday evening here at the apartment soon to be no longer the apartment considering I have to move.  Been here 12 plus years and suddenly the management no longer wants dogs.  Come on, I have a 7 pounder!  Nevertheless, management is not re-leasing dog owners.  Back to the bag. 

Larry, my man-friend was off at the VA doing a sleep study.  I was watching "Fifty Shades of Grey" at a very intense moment during the film when I heard what could have been taken as gun shots.  Gun shots that never stopped.  Dramatized hearing of a machine gun in the living room of the apartment soon to be no longer ours.  I stood up, which the TV has taught us Americans never to do when hearing gun shots!  Rather I should have hit the floor and played dead under my desk.  Nope not me.....  The gun shots were all over the dang place.  Terrifying noise.  It was then I saw Bob run for the bedroom and Lucy Lou, the Snowshoe cat (type of breed) TEARING through the living room with the above used to be nice "UGE" shopping bag hooked to her leg.  She was Tony Stewart NASCAR all over again.  God forbid anyone get in her way or they were dead....  (I am not a NASCAR fan but I do recall that mess)

I chased Lucy and "The Bag" for some time.  Lucy has severe anxiety and now may never recover without proper meds.  I never did catch her.  She was leaping from chair to sofa to under and around tables like she had a very loud bag caught on her leg.  She did.  P.S. I remembered to pause Fifty Shades before leaving the movie!!  No gun fire was going to ruin that one for me..... It was then she lost her attached demon. I found "The Bag."  A mangled mess that once held four lovely shirts from J.C. Penney's.  Got $97.00 worth for $16.  "The Bag" was blessed.  As you can see above it is mutilated but Lucy Lou did not have a heart attack or stroke.  She should have considering the noise put out by that hunk of bag stuck to her leg traveling at least 40 mph or so it seemed around this place.  And believe me it will take some kind of time for Bob to come back to any sort of normalcy.  And when he does we will be moving them both!  They have never lived anywhere else except the "funny farm" (family farm where they were dumped off by previous idiot owners.)  Lucy Lou in 2007 and Bob in - I don't remember...I think 2012. 

Morning came, today, and I noticed Bob didn't come sleep next to me all night which never happens.  And when I tried to feed Lucy Lou but she wouldn't eat. In fact she was prowling the premises like a lion in the jungle.  That is when I saw Bob in the bedroom door peeking out head down.  Heck he wouldn't even come out to eat.  He had been under the bed all night.   I picked him up and walked around the apartment that is soon to no longer be ours, telling him everything is all right buddie.  Did that a couple times.

 Put some cat marijuana out....you know catnip and that didn't even help.  The 7 pound dog ate it and started choking. Had to get her through that nonsense also.   Bob is presently prowling.  Lucy is hiding behind the PC here.  My man friend is sleeping through it all!  No lives were lost during this episode.  But I think I will check my BP.   More cat tales later. 

Lost on Thanksgiving....

Thanksgiving Day 2015 started out fine.  I was awake and alive.  I was trying to open a container of Coconut Cool Whip when I took a dive onto the kitchen floor.  I recall hoping the rest of the day didn't go south like that Cool Whip.  But it pretty much did.  

I was invited to my man-friends family gathering. I showed up but he didn't.  Something about something I don't understand.  Anyway, I enjoyed my time with the family I had prayed for many years.  Had great food and conversation....left for home in the rain around 10:30 pm.  I had eye surgery that failed therefore at night everything glares, rain making it only worse.   I thought I should not make it home but I did.  I was very thankful but very tired.   I entered my home, checked my computer for mail etc.  Got into bed, and heard a faint knock on the door.  I jumped up and ran thinking OMG it is surely an axe murderer.  And to my shock I had left the door unlocked.  I clicked the lock as I looked through the peep hole....  SHEIT!  I couldn't see a thing.  The real wreath I had purchased and hung was blocking my view of the intruder.  So I just  went back to bed.  I woke up at around 7 am instantly realizing Bob had not been near me as he usually was.  I flew out of bed calling his name, searching the apartment for  him.  NOTHING!  I started crying because I knew he was gone.   I ran to the door and out into the hallway thinking he must have ran out between my legs when I got home from the Thanksgiving dinner with my man-friends family where he didn't show up.  Oh goodie the cool whip had continued on thru the day, into nightfall, onto morning.... 
And there I was with tears flowing in the hallway when I see Bob wondering around the hallway.  I picked him and as I did the neighbor man opened his apartment door walking out, just looking at me.  Obviously he was the faint knock I heard on my door the previous evening trying to tell me Bob was abandoned and in need of getting back into his familiar surroundings.  Yet I didn't answer the door.  SHEIT.....I looked into the man's eyes with my red swollen crying eyes and said, "Thank you for taking care of my cat."  I then walked back into my apartment with my red eyes.   (He is such a shy man he merely backed into his apartment.

Later in the day as I headed for the elevator I saw how that nice man had cut a cardboard box down, put plastic garbage bag over it and added kitty litter.  Then over a ways off he had placed bowls, one with water and one with dry food.  I was beyond impressed and THANKFUL. 

I went to the local grocery store, purchased a $20 gift card for the no name man who helped Bob.  I placed it in an envelope and taped it to his door.    Bob has stuck pretty close to me since his little overnight escapade.   He could have been put outside and died.  He could have been taken the to local  inhumane society.... but he didn't and wasn't.  Thankful!! 

Backseat Bob..............by Diane Ogden

Backseat Bob?  Yes that is what I presume Bob has been thinking the past few months considering I suspect he feels replaced.  Yes I have a man-friend who visits my and Bob's living quarters with great frequency.  I emphasize great frequency for a reason.  That reason being Bob's personal space has been invaded to say the least.  His barstool, his table, his kitchen counter, and his chair, not to mention other areas that are off blog limits.

 

 

My man-friend is being very patient and loving towards Bob in an effort to keep him calm so as not to have another $500.00 urinary tract infection due to stress as the Vet states is the cause of it.  Come on....??  I don't get urinary infections due to stress nor does anyone I know.  Just BOB!!   And if I do get one it doesn't cost me $500.00!!

                                                      "Contentment"

Back to Bob's replacement issues.  He now follows me everywhere especially the bathroom. Not my  man-friend, Bob. You see that would be the one place the "man-friend" doesn't go with me.  Bob is no dummie in case I haven't mentioned it.  Bob is slowly finding his place in the NEW hierarchy of his home.  Bob still LORD'S over Lucy so he hasn't lost all his manliness.  And just so you know....I pick him up and still cuddle-bug him and he loves it! 

I was going to post a picture but I cant. I just got Windows 10 and cant find my photos or documents or anything else. (So I took a new picture.) 

Bob's Friend Moved away FOREVER!

Yes Rahja moved far away with his family.  They had stayed with us for a couple months in which time the two cats became for sure soul mates.  It was very hard to see them separated.  I was  not home at the time but was informed Rahja screamed like a human being when put in his carrier to leave.  Bob tried to paw the door open to help Rahja but was unable to.

Bob was a very sad cat for over a month after Rahja's disappearance.  He has become very close to me once again which is the good part of the story.  During Rahja's stay he and Bob were never apart where before Rahja Bob would sleep on my shoulder every night.  He is back to sharing my new Serta remote control vibrating lift bed.  He seems alright although who really knows.  If he could talk I have no doubt the "Tales" he would tell.

Bob cannot vocalize very well.  The vet thinks someone choked him as his vocal cords do not work properly.  As well as if I put both my hands on his head he will flinch and try to bite me.  So obviously I don't do that!  He also cannot jump over a gate.  I mean what cat cannot jump over a baby gate?  Bob cant!  Again I suspect there is a story to that also.  And don't forget he was DUMPED out in the country at the family farm where my daughter found him extremely ill.  I cant imagine the "tale" he would tell regarding that terrible part of his life.  He was used to dogs and cats so he came domesticated.  That's about all I know for now.  Except Bob is fairly - to - very happy again. Except for the small part of him I suspect feels something is missing...... his soul mate.

More cat "tales" later.....

Takes Two to Tango...............by Diane Ogden

Our house guests are still here which includes Rahja the male feline boarder.  Wait, boarders pay rent right?  Nope, Rahja does not fit that description then.  He would be more like a  short term visitor who makes funny noises at three and five thirty every morning....  most of the time I can sleep through them, but not last night.  I remained awake from the first funny noise to the five thirty noise.  That was "special" dontchaknow? 

Today was Easter not that any of the certified zoo animals noticed and no I didn't get any kitty baskets or lil dog Easter egg treats.  Naddo, none!  They are so very lucky I am sharing my abode with them and paying their medical bills.  I mean the litter I am going through is up for financial discussion...not to mention Rahja is eating everyone else's food and suddenly everyone is throwing up!!   No clue.  The throw up  seems to have dissipated as of today.  My neighbor says I live on "peuke island."   Least its not "chit" island..... I think. 

So today the sun was shining in my big West front window where Rahja and Bob always lay on the love seat like they really know its a love seat.  I personally think Rahja is gay.  Not that is matters okay?  But he loves Bob Benjamin Morrison Ogden way too much.  He lays too close to him, he licks him for what seems like over and above the call of licking, or liking which makes Bob mad after twenty minutes has passed at which time Bob places his paw on Rahja's head to push him away and when that doesn't work it tends to get a lil rougher.  I took some snapshots of the ritual love seat licking and kicking "ars."  Get it?

Sun bathing on Easter Sunday....

The perpetual licking begins as they lay arm in arm!

 

Paw on Rahja's head saying ENOUGH licking, STOP!

And the fight begins.  Bob said No and Rhaja didn't hear him I guess.  Not to worry, I broke it up before there was any chance of a vet bill. I could have had the mini lift I want for all the $ I have spent saving my own three plus my Granddaughters and Daughters felines. 

More cat tales later.....

Bob is Sick! ................................by Diane Ogden

So I noticed Bob Benjamin Morrison Ogden in the litter box a couple times in a row so I started watching more closely and sure enough he was going from one box to the next squatting.  That is when I knew "we" had us a problem.  I called our veterinarian who didn't have any openings......but told me to "drop him off."   Later to find out there was a "DROP HIM OFF" charge.  I am usually a very kind person until someone tries to rob me such as the "drop him off" charge.  They had my young feline from 1:30 - 6:30.  They gave him IV fluids as he was dehydrated which no one knew why.  They never got a urine sample so they sent me home with 100 little black pieces of plastic to put in his litter box to trick him into urinating.  Ha.....ever tried to trick Bob?  Middle of the night Bob was so full of fluids from the vet he used his best wisdom and peed all over my hot pink shower mat.  I didn't like it anyway because it didn't match anything I have.  It was a $5 special at the new grocery store around the corner....good riddins to it.  But I did use some white tissue to blot his urine which told me he was very sick as it was bloody pink.  I don't think it was the dye from the shower pad because my feet have never been pink that I am aware of.  So I called the vet and asked for an antibiotic due to the bloody urine.  They said no that they had to have a sample and to bring him back in.  Once again I saw the word "robbery" and I took appropriate action.  I got the antibiotic!! He also rec'd an anti urinary tract spasm med, and a pain med.  Bill stands at $460.00.  Hell, if I got a bladder infection it wouldn't cost me that much.......

They think Bob may be upset due to the new house guest Rhaja cat.  Because he has been in perfect health for two years, or has it been one year?  idk.

Bob is slowly recovering.  He has slept on my arm and shoulder almost all night last.  He knows he is a sick boy.  I just pray he doesn't have crystals.... We do not know because he refused both kinds of urine tests.  The veterinarian kind and the empty trickery litter box one.  He "ain't" no dummy.

  Bob is laying in the sun recovering!   And below he is being babied and he loves it.

 

Update later.....