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.....

As of two weeks ago my pseudo Granddaughter moved in ......WAIT!  I just looked that word up and its all WRONG for this sentence: 

pseu·do

ˈso͞odō/

adjective

adjective: pseudo

OOPS!!  WRONG WORD....

1. not genuine; sham.

   "we are talking about real journalists and not the pseudo kind"

   synonyms:

   bogus, sham, phony, artificial, mock, ersatz, quasi-, fake, false, spurious, deceptive, misleading, assumed, contrived, affected, insincere

1. My Granddaughter is not that!  She is not my blood kin but has been in my life since she was 18 months old.  I was trying to think of a cool word to add to the Granddaughter description and I flubbed it.  Just so you understand and we can laugh about my pseudo ignorance. Anyway, her and her son Cayden James are staying with me while they search for a nice apartment in Madison.  Accompanying them is Rhaja, a male cat.  Yup another cat.  I expected mayhem from my two cats and something from my little dog but to my genuine surprise there has been total peace among the animals since the second day when Rhaja snuck out of his bedroom jail.  He didn't like being stuck in that dark old bedroom so he escaped.  He is the most regal of cats.  He and Bob have been playing and sleeping together.  Lucy notsomuch.  But then Lucy is afraid of the world.  Grace the dog is fine with all of it long as we give her attention also. There is only one problem.  Rhaja is eating everything in sight.  He is eating his expensive food, Bob and Lucy's mixed hairball food, two bowls of it a day, and Gracie and Lucy's one jar of baby food Ham and gravy that helps Lucy poop.  I pick it up and he sneaks when I am not looking and licks her clean.  So Bob and Lucy went into Rhaja's room and ate his expensive food in return! God they'll all be puecking now. If anyone calls his name he comes directly.  Bob is so funny chasing after Rhaja like a follower vs the leader he was two weeks ago!  His short little legs and fat belly up against Rhaja handsomeness.   Boy I bet he is glad I saved his fat little butt now that he see's what the deal really is.  My concern is what shall happen when they have to separate.  I am very concerned!  Neither will have the playmate they both need being young restless male felines. Enjoy the photos! We sure have enjoyed taking them.. Bob really enjoys having a youngster around.  Cayden James Jensen  Checking out Rhaja's room! (Used to be an office ha)  Lounging in the sunroom on the loveseat! Bob's new playmate....."Rhaja Blundon" I am now certified zooified.

Hide n Seek.........by Diane Ogden

Bob has been living with Gracie Allen the 7 lb. Chi-Pom and Lucy Lou the beautiful but very shy rescue cat I have had for 2 years this week.  
Bob tends to be a young man-boy cat with a need for action and a need to be the dominant animal in this equation.  That being said, Bob has to stay in the master bedroom all day while I am at work.  The other two get the rest of the house and sadly Bob, if he can think at all, figures he is the only one of the three that is quarantined therefore he is starting to hide in the morning.  This morning I was calling and calling is name but no answer.  I scanned the apartment and found this: 

  I guess he figured if he couldn't see me, I couldn't see him!!  WRONG!! 
I make sure he has toys, a nice seat by the window, food, water, and sometimes even the TV is on low so he doesn't feel alone.  And catnip!

More Cat Tales later.....

Bob the Cookie Thief!............by Diane Ogden

 This is a serious case of wanting the last cookie in the bag.  I am thinking I need to get Bob some sweet treats.  He found a chocolate "crumb" on the counter and scarfed it down faster than I could get to it. No  worries, it was microscopic.

    This is the beginning of my crustless pie.  I turned my back for a minute and Bob was on it!  I got him some treats to redirect his attention because I do not like hair in my pie.   He doesn't mind but I do...

Super Bowl Bob......................by Diane Ogden

Bob tried to get into the SuperBowl.  He sat on his favorite spot, the cable box.  It blows out some heat and he likes that.  I need to get him a heated bed. 

I was working on my computer while I watched the SuperBowl when Mr. Bob jumped up on my lap and then scooched his way farther and farther up my lap.  He prefers to get up by my face. He then puts his paws on my cheeks.  It's the darndest thing I have ever experienced with a cat.  In fact it is getting hard to sleep because at night he scooches up up up onto my chest and neck area.  Then he kneads my chest with his paws which have very sharp nails.  I have to put a blanket between me and his paws so he can knead and I wont experience pain as well as being awake too long.  When persons are awake too long they rarely go back to sleep for a few hours. Bob isn't a person, so he goes directly back to sleep.  Not mwah!

We're all good.  More later.......its a bit quiet.  I think its because its WINTER.  I set him up by the windows yesterday to watch the latest blizzard snow storm.  He didn't seem too interested. And for the record I wasn't either.  8"'s.   Maybe that is why. 

I am King Bob.................by Diane Ogden

 

 

So this is Bob and Lucy's home.  And everything in this home Bob claims as his.  Lucy was enjoying a quiet restful evening on the bar stool until Bob saw her resting on HIS bar stool and that is when he jumped up and onto her back.  She always gives in.  Bless her gentle little heart.   Below is  BobBenjaminMorrisonOgden realizing his King-ship!  He rules. 

(Don't worry I give Lucy extra loves)

 

 

Bob's Victims...........................................by Diane Ogden

So these are Bob's little victims....
Bob isn't a playful little man.  He is an angry little man.  I understand.  He has to be in the bedroom all day alone while I work.  If not he bites Lucy's neck and she screams something terrible.  He doesn't seem too interested in Gracie Allen thank God but on occasion he has swiped at her.  I know he is jealous so I try to give him more attention.  He really needs to be an "only cat."  Like an only kid household. But I would worry about him forever being without me.  Not that I am the best.  But I would want to know where he is and how he is.  No worries, he isn't going anywhere yet.  He also wants to go outside so badly but I cant be chasing him around in the snow besides he isn't licensed for out there and there are coons and coyotes in the area.  Besides he would bring me home awful horrible hideous sickening gagging  presents from the field.  Truly OMG!   So for now he is in.  I hold him half the night until my arm goes to sleep.  He makes loving chirps to me. Hard for him as his throat has been injured in the past.....   And he purrs an odd purr as he places his two front paws on my face.  That would be at 2 or 3 a.m.  If I turn over he sleeps very close up against my back.  I think I must be the only person that was every kind to him.  Yet he was very interested in my GGson who came to visit yesterday.  So below are Bob's little victims, Gracie Allen and Lucy Lou.  (She is so gentle and has anxiety I hate to see Bob jump on her and bite)  I need that cat man from TV with all the Tattoo's so the three animals can live in the same room.