Tag: Cats

Guilden Grid

Timothy Price24 Comments

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I took Guildenstern in for a checkup last week because he had become anxious, clingy, talkative and seemed to continuously move from one spot to another. It turns out he has hyperthyroid, so now I have to give him medicine twice a day. We just started the medicine on Friday, but he seems calmer already. When I give him his medicine, I open his mouth and quickly stick the tiny pill down his throat. It happens so fast, that he purrs and looks confused because he’s not sure about what happened. Guildenstern is only 13 years old, but that makes him an old man in kitty age. He was enjoying the afternoon sun from under the garden table, that made a nice grid pattern on him.

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The X99 Test

Timothy Price12 Comments

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I brought home a couple of smoke damaged X99 chairs for the office. Guildenstern tested the one we will use at the sewing machine, and gave it a five out of five paws rating for kitting comfort, snoozing and all-out cat lounging.

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Cattywampus

Timothy Price7 Comments

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Roscrantz was laying between my legs about 3:30 am when Diné attacked him, and a cattywampus ensued as they fought, tumbled  and wamped each other on my legs before Diné jumped off the bed with Rosencrantz in hot pursuit. A few minutes later Diné returned to triumphantly claim the spot between my legs where Rosencrantz had been before their cattywampus. Rosencrantz made his rounds, came back in, walked up on my chest and gave me a security report before he snuggled inbetween Laurie and me. I got up early, so Diné and Rosencrantz, still worn out from their early morning tussle, dragged themselves to my spot and continued to snooze.  Guildenstern seemed a little mystified  that I was getting up after all that ruckus in the wee hours of the morning. Meanwhile Mama Manx caught the first rays of the sunrise in the catio.

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Cat Games

Timothy Price16 Comments

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While I was playing with Rosencrantz by the end of the bed, Guildenstern walked up to the edge of the bed and grabbed the stick out of my hand. He held it there while Rosencrantz watched for him to move it. When Guildenstern didn’t wiggle the string, Rosencrantz looked up at him like “Are you going to do something?” At which point Guildenstern attempted to wiggle the string, but the pole dropped from his thumbless paws. He grabbed for it, but it finally ended up on the floor.

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