Tales of the Moggy Horde or How I learned To Stop Worrying And Love Bast

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Positive signs:

Zoe is down to half a trank only at night and things are going well. No significant signs of aggression. Yesterday, Tosca and Zoe took a few whacks at one another in passing, but it clearly wasn't more than minor irritation and didn't look like it was going to escalate. I'll maintain this dosage for a while yet, but I finally have hope I may be able to wean her off the tranks completely.

We've broken the 21 pound barrier! We weighed Pippin and he's down to 20.4! He whines for more food, of course, the poor boy, but this is progress, so we're sticking to it. Ideally, we want to get him down to 18 lbs. and keep him stabilized around that weight.

Not wanting a repeat of the green tinsel vomit, I took down the tinsel tassel thingy and threw it into a large waste bin in my office. Yesterday, I came into the office and found that Zoe had extracted it from the bin and was halfway through chowing down a strand of gold tinsel. I quickly grabbed her and managed to get the gold tinsel from her mouth. A couple of hours later, she gifted me with a red tinsel hairball. Hopefully, that is the last I will see of it.

I've been sorting through boxes of comics and magazines in a big reorganizing project. I pulled a thick wad of newspapers stuffing from one box and set it aside to throw out later. Zoe has claimed this new "bed" as her own and loves sleeping on it. Needless to say, it hasn't been thrown out just yet.

Zoe: "You can have it when I'm done reading it."

- Zoe: "Hmmm...maybe a distraction tactic...LOOK! What's that up there?!"

The Great Furry Alarm Clock aka Pippin let us sleep in until 9 am! Woot!

Once he has gotten us up, however, he then goes between Randy and me as we're doing our morning prep and "encourages" us along as he watches to see which one of us will make it down to the kitchen first. His encouragement takes the form of rubbing against legs, brushing tail across human's face and piteous meeps that are meant to convince us that in spite of weighing in at 21 lbs he really truly is about to die of starvation.

The landlord sent painters around to paint the outside back wall of the duplex. One of the painters was at work doing finishing details around the kitchen glass doors and Saffy found this fascinating. She sat and watched his every move.

Zoe threw up a hairball last night, but it was a glitery green hairball. She had eaten a long strand of green metallic tinsel. It came from a cat toy that was bundled with one of those rod and string toys, but I didn't like the one that was made of streamers of tinsel. It didn't look like something healthy for a cat, so I took the streamers and hung them up for decoration in a place where, theoretically, it should have been impossible for a cat to get to it. Somehow she managed.

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Pippin is lusting after the squirrels, birds and yes, rats in the back yard. One squirrel came too close to the glass doors in the kitchen and Pippin make a lunge. Sadly, there was this problem with the glass being in the way, so he had to pull himself short, but he WANTED that squirrel.

Things have been going well with Zoe, so I've decided to try cutting her dose of tranks one more cautious step downward. It looks as though I'll be working from home for the next few months at the very least. That means I'll be here to supervise, which makes me feel safer about doing it. I reduced the dosage a few days ago and so far, so good.

And now, just for fun, some piccies.

Opal at five.

Pippin dreams of squirrels. This picture doesn't convey the beautiful green color of his eyes.

Pippin at five, and weighing in at 21 lbs.

Interesting article interviewing a woman who has written a nutrition book about the quality of pet food.

Here's the first paragraph of the article:

After examining how people buy food in an aisle-by-aisle guide called What to Eat, Marion Nestle picked up a can of pet food to see how its ingredient label compared with the ones on human chow. Nestle, a professor of nutrition, food studies and public health at New York University, found the pet-food ingredient label incomprehensible. This led to her latest book, Feed Your Pet Right: The Authoritative Guide to Feeding Your Dog and Cat (Free Press, 2010), written with Malden C. Nesheim, professor emeritus of nutritional sciences at Cornell University. Nestle spoke with TIME about navigating the maze of pet-food products in what has become an $18 billion industry in the U.S.
Read the rest of the article.

Happy Approximate Birthday to Zoe! She's now five years old, too. It's odd to have all but one cat be the same age. Tosca's the only elder in the group.

Zoe's watching the color printer turn out pages, fascinated by the whole process. You'd never know to look at this big healthy girl that she was the runt of the litter. She was a rescued kitty, like all of mine, brought to me when she was about six weeks old by people who were so clueless they didn't know how to set up a cat box for the kittens they wanted to keep.

She's gotten bored with the printer and is settling into my lap for her afternoon siesta. She just complained that the keyboard is in her way, which leads to cat-induced typos. Now she's purring herself into a doze. If I'm not careful, she may purr me into a doze, too.

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