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

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We've had some backsliding on Pippin's weight. He's gained about five ounces. Not terrible, but we want to keep getting that weight down. He's at around 19.5 and I'm aiming for 18 lbs. The problem is that we have to closely monitor food time because Pippin gets his diet food in his bowl, while Opal and Saffy get regular food in their bowls. But usually we're busy making dinner or doing something else at the times the food bowls are put out. Pippin cunningly uses any opportunity he can to sneak over to the girls' bowls and inhale as much food as he can while he has the chance. He knows he isn't supposed to do it, but his stomach leads him unto evil. We must be more vigilant.

The weight loss has been great for him. He's twice as playful as he was before, going so far as to romp and toss mousies around. It's wonderful.

Another amusing link to share: The Nine Most Ridiculous Tabloid Headlines about Cats.

While I was brushing my teeth, Saffy announced loudly that she had brought me a mousie. And she kept announcing it until I turned away from the sink and praised her.

Meanwhile, deprived of a mousie to dunk in the water bowl, Jetta (I'm guessing) resorted to dunking Mr. Fuzzy Ball in the water bowl.

Your fun link for the day: how to pet a kitty.

According to the nightly ritual, Randy made sure there were mousies downstairs for Opal to fetch after we go to bed. Instead, about two minutes later, Saffy trotted up with a mouthful of mousies. Randy started laughing, "I saw that she had a tail sticking out of her mouth, then she turned around and I saw another tail sticking out of the other side of her mouth." Yes, Saffy brought us two mousies! Oh talented moggy! I wonder if she qualifies for the Guinness Book of Records?

Your laugh for the day: Maru, one of the funniest cats ever.

Zoe had a few days on only half a trank at night, then a couple of days where I didn't give her any. But tonight she attacked Tosca again. Plus I found a scab on Jetta's left ear that has to be from a fight of some kind.

As much as I hate the effect the tranks have on Zoe, I'm going back to the half a trank at night for a longer period of time, more like a month or so. It could be that she will simply never get better. An unhappy thought, but Tosca is an old girl now and may not have a lot of years left. I'm not going to have her last years be miserable because of Zoe's problem

I only gave Zoe the half a trank one time on Friday and things were quiet over the weekend, but this morning I caught her chasing Tosca in about-to-attack mode. I'm putting her back on a light dose of tranks for a few days.

Some old friends of Randy's have a moggy that's even bigger and fatter than Pippin was. I present the feline largeness known as Mr. Fuzzy Fur Fur in the Five Gallon Cat blog.

I gave Zoe half a trank earlier this evening. She all-out attacked Tosca for no provocation at all that I could see. I've noticed a few hints of returning aggression recently, but I wasn't expecting this level of attack. Hopefully the trank will cut short her return to the bad behavior.

The body of baby rat #5 was waiting for me this morning. Go Demon Mouser! The crows had a nice meat snack.

Over the weekend, I was thinking I might have to take Tosca to the vet. She had clearly not been feeling well for many days. She was moping around, not greeting us as usual, not interested in her treats. Then I came out to find six piles of vomit waiting for me, including a hairball. Now she's back to her old, happy self. I must find a way to get more Petromalt into her.

I weighed Zoe yesterday and she was at 11.2, so she's holding steady around that weight. This morning she was zooming around the office like her butt was on fire, so I suspect she's doing all right.

It has been prey-free in the office since last Thursday. No more baby rats, no skinks, nada. This is fine with me.

Opal decided that she needed to have my attention while I was doing something at the sink. She did this by stretching up and jabbing her claws into my butt. I don't think it was exactly the kind of attention she expected.

Then later, while I was brushing my teeth, she quite unexpectedly leapt onto my back, once again relying on her claws to steady herself. She usually does this to Randy, not to me. He has the back and shoulders to support her and he loves giving her rides all around the house, up and down the stairs, on his shoulders. I kept brushing my teeth until she finally realized she'd chosen the wrong transporation platform and this train was not leaving the station.

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