Easy Like Sunday?

Rocky: We're doing our best to have an Easy Sunday after a rough few days. The humans have been snuggling us and pampering us like crazy after what has happened to poor Mr. Milky. They're letting us break all the rules. Look what they let me do last night at dinner ....And even though we're allowed back into our living room since Mr. Milky is hospitalized, it feels kinda sad in there. It's a holiday weekend so we haven't talked to Dr. Shew yet today, but he would have called us if there were bad news.

I told my mom we should share some photos she took of Mr. Milky just a couple of hours before he suffered the stroke. He looked so much better, and so happy, snuggling on the couch with Jim ...As much as he doesn't like me, I sure hope he gets well and happy again ... and then maybe we can get to be friends. And I want to thank all our wonderful friends for caring so much about us and for helping us help Mr. Milky. I would like to come give purrs and headbutts to all of you in person!

Easy Like Sunday Morning ... NOT!!

Fracas: Not only is that Milky thing still holding my living room hostage ... he tried to attack me! So I'm never going in there again, no way, uh uh!He was in his kennel during one of our interview sessions, so I decided to nap on top of his kennel to make friends with him ... and he went crazy! I know it's because he's a tomcat and he's had to protect himself, but our whole staff is very upset and afraid of him, and our human artists are afraid he might hurt us.

Maybe he won't be so nuts when he gets his hoohahectomy, which is scheduled for a week from Monday, Sept. 1. Dr. Shew can do it sooner than expected because Milky is doing so well. He got the stitches out of his feet Friday ... and now he just wants to whap us all.

He's getting BIG, gaining lots of weight ...

... His hair is growing back ...

... And some of it is curly ...... And he has taken over OUR couch ... and made it all stinky! :-(

My human artist says she'll have to get our living room furniture professionally cleaned after we find a furever home for Mr. Milky, because he has sprayed everywhere. But the only problem is now he thinks MY mom is his mom and he wants to be on her lap all the time. Hmmm ... maybe if I can figure out how to get all scraggly and skinny and spray everywhere, she'll start letting ME on her lap all the time again??

Woe is Me Wednesday

Rocky: Drat. Curses. Phooey. Bah humbug. Woe is me ...I'm pouting on my human artist's work because that Milky thing is still in my living room ... and I'm not ...She says she can't introduce us to the Milky intruder until he finishes his antibiotics and she's sure he isn't contagious in any way. He's getting better ... gaining weight, opening his eyes, growing some furs. In the meantime, I'm wallowing in misery.

We've also been having serious talks about whether or not Mr. Milky gets to join my staff. I reminded my human artist of her vow ... that we wouldn't hire more staff as long as Callie is with us, because she's 19 years old and gets upset easily. And we already have 8 cats and a woofie on our permanent staff here in our headquarters.

I've agreed that he can stay with us until he's all healthy again and not so scraggly looking and gets his hoohahectomy next month ... but after that, if one of our cat blogging friends would be interested in giving him a furever home ... would like to "Get Milk" ... my humans have agreed to drive him to his new home. My mom says it will break her heart to be without him, but she loves him enough to give him a better life than he might have here with us. And if he's with a cat blogging friend, he'll always be with her.

It's a difficult decision.

Mr. Milky

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My name is Milky ... and I'm a mess ...

Even I don't know where I came from, but I decided a few days ago to live on Artsy Catsy's front porch because I was starving and sick with sores and bald patches all over me. Rumor in the 'hood is that these human artists will take in all creatures great and small. See - no matter how dirty and stinky and infected I am, they cuddle me on the front porch glider ... First they treated me for fleas, then they gave me my name, Mr. Milky, because of my "Got milk?" moustache (but my runny, infected eyes keep drooling on my handsome moustache.) :-( And they don't mind that my swollen, infected front paws make bloody footprints all over their porch. My humans say my paws smell rotten and they're very worried about them, but they love on me anyway.I'm so happy that some beans are finally taking care of me that I keep kneading the air with my paws, no matter how much it hurts.

Today at 4:30 the human artists are taking me to the vet to get tests and treatments and see if he can make me well and handsome again. And if he thinks he can, then I'm getting a hoohaectomy, because my hoo-hahs are all swollen and hurty. I'm going to ask him if I can have a bath, too, because I'm SO filthy and crusty!

I know you don't know me very well, but I'm an okay guy - or at least I will be soon - and I'm wondering if I can ask you a favor? My timing wasn't very good - I was desperate - so I moved in to Artsy Catsy when their green papers were kinda short. They're not comfortable asking for help, so I'm asking for them. If anyone could spare just one or two green papers toward my vet bills, you can help me pay my own way, and I think it would make my new humans so happy and grateful!

I can't type yet because of my rotten paws, but Rocky agreed to put up a PayPal donation button for me (even though he doesn't like me at all.) Thank you so much - even just a few cents will mean so much to me and my adoptive humans! And I'll have Rocky update you as soon as I get home from the vet.

Update Sat. Aug. 9:

Dr. Shew says even though I still have some fever, I'm responding to antibiotics and feeling better! I won't get tested for FIP and leukemia until Monday because he's focusing on my infection and my poor feet, but he thinks chances are slim I'll test positive because I'm getting better. He just wants me to rest and recover over the weekend.

He says my front feet are so damaged it might require surgery, but he'll have a better idea about that by Monday. He isn't certain what might have happened to my feet, but he's wondering if there's a chance they might have been burned. I don't remember, because I'm trying to forget my past life, now that I've found out there's such a miraculous thing as loving humans and kitties who care about me and are helping with my vet bills and would never, never, ever abuse or neglect me or any other kitty ever again!

Monday is going to be a big day for me. Besides having a better idea about what it will take to get my feet well, and getting more tests, I'm also getting wormed and bathed and cleaned up ... and I might even get to go back to Artsy Catsy if I don't have to have surgery!

Thank you all SO much for helping me!

Update 5:15 p.m. Fri. Aug. 8 (dictated by Mr. Milky to Rocky by phone) ...

I've been admitted to the vet hospital for this weekend. Nice Dr. Shew said I had a high fever and probably infection throughout my system from my foot pads and my eyes. My toe pads are horribly infected, swollen three times their normal size with no skin on them at all. Dr. Shew also said my front legs are deformed from malnutrition and that the areas where my furs have turned brown are from malnutrition and sun exposure.

He's going to give me massive amounts of antibiotics and other medications and treat my poor feet over the weekend, plus run blood tests and also test me for feline leukemia, FIP and other diseases. Dr. Shew says I'm not a young kitty, but I'm not geriatric either, but I've had a terrible life so far, and if he can get all the infection cleared up, he might be able to save me for a better life the rest of my years!

Thank you, thank you, thank you everyone for helping me out - This is the first time in my life that anyone has ever cared about me! xoxoxo

Mad Mancat Monday

Rocky: I am one mad mancat! It's been 10 days since I've been able to post on my blog because my humans are maniacs who can't get their priorities straight!

First, they've been busy using up MY place on my mom's lap to be fascinated with THIS ... a new blurpy thing named Cooper, who is my mom's third cousin ...

Next, they've been frantically busy taking care of THIS, who has decided to live on my front porch ... It's a young mancat who showed up in MY backyard, skin and bones, starving, in terrible shape and screeching at MY mom and Suzanne for MY food ...So they've been feeding it MY food and putting MY flea treatment on it and giving it MY scritches and now they're taking it to MY vet to get it well again and give it a hoohaectomy so it will stop spraying on MY porch furniture. They say they're going to find it a furever home. Yeah, right. They've already given it a name - they're calling it "Milky" because of its "Got Milk?" moustache ... so I suppose they think they're going to add it to MY staff! No way!!!!!!

And if that's not enough, then they went out and bought THIS ...

They say they got a great deal and it's a business expense because they're going to paint cats and Artsy Catsy logos on it and travel around the country doing cat shows and art shows and painting murals. If they think they're leaving ME at home, they can forget it! As I pointed out to them, this Crazy Catmobile has LOTS of room for we cats ...

Lots of beds for my whole staff to sleep on ....

A dining table to nap on ...

Kitchen counters to walk on ...

And LOTS of space for running, chasing and having motor home trashing parties ...So, enough is enough! I say it's time for these humans to get their priorities straight, to get back to blogging, get that blurpy thing off their laps, find a furever home for that Milky thing ... and maybe even have a contest to name this Crazy Catmobile thing so we can paint it and hit the road ... and maybe even stop to visit some of my blogging cat friends!!! Don't you agree?