Day 14 of My Captivity

I am now halfway through my imprisonment. I have been yelling that I am innocent, that I deserve freedom (and hours of head rubs), but to no avail. Ok, I did get a lot of head rubs, but it wuzn't the hours I deserved.

Bowie seems to have fully recovered. We don't know what happened, but just hope it won't happen again. I mean, I know da kid wants to be like me (and really who wouldn't?) but a trip to da emergency vet and scaring da mommas half to death wuz unnecessary.

Angelique has even been coming in to see me some and NOT hissing. 

Today I got a treat. A really delishus treat! I got a serving of Tiki Cat Papeekeo Luau. And OMC - it wuz da bestest cat food I has ever had. And I don't think it wuz that I wuz just tired of urinary health food cuz Bowie scarfed it down too. And yeah, I'm going to have to keep eating urinary food too, but da mommas has done TONS of cat food research in the last couple weeks, and found some high-quality foods that will work for me too. And I loved this one. 

 

And we just wanted to show ya how good Bowie's eyes look now. Such an improvement from last week. And they are working too - he caught a big anole lizard today in da sunroom. I'm jealous - I would luv to be out catching lizards. 

Well, I think we bored Angelique. Or is she laffin at us boys??

Music Monday (Day 12 of My Captivity)

Hey pals. It's Day 12 of my unjust imprisonment. And I decided that today I'd do a Music Monday post - I haven't been able to do one of those for a while due to all the medical emergencies. But since me and Bowie are both doing ok now, I thought I'd do a music post for ya.

The theme this week are musicians born in November. And since both my momma and Bowie's momma has November birthdays, this wuz somefin my momma could really get into since she says it are da best month ever for birthdays.

Since we are da Lone Star Cats, we thought we'd start wif a Lone Star musician - Lyle Lovett. Born November 1.

Next up are one of momma's favorites - Miranda Lambert (she's seen her twice).

Ok, to switch modes a lil. Do any of y'all remember da boy bands of da late 90s? MOL, my momma duz and while she wuz never really into them, Nick Lachey wuz cute and she did watch Newlyweds. Weird thing - he and his wife Vanessa Minnillo (who costars in this video) have the same birthday (today).

Carlie Rae Jepsen also has a November birthday - here's her big hit. 

And now for Miss Tina Turner to close the show - she shares my momma's birthday!

Happy birthday month November guys and gals!

Sunday Selfies (Day 11 of My Captivity)

 

I am beginning to think I am never going to get out of this kitty condo. And I wuz denied blogging privileges yesterday! Momma (the Warden) claims she wuz too busy taking down Meowloween decorayshuns. By which she means - removing MY lights! Ok, there's still the white twinkle lights in here, but no pumpkins, no spiders, no candy corn lights and no lights that strobe purple and orange. This is cruel and unusual punishment!!  

And Bowie? He's back to normal - begging for ice cream and macaroni and cheese. His eyes seem to have completely recovered. Still no clue what happened to him, but it wuz definitely scary there for a lil bit.

Angelique has been enjoying some sun time in the cat tree.

And me? I have to take my selfie in the kitty condo cell block #9. Someone call the Innocence Project! 

I don't know if I can count on Bowie or Angelique to do it, so I better keep meowing.

Don't laff at my squeaky meow Angelique! I've been meyowlin for hours. Ya don't know what it's like to do hard time.

Day 9 of My Captivity

Well, while the whole country waits for eleckshun results, I am stuck in my kitty condo awaiting freedom. And to make things even worse, my drugs have run out. All I have left is nip.

Angelique has decided to come in and hang wif me some, and she didn't even hiss me today.

Bowie is still getting better, but he's not all there yet. He ackshually ate some food on his own today though, so that wuz good.

As ya can tell, his eyes finally look all better today too. We still have no idea what happened wif him, and we don't know if we ever will. But we are just happy that he seems to be getting better. 

Angelique gets freedom, she gets to hang in the cat tree.

And I am still stuck in the kitty condo wif a cone on my head. Life is so unfair.

Another Bowie Update

 

Well, as you can tell by his picture today, Bowie is doing better. He's still obviously not one hundred purrcent, but he is much more steady on his feet. And his eyesight is returning - we can tell there is some sight in each eye (his pupils contract when you shine a light in them and he follows things with his eyes), but it is also not one hundred purrcent. There seems to be some uneven dilation of his eyes. He has been been drinking water, but still duzn't wanna eat, so his momma has been spoonfeeding him.

Bowie spent a lot of today hanging in my room - it iz nice to have him wif me, even if I are stuck in da kitty condo and he gets to hang on da big bed. 

Angelique wanted to remind y'our humans to VOTE if they haven't already. Luckily, ours early voted weeks ago!

Bowie Update

So today has been a tuff day for Bowie. Last nite we thought he wuz doing good, the vet we had talked to seemed optimistic and said he'd be good to go tomorrow. But this morning wuz a different story. His blood pressure had skyrocketed overnight and he wuz blind (again). The vet said he wuz in severe distress and that we needed to consider putting him down. When da mommas (all 3 of them) got there, they visited wif Bowie. He wuz blind, but he wuz calm wif them and not in distress. They talked about taking him to a neurologist but given what the emergency vets had done, nobody seemed to think a neurologist wuz a good opshun - if he has a brain tumor or something, there is not much that can be done. And putting him through a battery of tests (MRIs and CT scans) would just stress him out. They ran tests on his blood and urine - all normal. He got some activated charcoal just in case he wuz poisoned - but we have no clue how since we've checked everything. The mommas just decided to take him home and see how he does. He has spent most of the day resting. His momma spoon-fed him a whole can of food (not all at once, MOL) and he's used the kitty box. He's still blind, but he is hearing and aware and responsive. Tonite, he seemed a lil better since he wuz walking steady and wanted in my room to see me. 

We got to touch noses and do a lil headbutt. It looks like da kid are in even worse shape than me. Come on dude, get better. I need my lil shadow.

Angelique is our only healthy kitty right now. 

We're giving Bowie a fighting chance. He's still on his blood pressure meds and we're making shure he gets food and liquid. And of course, lotsa luv. The vets are all stumped as to what happened - if it wuz a head trauma from a fall (Bowie does like to climb), something toxic, a clot, a stroke, a brain bleed - no one seems to have any ideas. We have another idea - if you remember, back in early April, we were all sick. Bowie wuz very sick. The mommas thought it could be da COVID since it seemed like some people in this house had it right before. And we're wondering if this could be one of those "long-haul" COVID symptoms - there's no way to know of course, but we know some people with COVID throw clots. But for right now, Bowie is just enjoying a lot of love.

Day 3 of Captivity

Day 3 of Captivity. A quiet day for me, spent enjoying nip and buprenorphine. I guess I am a true Planonian now since I are on da opioids. I am being super sweet and enjoying a lot of head rubs from my momma. And oh yeah, modelin my Meowloween Calvin collar. Fashion stops for no bladder surgery.   

Angelique spent da day getting high off of nip and meowing. She still hasn't come to see me. Doesn't my sister like me anymore? I need her to help break me out since for some reason Bowie can't figger it out.  

Maybe it's becuz he are too busy modeling Calvin collars too.

Home, But Locked Up!

 

Well, I'm back. I had to be cut open - momma says I had stones in my bladder. Well, I don't know how they got in there since I didn't eat any stones, but they are gone now. And ya would think I would get to be free now, but now. I are locked up - in some kind of dog crate nightmare! I am not a dog. Momma says my puppy play pen are on the way and hopefully I'll like that better. WHAT? I'm not a puppy! I'm a cat and I want to go sleep in my basket on top of momma's trunk. But she says I can't jump for a whole MONTH and that I just gotta get over it. Get over it? I had my legs shaved, my belly shaved and cut into, I gotta wear dis dumb plastic satellite dish on my head, and I are stuck in a dog crate. It are just RIDICULOUS. And I even wuz nice to the vets, I made em all fall in love wif me. Seriously, they were telling momma what a good cat I wuz and how I wuz just wonderful and a lot better than the other cat at the surgery center. Momma says I'm not quite worth my weight in gold, but apparently I am worth two to three times my weight in silver. Yeah, she thinks she's a comedian. But seriously, you'd think good behavior would earn me freedom, but no. 

And there's Bowie sitting in a basket. SO unfair! 

And Angelique sitting way up high in her room. I want to be up high! I want to be in a basket! I want FREEDOM! Momma says I can get free for her birthday - WHAT?? I'll never make it to Thanksgiving. I've been on a bit of a hunger strike since coming home. But it are hard to be Gandhi when that food duz smell pretty good . . . maybe I'll work on tunneling out a la The Great Escape or The Shawshank Redempshun.