Escape artist seeking comfort

So… It is now safe to say, or conclude, that No Food equals Veterinarian. I shall be better prepared next time!
To make it really, really short, I was shoved into the carrier, taken to the vet, was prodded and shaved in the presence of my human (I gave her a sad ‘Why?!’ look but it didn’t help). I was left there, though I suppose the soft whispers and encouragements were out of love. That’s all I remember clearly. I have vague images of being put in a closed carrier in a dark bathroom, fully kitted with cushions, blankets and towels. I also got out of the carrier. I don’t remember how but I have seen the carrier after I got my usual self back and the whole zipper side has been torn apart! BOOOSH! You will not carry me anywhere anymore!

Yeah. We had a cuddle-fest for days afterwards. I enjoyed sleeping under blankets. More quiet, not to mention dark and warm.

Bangalis under pink blanket

Underneath a blanket all is well.

When I got my bearings back I chased a daft fly on the floor. It wouldn’t do anything but crawl. I might have eaten it. Ooops. Then I found one of my favourite places to sit and just be. I got warmed up and listened to the birdies outside. There may have been working humans down below in the “woodwork” but I’m not sure.

Bengalis in window after sugery - front

Day 1 after surgery – recharging batteries

Bengalis in window after sugery - side

Day 1 after surgery – warm sun on too cool body

Now I’m healthy and stare lovingly at my human to get some food. I know it contains medicine but that’s okay. I eat it anyway. It’s time… what are we waiting for?!


Shaven, not furred

To state the obvious… it’s been a while. So what’s been happening? It’s warmer. The sun has been shining on and off through the windows and I have been basking in the light whenever possible. The birds are populating the trees outside a bit more now. I remember a while back both my human and I got startled by a pigeon on a mission flying past the window. Shwoooosh.
I still like to sleep under blankets and covers at night time or early mornings.

…especially now. I was brought to the veterinarian some time ago and went through the same silly procedure as last time but this time my shoulders were trimmed in large patches. I look a little nerdy but it’s ok. A bit chilly at times. But I make use of my human and blankets to keep warm. She owes me that much.
So I apparently have these things growing on me. They don’t really bother me although I have accidentally scratched one of the now removed lumps. But I must have more because my human won’t stop prodding, poking and squeezing me in various places. I’m really fed up with that. And waking up in the bathroom all wiggly and feeling the need to throw up is not fun either.

The best part was that I was given soft food afterwards. I believe there was something mixed in it but I ate it anyway. Before, I only had nibbles. The food never interested me. But now… YUM! I make sure that my human understands that I like this food. It tastes of fish. I stand by the door and sing serenades and squirm to make sure those feet head towards the kitchen – after cuddles of course! So far so good.

Now I’m just waiting for my fur to grow back.

Bengalis with scars

In the bathroom resting after surgery


Sleep depravation

How am I supposed to sleep with dogs barking and howling too early in the morning? Do they not have any respect for sleeping creatures? Can’t they learn to use a litterbox like everyone else and not whine because they need to potty? I didn’t get sleep because my human wouldn’t stay still because of all the noise. At one point we moved to the sofa but there the nightmares picked up and I ended up growling at my human because she ruffled my head to calm me down. I did calm down and involuntarily started to purr. But still, I get scared when I hear sudden noises or when I see/experience fast movements – or touched in sleep. Like these new feet warmers my human use. Or I should say ‘used’. They sound just like the bed does when I plod along on the cover, just more intense.  It felt best to avoid them to be safe so I hid behind the table and peeked around the corner. Now the feet warmers are only used in bed, which is fine with me because I don’t have to see and hear them.

On a good note, my tail is improving. I’ve been practicing to move the tip in smooth motions. It’s working out wee because I can now bend the tip a little to show content and curiosity. My former human was the first to notice it a while back. I got lost of aaaawww’s and ooooo’s. Made me feel proud!
…but it hasn’t stopped me from accidentally smacking my human in the face with it. Oooops!

As a last note for this time around, my fur has bulked up. I’m chunky now. Winter seasons does that to me. It’s all fun and soft now but just wait until it gets warmer. Shedding galore!

I hope I get a nice gift this year.

Veterinarian visit – beauty correction

Didn’t I suspect something was up when my food went missing? Of course it was. Shortly after we woke up and one of us had breakfast, and after I had gotten comfortable in bed again, I was whisked up in the arms of my human. She never disturbs me like that unless we’re going somewhere. Confused I scouted the area and saw the carrier. Nooooooooooo.

I was shoved inside by a firm hand and the zipper closed. Hell commenced with nasty sounds from all around me. Once again we reached the horrific crossing where the sounds amplifies. I back far into the carrier but didn’t get far. I could hear my human speak to me as if that would calm me down!

Eventually we were indoors. I could hear other humans and a kitten meow in the distance. We were at the VETERINARIAN!

He pulled me out and started inspecting me all over, and poking and prodding me. He touched me in the exact same places my human has been inspecting me. Back thigh, both front shoulders, neck and lip. I wanted to meow “just leave my pretty self alone!” but all I managed was a low growl. Then I was stung in the back of my neck and it all went dark.

I kinda woke up back home. I was on a blanket on the floor and my human was pampering me. My face and neck was hurting. I tried to get up but my legs just wouldn’t do the job. My head kept spinning. At one point I did get up but all I managed was a sidestep crash into a chair. So uncomfortable. I think I managed to hop up in the sofa and pass out there. I have vague memories of having my backside wiped. Did I pee myself?!

Bengalis partially sedated

Bengalis in Lala-Land

My empty stomach protested and I threw up a few times. It left a bad taste in my mouth and I tried to get it out by scraping my tongue with my paws. That only made my lip hurt and I squealed a little. My previously clean paws had nasty saliva and blood on them.
I must’ve passed out again because I woke up in the carrier again, still in the living room. The time after that the carrier was in the bathroom with lots of blankets on the floor. It was dark. In an attempt to shoulder-bash the door I smacked my neck and face into it leaving blood stains. It resulted in my human joining me in the cramped up bathroom. Just what I wanted. A warm body to cuddle up on.

Bengalis passed out on human

Bengalis sleeping on his human

Not too soon did we leave the bathroom. Freeeedom!
I got some shrimp that I couldn’t swallow and some tuna that I was able to swallow. The rest of the evening and night was spent sleeping in the sofa – with my human! It was crowded but oh so lovely. [owner notes “anything to avoid pee in my bed”]

Since then things have only gotten better. I eat (shrimp, tuna and dry food), I drink, I cuddle, I use my litter box and I can move around freely. My face is still hurting. Why was this even done to me?! I was pretty before. There was no need for improvements!

[owner notes “He had ‘fat lumps’ that just wouldn’t go away and kept growing. Probably the result of too good food.”]

A tale of a tail

My tail has a life of its own. It’s not like other tails. A ‘normal’ cat tail is agile. It can bend and move in the most subtle ways. Take my former house-pal Sefima’s tail for example. It’s slim and highly flexible – like a piece of string. She can make the tip of her tail bend in the tiniest way to express her mood. My tail? It’s like a flexible stick. A subtle movement of my tail looks as if I am irritated. But I’m not. Creatures around me should be on their guard. I’ve apparently hit my human in the face a few times. She wasn’t amused. One time my tail landed in something wet and sticky. Not sure what that was but it was edible since my human was eating it [owner inserts “strawberry jam sandwich…”].

I think my unusual tail movement has something to do with my birth. We were a lot of siblings so it must’ve been rather crowded within my mum. It’s possible the tail didn’t develop properly because some other kitten was pressing against it. The end is a little wobbly and not at all straight.

Want to see? My human made me a mini-filmstar: Bengalis’ tail.