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.

In the bathroom resting after surgery

 

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Birthday Boy

Yup. My birthday. Praise me!
I expected shrimp, but someone forgot. No names mentioned…
I better get a cuddle or else I’ll get really grumpy.

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.

Not even the birds are awake!

The routines in my home have changed and I’m not liking them very much. Before, my human and I got up after the birds started singing. We got up and did the bathroom thing where I got cuddles. Then I sometimes helped pick out clothes for my human. After that my human did her thing, at home mostly, and I went back to sleep for quite some time. When I woke up I always made my presence known and then watched birds och got chased by my friend, who apparently can’t be seen by humans. Also, we have a moth that just won’t die so I chase that when I see it.

Much later my human and I got comfortable in the sofa. Sometimes too comfortable. We usually fell asleep there before heading to bed.

But now… we get up before the birds even. It’s not natural! Sure, I don’t have to get up but then I’ll miss out on precious cuddle time. Because now my human leaves! Leaving me all alone. So far she’s managed to come home, which is good. Not like that time when I was truly alone for far too long.
Most of the time though I go back to bed before she’s even left. And when she gets back I usually sing serenades at the door to catch up. I have a lot of cuddles to collect before the routine starts all over again.

So far so good.

Oh and I was brought to the veterinarian again. He didn’t prod me like last time. Instead he removed the stitches in my face. I can now rub against my human without problems. There were complaints when the stitches scratched her skin. Not my fault! I didn’t want to go in the first place!

Our

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 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 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.”]

Huuungryyyyy

I think something is going on. My food bowl and water bowl are gone. They were removed some time last night. To make sure my human hasn’t stopped loving me I made quite the effort to show my love … during the night. I like leaning against legs the most but this time I went for the torso. I’ve been purring and rubbing against the face of my human. I even washed her hair at one point.

When she finally woke up I put my purring in new gear, only to be halted by clogged up throat. But that didn’t stop me. I squirmed, purred, squirmed some more and stroke my chin against her glasses. In return I got belly rubs and massive cuddles.

But no food…

To be continued I suspect.

Human on the run

About a week ago my human escaped. Everything was normal until one night she just wouldn’t settle down. I tried to keep her company and rest near her but with all the moving and shuffling it was impossible. We finally got some sleep and the morning was fine – or so I thought. My human got dressed and left. I was alone.
Later my former human showed up to keep me company and check my water and food bowl. I do like my former human. She’s good company. I get cuddles, I get carried, I am talked to and I can tell her about my day and show all my things to her.

This went on for a few days. No human, just my former one. It was fine I suppose. I got treats. Shrimp. We played a little and then went on a spider hunt. My former human doesn’t like them and dropped a book on one and refused to clean up the little bugger. We’ll leave that for my new human as punishment for leaving me.

Then one day a new set of humans showed up. I have never met them, never heard their voices so I did the natural thing of staying away. I did get a glimpse of them from behind the sofa table and scratch post though. Two tall, skinny ones with long hair. One male and one female. They cleaned my litter box. I could hear it from my hideaway under the sofa. They didn’t stay that long which was nice. The boredom started to get to me though and I felt really miserable.
The day after a new set of humans showed. One looked strangely similar to my human. It was the same voice at least but I wasn’t sure so I hid under the sofa. The two humans was rummaging through the kitchen while I just listened. At one point a face appeared at the far end and spoke to me. I didn’t take the bait. You can never be too careful.

After what felt like an eternity listening to the calm voices in the kitchen I took a leap of faith and meowed to see what response I would get. The one that looked and sounded the most like my human showed up and encouraged me to come say hello.

It WAS my human!

I started circling her in ecstasy, stroking against her and every bit of furniture to mark my territory and show my happiness. I even went as far as to rub against the legs of what I believe was the loudmouth [owner notes ‘my mum’]. She was quiet though. I even let her pet me and I could hear a quiet ‘Ooooo’. Yes, I let her touch me.

I refused to let my human out of my sight afterwards. She had tons of cuddles to catch up to and I hadn’t brushed against her glasses in days. We spent the remaining day in the sofa watching nature programs about strange creatures and at night I curled up next to her in bed just to make sure.
The day after was more of the same. Cuddles, cuddles and more cuddles. I’ve been able to relax my protectiveness now. I feel I can sleep on the other side of the room with my back at her without fear of her leaving. I did suffer both night and daymares after she returned though. I think it’s a symptom of having been alone for as long as I was. It’s been a long time since I had nightmares and then all of a sudden I have 4 in less than 2 days.

I need to rest now! My human is home!

[owner notes ‘hospitalized for 5 days. Highly stressful as an owner of a scaredy-cat (no pun intended).’]

Coma Cat

It’s been a while, I know. I’ve suffered heat waves for far too long. I have been passed out like a bent sausage in every single comfortable place I can find. The sofa. The livingroom table. The radiator pouch (only mornings). The floor even.
The one place I have stayed away from, except for drinking my water, is he window. The sun has been blaring on the back windows in the morning and then come around on the front side in the afternoon. The blinds have been shut so no watching birds – as if I had the energy. But it has still been too hot to stay in the windows too long. Even if they are slightly open.

It is cooler now though. I spent the morning in the window resting on a blanket. Cool air sips in from the outside. Very, very nice. Before that I shared the bed with my human. It’s cool enough to sleep in the bedroom again. Heat seems to affect humans too. Way too much tossing and turning for my taste.

Oh, speaking of birds and windows. Yesterday was the first day in a long time the birds outside made such noise. Like… a lot! Both my human and I was drawn to the chatter and looked outside. There were many of them. Different sizes. They were fighting in a tree some ways away from us, and some of them flew past our window. I saw neighbouring cats in other windows also highly interested in what was going on.

Me, comatosed in the sofa.

Me, comatosed on the table.

Me, comatosed in the window.

 

I have to include the following. It was before the heatwave started and i was resting in the sofa with my human. It was evening. It was dark. I was leaning at the back of her legs when I suddenly heard unfamiliar sounds, scraping sounds. I twitched and looked over the blanket clad legs. Nothing there. Just my human. I was confused. I heard something. My human on the other paw started laughing hysterically and took pictures of me. You do not laugh in the presence of invisible or hiding entities that make strange sounds!
[owner note: I scratched a minor scab on my arm]

I heard a noise that I didn’t like but couldn’t find the source.

Payback time

My human was gone most of the day yesterday. Much longer than usual. I don’t like that. …and I certainly don’t like a half-assed pat on the head and wiggly fingertips along my spine before rushing off to change clothes, shower and whatnot.

I did my belly-rumble yawp and left a nice, smelly pile of poo in the litterbox before completely ignoring my human.

The elusive tuna

I have big ears. They absorb alot. Too much at times. Loud sounds almost always hurt my ears. Metal is usually something I don’t like. Especially tinfoil. I run when I see the tinfoil package out of the larder.

But there are good sounds. The sound of cans opening is especially lovely. Mainly because the cans sometime contain something really yummy. One of those things is tuna. I really like tuna. But these tuna cans have a habit of being quiet. Twice have I almost missed the opening of them. One time I really did miss it. One of the times I was in mid-meow when a dollop of tuna splashed onto my plate.

Today I didn’t hear the can at all but I did sense the whiff of fish in my nostrils. I ran to the kitchen, meowing all the way in attempt to halt the disappearance of the tuna. I started complaining for being late and did as much sucking up as I possibly could to get some tuna. I was partially ignored aside from the usual “Are we talkative today? Did we sleep well?!”.

But then… my plate. There was something there already! TUNA!
Let’s just say I didn’t waste any time. Nom-nom-nom.

Eating tuna in the kitchen