Play with me

It’s early morning. I’m awake for a change. My human is asleep. I want attention. I want to play. So I start verbalizing my need.

Nothing happens.

I raise my voice. The cover scrunch. I up my voice. A respond.

“Shush!”

I complain some more and get shushed at, more irritated than before. Suddenly the entertainment box awakes. It wasn’t me. My human gets up and I’m like “woooow, that’s what it takes” and begin to chase around her legs for some action.
The entertainment box is silenced and my human returns to bed.

Whaaaat?!

Activia raspberries

Now I’m frustrated. It is time to get up, to play, to cuddle, to eat tuna. But I get nothing. Then something completely unexpected happens – the bedroom door is shut – in my face! I shout WOE IS MEEEEEE. It didn’t help.

When my human finally got up I got some tuna. Everything is now forgiven and forgotten. By the way… have any of you fellow kitties tried the human food … yoohghuuurrt? It’s… milky… and it comes in different colours and tastes… different than milk. Sometimes it’s blue, sometimes red and sometimes purple. I just love it. If only I could get a canister of my own. The dollops I get are small.
I could probably teach my human to give me more. I just need some time.

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Patience is a virtue

Finally! Success!
After years of training my human has finally understood that it is custom to serve shrimp more than once a week (I didn’t even get that) and tuna equally often. This week is the first time that I got shrimp two days in a row (praise Bastet!) and I do believe there are tuna cans in the cupboard. I haven’t exactly seen or smelled the cans but… you know, I hope. Hope is the last thing that an individual surrender.

Now there’s not a whole lot more I can teach my human. I have plenty of food to choose from even though I’m not picky. I have a relatively clean litter box that currently needs new sand. No biggie. There’s plenty of places to sleep, the bed being the best one because we share the warmth there. Oh I forgot to mention that we have changed the covers from thin ones to the thick ones. It scrunches when I walk on it. And it keeps us warm. Which leads me to the fact that all I have to do is poke the opening a little to be let under. No struggle. No bashing of a human head – although I have to headbutt her at times. Usually, I hit the nose and apparently that hurts because I usually get a loud “OW! in my ears. Suits you right for not letting me under quickly enough.

Bengalis sleeping in lap

Few things beats sleeping in a warm lap.

And… like tuna garnish on a shrimp… I got to explore an area that I have never been allow to explore – the top of the wardrobe. It was exciting but dusty. It made me sneeze. I’ve been up there twice now. If I can make her clean up there it would be awesome!

What else have I managed? The walk-in storage opens up a little more often now. Sun… well, we can’t control that one but I take every chance I get to soak in the sun. Yesterday was one of those days. I have my favourite spot in the livingroom window. The second best is the kitchen during mornings. But today it’s cloudy so I’ve had to settle for the radiator pouch.

Few things beats a sleep in a warm lap.One thing that I’m still not allowed to do is to serve myself treats. There was a chicken pizza with human delicacies on top and I desperately tried to squeeze into the lap of my human. That worked. Then I desperately made my entire body, and especially my nose, longer so I could perhaps get a nibble. That didn’t work. I circled the plate but a hand stopped me from entering the chicken sphere. Hope. It never leaves, right? Well, bits of chicken appeared on the floor. I was circling the area and just saw them there, one after the other. Sooo tasty. So I guess not being able to serve myself treats is okay as long as I get something – one way or another.
To avoid getting fat I decided to have a run around my territory. I attacked the sofa and pulled back my ears to the best of my ability. The left one is a little daft and has been since birth. I heard a sudden noise and bolted across the back and down on the side. Then I leapt over our large cushions and rushed to the bedroom. Then I ran back, crawled under the sofa and attacked the cover hanging down from the seats. Now I just take it easy and rest.

I scream, you scream

We all scream for…

bengalis eating ice cream

ICE CREAM!

This was my treat after complaining about a fly in my chardonnay moth in my water bowl. It had salty licorice in it. Cooool…

Not much else going on at the moment. The sun comes and goes as it pleases. One day it’s impossible to bask in the rays and other days it’s dark, rainy and windy. My home is cooling down though. Before, it was so hot I had to rest in the kitchen where the temperature is a bit cooler. Now I inhabit every place I fancy. Not even the birds outside wanted to come out and play in the heat.

Oh and my treatment is going well. I’m off the meds and my “battle scars” have transformed into scabs about to fall off. All is well in Bengalis-Land!

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

 

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.”]

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.

IMG: Bengalis sleeping in sofa

Me, comatosed in the sofa.

IMG: Benaglis sleeping on table

Me, comatosed on the table.

IMG: Bengalis sleeping in window

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]

IMG: Bengalis scouting for trouble

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

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.

Bengalis eating tuna in the kitchen

Eating tuna in the kitchen

Bringing home the bacon

My human is a good hunter. Today she left briefly and was back in a jiffy. She had a large package in her arms that she dumped on the floor in the kitchen. All new items that enters my home needs to be thoroughly inspected. I let her open it in peace [owner notes: the noise of ripping the tape hurt his ears] before I had a closer look. What do you know, she came home with food! All for me!

purina pro plan

A large package of Purina Pro Plan Turkey. Mmmm!

The package I have been eating from since before winter [owner notes: 10 kg, bought 11th September 2013!] is almost empty. It has the taste of Salmon. This new one reads ‘Turkey’. Bird! Mmmm!

Now all I need is peepoo crystals. My litterbox needs cleaning. I do believe we have a package of that somewhere. I remember brushing against one of those in the walk-in closet … that is rarely open and is highly exciting to investigate.

Summer Son

Bengalis in sun 1

I love sun. Even in such small does as today.

Bengalis in sun 2

Wut?! Too much sun? …naaaah.

Sun.

An important aspect of a cats life. We need it. It keeps us warm. It makes us relaxed.

No matter where the sun rays hit, as a cat you need to harness the energy. You need to take advantage of every bit of yellow beam, especially if you live somewhere where the sun doesn’t shine all the time.

If a human has laid claim to a sunny spot – claim the human!
If a human has claimed a sunny spot with an item – claim the item!

There is no excuse whatsoever to not bask in the sunlight. It is what we do. It is what we were born to do.

Also, a relaxed cat in the sun always makes humans worship us more, and most certainly result in lots of belly rubs. When this happens it is our duty as cats to stretch out to expose as much of our bodies as possible. Roll around gently. Grooming is fine as long as the behind is left alone. Humans don’t want to take pictures of that!

But be careful. Too much sun can make us a bit too mellow…