Nowhere is Safe

Largo made it up to the top of the tall bookcases in the back parlour today. This is the first time one of the Tempos has been there. Nowhere in the Cosy Cabin is safe from them now…

Energy to Spare

Imogen will be going for her dental on Monday. I figured it might as well be over with sooner than later. But as evidence that Miss Silky is in very good shape aside from her mouth, I present last night’s play-time. Previously, I published a video of her wrestling with my hand. Yesterday, she fought the string-toy. (Her black fur makes it almost impossible to see, but she often waits for the approach of the string-toy crouched low to the floor with her head turned to one side, as if pretending nonchalance. She’s such a cutie.)

As Expected

It was a day she never thought would come. In fact, she probably didn’t even know there were such days. The last time Imogen went to the hospital was soon after she came to live with me, and she went for a simple check-up. Her teeth, I recall, were good then, but with signs of trouble to come. Trouble came: though she is in otherwise very good health - excellent heart and lungs, perfect weight - Imo’s teeth are in poor shape. She will go for a dental procedure, probably next week. The teeth will need to be cleaned, and at least two removed. As always, I will request that any teeth that look to be on their road to ruin be removed; they won’t get better.

As well, there are two tiny white growths, at opposite ends of Miss Silky: one in the corner of an eye and the other near her nether region. I had noticed the one, and asked about it. The doctor is cautious about them right now. There is no current reason to worry about them, but I must keep vigilant.

As for Imogen’s behaviour, well, she could have been a bit more grown up about it all. On the way to the hospital, she cried constantly; in the examination room, she wailed and paced and worried. I told her that the Tempos behaved better. Still, once the actual examination was complete, Imo twirled and turned around the doctor’s legs, quite charming and relieved.

She doesn’t know that another trip is already being planned…

Just a Precaution

Imogen goes to the doctor tomorrow. Nothing is wrong with her that I can tell, but she has been with me for three and a half years and not had a check-up since her initial examination. She is estimated to be between seven and eight years old now, and her breath is a little smelly. That may just be the usual feline breath, but she is at the age when teeth become a worry, and it’s best to have them looked at while Imo is hale, and well able to cope with surgery, if that is necessary. She has given me no indication that she is feeling discomfort with her mouth. Except for possible oral concerns, I expect the proverbial clean bill of health for Miss Silky.

Everyone Who's Anyone Goes There

The torn and tattered under-lining of the bedroom’s armchair continues to provide what must be a comforting spot for the Cosy Cabin’s beasts. Earlier today, Sable was resting there. Imogen has done so, and I’ve published a picture of Brazil in the same location. Now, Moxy has found it. Perhaps it gives the same sort of security as a box.

I do plan on repairing the chair, or at least making it more presentable. However, there is little point to it while the Tempos are in the building. Their attitude to any repairs would be along the lines of ‘didn’t we already work on this?’

Until they are all adopted, it will remain a strange little refuge for the perma-cats.

They Might be Giants

The Tempos are four months old today. I think they look half a year, judged by their size. Here they are compared to their mother. Rhapsody, though slim, is about the right size for a smallish medium-sized cat. In the first picture, Rho is trying to groom Largo, with Allegro looking on. Mum has a lot of territory to clean.

In the other photographs, Rhapsody is behind Largo, with Andante above them. (Click on the pictures to enlarge them a bit.)

I think their father may have been a bobcat…

Gain and Loss

I want to thank all those who have congratulated me on my new book, and those who buy it. I hope you enjoy it. I won’t be retiring on the sales, I know, but it looks and feels good to have the stories in book form.

But there never seems to be good without bad in life. That’s just how it is. A friend in the Blogosphere lost her best feline chum yesterday. PITA had been with her since kittenhood - 17 years - and was well until a month ago. If you can spare a moment, please leave condolences at her blog. Loss is lessened a little by the knowledge that others understand and care.

https://masferalcats.blogspot.com