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Namaste

Another interesting week at Chez Tigre.

Maste is the focus of the day.

A couple months ago Maste had a constipation problem. A trip to the vet took care of the impacted little guy and we thought we might avoid this problem in the future with Iams hairball formula dry food. Wrong. Tuesday morning we went back to the vet and we also found out that Maste was losing weight like crazy and needed to figure that out. Dr noticed a couple teeth that looked bad and was probably part of the reason for his weight loss. The vet kept him overnight with the intention of both cleaning him out and maybe fitting him into the surgery schedule Wednesday morning to take care of his teeth. Too many surgeries, plus an emergency, so Maste was scheduled for Friday. He came home Wednesday afternoon.

We had determined that dry food was now out of the question. I’d tried on the first go round of giving him canned food and putting him in with Tama, Ptah and Toes but he’s so afraid of Ptah that he spent the time in the bedroom hiding and not eating. That’s when the hairball formula came into play. This time it was gonna have to be feed him alone in the computer room with me. Previously, he’d stand on the dining table and cry until the food got delivered. Now what he got was scooped up off the table and into the computer room with a can of Fancy Feast. Wednesday night and both meals on Thursday I had to pick him up off the table and carry him into the computer room.

Friday comes and we’re at the vet bright and early. I pick Maste up in the afternoon, along with a nice booklet of photos of his dental procedure complete with chart. Five extractions. Three of the little incisors on the bottom and one big tooth on top and bottom on the right side in the back. No wonder he didn’t eat a lot of dry food, although they rarely chew it anyhow. Dinner time. I do the canned food kittiehs first, then Maste, then the dry food kittehs. I’ve got the canned bowls ready and started to walk out of the kitchen. Maste makes a beeline for the computer room. No way. No way this little guy has figured it out after 3 pick up and carries. Yep, when I get his ready he makes another beeline. No fuss, no muss. This little guy can eat a can of Fancy Feast in about 5 minutes. Never looks up. Friday night I increased his ration to a can and a quarter. Gonna put some weight back on the little boy. The big boys went from a can and a third to a can and a quarter. Won’t kill ‘em.

Oh, the picture of Maste at the top? That was taken Saturday afternoon. The sun’s rays were shining through the window onto him in a narrow strip of light that went from head to tail. I tried to capture it but the flash wiped it out and without the flash it’s too dark. Oh, well. He’s still the cutest little thing.

Maste’s behaviour is also showing some changes. He doesn’t seem to be as intimidated by the others as he was before. This is gonna be an interesting journey. It’s like having a new kitteh in the house.

Meercats.

Ohai, you’re home early.

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Interesting week at Chez Tigre.

I took Sita to the vet on Wednesday for her annual. I got her last April so she was due for her shots and really needed to have her claws trimmed cuz she either bites or tries to bite me whenever I try to do it. I really wish I knew what this little girl had gone through in her first 5 years. It took about 2 seconds to realize she was not going to cooperate with the vet tech’s claw trimming. Muzzle time. Fits over her jaws and covers her eyes. We got her claws trimmed with a huge fight and the dad’s right forearm bleeding all over the table. One of her back legs got free and did a number on me. I didn’t realize it until the vet tech pointed it out. Came home with a big bandage held on with adhesive wrap that says “No Chew!” Michelle, the vet tech, said she was using it so I wouldn’t chew the bandage off. Dr said they’d prolly need to fit me with a cone. I wondered about the No Chew! wrap. What made it No Chew!? The taste. Bitter as all get out. Wellll, I had to try to find out why they called it that.

Every once in a while I can feel Sita purr when I’m petting her. Not hear, feel. This morning she gets up on the bed and I can hear her purring! Pet her and she purred a little louder. Amazing. I was hoping that when she realized that she was gonna return home instead of somewhere else the other day her behaviour would mellow out a bit. And it has. I learned early on she didn’t like being handled around her chest area so pretty much avoided it. She’s been getting on the bed when I wake up in the morning, very lovey. This morning she laid down next to me and I was petting her and she’s purring and I’m thinkin’, man, this is great. I get my hand on her chest and just kind of stroke it and the next thing I know I’ve got 3 new trenches on my arm. Damn they’re fast. First aid stuff is supposed to be for the tigers, not the dad.

Oh, long johnson

Is anybody else seeing a steady rise in pet food prices, particularly canned?

Bottle babies

Singin’ the blues

For ratty and Bob

Which reminds me of the one the sweetest photos evah

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A quiet week at Chez Tigre. Sita’s been with me for a year and I think she’s realized she ain’t goin’ anywhere else. It’s been just over a year since I’ve had any seriously ill animals. I could get used to this no pillin’, no treatin’ routine.

The fans are on and snoozin’ on the waterbed is a pastime suspended for the season. Now we’re on the window sills in the morning and positioning for the sunbeams that fill the dining room window and blanket the dining table with warmness in the afternoon.

Caracal kittens

SweetPea’s not spending as much time on the carport roof now that the Florida summer is coming. The gray fur on her back, sides and tail has turned brown from sunbathing up there. Now she lays at the base of the invasive pepper tree next to the carport. Now that I’ve gotten some good looks at the kitteh she’s so friendly with I think it’s her sister rather than mama. I can’t quite pet her like I can SweetPea but she doesn’t run from a head to tail stroke. The little calico is the shyest little thing. She’s there for every meal but hangs back from the others. She’s sooooo cute.

Revenge of the Red Oscar.

Nico, a 19yo Geoffroy cat at Big Cat Rescue

Scottish Fold kitten

Y’all know how I’m fond of wolves. Interesting video.

The Greater Good Network is a great place to help not only animals but people as well. Click on their buttons to help others.

The Battle of Evermore the yogurt cup.

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Namaste

A quiet week at Chez Tigre.

The place may be covered in cat hair but hair balls have become a rarity. I guess the hairball formula cat foods must actually work. I wonder if they make a shedding formula.

Toes never ceases to amaze me. This August it will be 3 years since he came to me. Probably the shyest kitteh I’ve ever had but now is making all kinds of changes in his behaviour. First at the bedside in the morning, talking and wanting to be petted. Hangin’ out in the loo in the morning. Seeks me out to head butt my leg and talk. He has this cute little “meowerp” that’s easily imitated. We carry on quite the conversation. They are a constant wonderment.

It looks like I’ve started something with feeding SweetPea. I looked out into the driveway and there were Max, SweetPea, Mama, the little calico and a couple others who have never hung out at my place. Must be those 4 bowls of food that get put out couple times a day. heh

The Peanut Gallery

Cougar rescue. Individual ownership of big cats should be outlawed by Federal statute.

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A quiet week at Chez Tigre. I’ve now got 3 regulars at the feral feeding station plus Eileen’s Max and George. We’ve got SweetPea and either her sister or mom and a sweet little calico who approaches by jumping into the bed of the truck, walks along the edge, jumps on top of the cab, down onto the hood and then down by the bowls. She’s so silly.

Talking to Tigers

It’s warm so the kittehs are shedding like crazy. Cat hair dust bunnies everywhere. Nothing like a plastic grocery bag full of cat hair and weighs next to nothing.

I’m gonna try to get a picture of the ferals this evening when I feed them.

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Namaste.

A quiet week at Chez Tigre. We did have a small incident with Maste this week. Thursday he was in and out of the box and crying constantly as he was when he was constipated. I’m thinkin’, not again or is he having urinary problems this time. Picked him up and his peer is working but there’s this clump of dried feces stuck in the hair around his butt. Is this keeping him from poopin’? Dug at the clump and when I finally got it off a nice little colliewobble fell out onto the table. Problem solved. The switch to Iams hairball formula must have given them softer stools and he sat on one, flattened it out and it dried there. It’s always something.

Double Dutch, anyone?

Ever tickle a clouded leopard cub?

Catnip in a bottle?

Henri 2

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Happy Easter

A quiet week at Chez Tigre. I asked the tigerz if they wanted to dye Easter eggs and all I got was silence and weird looks. And I was gonna let ‘em hide ‘em too. Oh, well, they don’t know a good time when they see it. Two of the eggs that didn’t get dyed went for French toast this morning.

This week all I’ve got is an Easter Bunny Peanut Gallery.

I’m not a fan of colouring animals but these little guys are cute. (h/t Janis)

Encore. Big cats vs Easter eggs

H/t to eCAHNomics for the bunny/kitteh pix.

Big Cat Rescue’s big cat fun

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Namaste

A quiet week at Chez Tigre. I shifted to the Iams hairball formula for all the dry food kittehs and haven’t seen a hairball in over a week. Maste’s stools are softer and I’m finding them a little more often than I used to. I’ll take that with a smile.

I got a note from Janis yesterday, complete with some new pix of her kittehs.

Cooper, then and now. Ki-Ke, Rosie, and Yoda.

These little guys are so cute. Finger monkeys. They’re native to the rain-forests of Brasil, Peru, Bolivia, Ecuador and Colombia and are pygmy marmosets.

A lot easier than herding cats.

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A quite week at Chez Tigre. This summer it will be 9 years since I took in these 3 pairs of feral siblings. Tama-chan and Bapu are one pair, Ptah and Skoshi are another, all four from the same mother, different litters. Then there are Shiimsa and Gabby, who just fell from the sky one morning when I was feeding the other 4 and their mama. Shiimsa, Gabby and Bapu are still the most feral of the bunch. I can pick Gabby and Shiimsa up and carry them a short distance from one place to another. Bapu I cannot catch, much less pick up. He loves to be stroked and scritched but pick him up? No way, Jose. Shiimsa is the tamest. He loves the dad and follows me around like a shadow and wants lots of attention. Gabby’s very affectionate but wants to be petted on the floor. He’s begun to sit next to me in a chair but he’s not a lap cat by any stretch of the imagination. The other night he was sitting beside me in the chair at the dining table when he got up on the table, plopped down wanting to be petted and eventually went to sleep in front of me. That was a first. Every day’s an adventure with this crew.

Stink eye

Who can resist lion cubs?

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Namaste

A big hurrah for the new comments format. No more nested comments. A hearty thank you to the techies. Life is good.

A trip to the vet for Maste this week at Chez Tigre. I kept telliin’ ‘im he should drink his Metamucil but did he listen? Nooooooo. Constipated. It took 5, count ‘em, 5 enemas to clean the little guy out. He got a bath Thursday morning and came home smellin’ like he’d been playing makeup with some little girls. Gonna have to talk to Dawn at the vet’s about that aromatic tiger shampoo she uses.

I’ve switched Maste to canned food to ensure he’s getting enough moisture to help prevent a recurrence. Also have to get some canned pumpkin when I go to the store later to put more fiber in his diet. A teaspoon with both meals should help. He’s still getting used to being in the bedroom with Tama, Ptah and Toes for meals. He’s eating fairly well but cries to be let out. Something new for both of us to become used to.

Big cats and mirrors.

Maru has become a money making machine.

Really cool ad.

Oskar the blind kitteh has his own YouTube channel.

Homer is around 12 now and it’s too bad YouTube hasn’t been around that long. There aren’t that many Homer vids out there.

I can’t watch this video tearlessly.

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