The Rudy Report

Namaskar kitties! It's me - Rudy! - With your Rudy Report! Well the 'rents weren't kidding about taking me back to Dr. Joe for a check-up last Thursday. I was once again stuffed into the PTU and taken to the opposite of the most wonderful place on earth. They examined my ::whispers:: pee and I still have some bacteria. Sooooo....for 14 days I have this liquid gunk (Orbax) shot down my throat. Let me tell you kitties, I give the 'rents a run for their money. Mommy said she never knew that I could be such a squirmy-worm! Four days down and ten to go and then I have to go and see Dr. Joe again!!! Cripes kitties, this is getting old! Stupid bladder infection...
I do feel pretty good. I have learned a new place to get the best water. Right before Mommy brushes her toofies every morning, I jump up for a good lonnnnng drink. This really torks Powder off because that was her "thing", now she has to wait for me to finish before she gets a turn. What can I say, I'm just not a gentlecat like that. After Powder gets a shot, Mommy can finally get down to the business of getting ready for her day. She can wait, we're worth it.
All weekend the 'rents cooked and all weekend we got nothin' - they are sticking to this "no tastes for the kitties" thing. Which sux mightily because you know what holiday is right around the bend. Let it be known - I will not be denied my turkey!!!

Catch Me If You Can!

Mommy thinks that I don't know that today is the day that Puff and I go to see Dr. Joe for our wellness checks. Daddy told her he'd be "discreet" about getting the PTU's out and ready for us. Ha! Of all of the kitties in the house I am by far the fastest and hardest to stuff in a PTU. Mommy still has a scar from when I scratched her arm when she tried to get me in the PTU three years ago during our move to O Hi O.
I may be small, but I am mighty!

The Rudy Report

Zippity-Do-Dah and all the jazz kitties, here I am, me - Rudy - with The Rudy Report! I am plum worn out, what a weekend full of work! It's officially Spring-time now, so I guess that means all of us has to be put to work getting the ol' homestead ready for warmer weather and removing the winter "funk" from the house. I had to be a part of the de-funkifiying process and suffered the indignity of an against-my-will brushing. Let's just say that it did not go well for Mommy. Scratches were dealt and hisses were heard...and I hear that the battle is not over. Bring it Mommy...bring it.

In happier news, bunnies and baskets have been brought out and the sun shined for the entire weekend. It was one of the few times I heard Mommy say that she was glad we didn't live in Kansas City any more, they got a lot of snow this weekend.

So...bring on the jelly beans and the chocolate eggs if you are a bean, bring on the 'nip and stinky goodness if you are of the feline persuasion - it's time to party!

Formerly Feral Friday

Today is the day my calico sisters venture off to the VET for their geriatric wellness visits. As you might imagine things are a little stressful this morning. Anytime we even SENSE that something is amiss with our routine we are not happy. Puff is fairly clueless, but Powder has planted herself under the guest bed and I am guessing she's not going to go willingly into the PTU. She won't be bribed out with stinky goodness, tuna or even HAM!  Mommy is being all Scarlett O'Hara about it and will "worry about it in a few hours"...

What Powder does not realize, even after her 11 years on this earth, is that Mommy has always won the game. Always.

With that being said, I ask that you think good thoughts for my tri-colored sisters and that their visit shows them to be in excellent geezer  geriatric health. Even we formerly ferals know the importance of good health!

Smoochies to all of you on this first Friday of December!