Ozzy the Magnificent, Lord of Mischief, Mega Floofosaurus. Bonus extreme close-up of the belly floof.
Kelly alternates between favorite sleeping spots. This was when he decided the sleeping spot of the day would be behind my monitor. Luckily, I have plenty of room for him there.
Update on Opal, the Princess of Wails, and Ozzy the Magnificent.
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Once again, Kelly has proven to be the Vomiter Supreme, Upchuck Champion, and Mega Spewer. As before, it was his first dry food of the day that he threw up. I found most of the food vomit on the floor, but there were liquid puddles on the work table, the scratching post, a windowsill, the other windowsill, and my desk (twice).
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Ozzy got a bad case of the sneezies and had to go to the vet.
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Ozzy toe-beans. Like most cats, he operates on the assumption that if he can’t see you, you can’t see him.
Tuxita always regards the phone with suspicion. Or she’s regarding ME with suspicion. Hard to tell.
I love Kelly's little pink nose.
Tuxita Chiquita Lolita sleeping with her tail over her face.
Ozzy the Magnificent, Mr. Whiskers, Lord of Mischief, and the attack of the giant mutant bees.
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Tuxita has become more and more difficult to catch for the weekly anti-allergen “bath” (a rubdown with a wet sock doused in Allerpet).
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Last week was terribly sad. We lost our sweet girl, Jetta. She was 18.
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A weird hair growth happening on Opal's shaved shoulder. Details on the MoggyBlog.
I can’t resist Tuxita’s sweet face.
When I leave my office window open a crack, Kelly loves to sit with his nose at the window and take in the smells and sounds of the outside. He’s sensitive to me taking photos, though.
“Hmmm, smells interesting.”
“Hey! Are you spying on me?”
An update on the struggle to get Opal's diabetes under control.
I caught Ozzy at the water bowl imitating Opal’s Cleopatra sprawl.
I let Kelly have some time exploring the house the other day, while the other cats were locked away in various rooms. He loves that. Here he is doing happy roll-arounds.
Kelly’s good morning gift was a big old hairball on the work table. He also threw up all his overnight dry food. He started on the table and threw up on the floor. And in the windowsill. He was working on his vomit technique.
He doesn’t match Zoe’s skill, though. She took Advanced Projectile Vomiting with a Master’s in Creative Spewing. She was always a joy to clean up after. Hopefully, Kelly will not take after her.