Friday, November 27, 2015

Brrrrrr or Chani loves the space heater

Aaaaaaaah, Mom has turned on the space heater for me.

I looooove you, Space Heater. Such lovely warmth you produce.

Sigh... So very wonderful

I had started to turn on the heater right before bed, just to take the chill out of the air and because I wasn't using the heater. It was chilly, but not that cold.

Until last night. The temperature has really dropped and our condo's heater is broken as in the electric pilot light igniter is not working. My handyman friend took a look, but he can't fix it. I have a call in to a contractor who might be able to stop by tomorrow and check it out. 

Oh, and PG&E was useless. If I just needed a pilot light relight, I would have to wait til 12/11. Yes, that is the next available appointment. And I couldn't get anyone on the phone at PG&E to ask about options (I wasn't sure it was a pilot light relight that was needed) and when I emailed that question, the response was: PG&E does not do repairs... So very helpful.

I am freezing and so are the cats. So, we have two space heaters going on in the bathroom and bedroom as well as the electric blanket. The only good thing is that the cold is leading to some major cuddle time with all three cats at the same time.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

We hope you all have a wonderful day. Long holiday if you are in the States

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Sweet Sheamus Popoki

I mentioned the other day that Sweet Sheamus Popoki was ill. This happened a few months back. We had just finished having Popoki over as a guest. I had taken Popoki to my parents' and returned home. 9 and Chani were their typical selves, but I couldn't find Sheamus. Now, in the past year or so, Sheamus would join 9 in welcoming me home. I was a little concerned, but just kept my calm and thought, well, he'll come out when he feels like it.
After a while, I just had to find him. The stress and worry was getting to me. I finally did find him hiding behind the couch. I spoke to him and told him how much I loved him and to come out when he was ready. Well, not too long after, he did come out and yowled. It was quite odd and he sounded distressed. So, I picked him up and put him on me. He yowled again and just lay on me.

Now, Sheamus is not a lap cat. He's gotten more affectionate with me, head bumping my arm for pets or attention. So, when he stayed on me, I got even more worried. Finally, I just had to call the emergency vet. My boy was not feeling well and yowling. In fact, he yowled right as the vet tech answered the phone. She told me to bring him in right away and I did.

This was at 9pm at night.

I took Sheamus in, he was taken to the back. Not too long after that, the vet came out and told me that Sheamus couldn't urinate. He had a blocked tract. There were crystals in his urine and they'd clear it out, put a catheter in him and help him drain his bladder. They would also x-ray him to see if there were any crystals in his bladder. If there were, he'd need surgery. But, the chances of that were fairly slim as Sheamus is only 4 years old and such.

I was told to go home and they'd let me know if he needed surgery. I went in and said good bye to Sheamus who was quite put out that I was leaving him in a strange environment. I tried to tell him that it was for his best interests, but of course, he really didn't understand.

I went home, was a wreck and tried to sleep. Well, at 1AM, I received a call. Poor Sheamus did indeed have crystals in his bladder. Did I want the surgery performed? YES, of course I did.

The surgery was performed and Sheamus was kept at the vet for a few days. Fortunately, I was allowed to visit him.

Here is Sheamus at the vet, seriously unhappy with me.
You have betrayed me...
Not going to look at you

After I brought him home, I tried to make him as comfortable as possible. 9 would hiss at Sheamus because he did smell quite differently. 9 got over it sooner rather than later.

My stitches... and my missing belly fur... whimper

When I brought Sheamus home, he could barely move. He also couldn't control his bladder.  I'd pick him up and move him and he would urinate. So I covered the front room with a sheet I don't use and bought a bunch of puppy pee pads. I bought a new litter box that was uncovered and low to the ground so Sheamus would have an easier time going to the bathroom. The hardest part was to stop 9 and Chani from using that litter box. I also confined Sheamus to the living room during this time.

My shaved paw. You can see the needle mark.

My other paw. This time with a green bandage. I'm not sure why I have the bandange and Mama Marlene doesn't remember.

Eventually, she put a soft collar on me because I was having a hard time eating with the plastic one.

It didn't take too long, but Sheamus did return to his rather shameless ways.

No belly fur to stroke, but Sheamus still shamelessly showed his belly.

I would interchange the plastic cone and the soft one. After about 2 weeks, Sheamus was cone free and stitches free.

It was starting to get a little chilly, so I asked my mom to make Sheamus a sweater. He obligingly wore it for about 5 minutes before wriggling his way out of it.

I am feeling much better now and allowing Mama Marlene to hug me again. And I am head bumping her arm for pets too.

Sheamus' belly fur isn't grown back yet, but it's getting there. The undercoat is in and he seems to be working on growing his glorious long fur.

My sweet boy is feeling much better and being his typical sweet self. Now, I get paranoid about him and if he is peeing. Also, he's on a special prescription diet which he doesn't like at all. He likes the dry food, but not the wet. I'm mixing his prescription food with some low ash cat food. He likes the low ash stuff, and eats around the prescription. I'm just going to have to keep a very close eye on him.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

The new addition, Popoki!

As some of you might remember, I originally brought Sheamus Popoki home as a potential kitty for my parents. At the time, my dad was just not ready to take in a cat. Well, that changed about a year and three months ago. 

Sheamus' foster mom, Jan, received a litter of kittens and one was a super smart ginger tabby boy. He was named Copper and was an escape artist. Jan immediately contacted me, sent me a photo which I showed my mom. Mom thought Copper adorable, but we had to make sure Dad was ready.

And so, the following weekend, we were all at Jan's meeting Copper. Copper was quite young and we were about the 4th or 5th humans he had met. He was more than a little freaked out. But calmed down after being wrapped in a towel and cuddled.

And receiving some food 

More cuddles

And kisses 

After we left Jan's, we went to lunch. Dad had already agreed to adopt Copper. Mom decided that Copper needed a Hawaiian name. After a pretty short discussion, Mom and Dad decided to rename Copper as Popoki or "cat" in Hawaiian.

The following weekend, Popoki was brought to Mom and Dad's and he has been enjoying life ever since.

He is a big eyed, loving boy who purrs, acts crazy and doesn't mind being dressed up.

Honestly, this is how I always look!

When my parents travel, Popoki becomes the new Orange Interloper. Sheamus happily plays with him. 9 tolerates Popoki. Chani can barely stand him haha. At any rate, welcome Popoki!

Monday, November 23, 2015

Oh my goodness! Are we back???

Hi everyone, I know it has been a very long time. I just downloaded the blogger app and decided to blog about my beloved kitties this way! It is so much more convenient. I will probably start blogging about my clay art more regularly too. 

Well, 9, Chani and Sheamus are doing well. They are happily living, eating and pooping in our little condo. Sheamus had a health scare a few months back. I will post about that later. 

And there is an addition to the cat family, just not in our household. 

So, here are pictures of who you really want to see!

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Happy New Year!

And please forgive us for the lack of photos. Not that Mom has been remiss in taking them, she just has been remiss in putting them up here or onto her computer so she can post them here. And she has been remiss in posting about us as you all know.

Mom has had one of her bursts of creativity where all she does is draw and draw. She is also making more mugs that were ordered by her friends. Plus, she just started taking a programming class. So, she is just a bit busy right now. We are doing our best to keep her company and make sure she gets adequate rest. Also, when she draws, she puts the kotatsu on which makes Chani and Sheamus Popoki happy while I, 9, sit in her lap.

Once her schedule stabilizes and she refocuses on us (well, she's always focused on us but not very focused on telling the world about us), she promises to start blogging again.

If you are on Facebook and would like to see some of her art, please click here:  High Rose Art on Facebook.

We shall see you soon!

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Christmas from 9, Chani and Sheamus Popoki!

Merry Christmas from all of us to all of you!
Mom decided to do a little photoshoot and here we are.

I, 9, was good but I was more interested in playing with yarn and chewing on the branches than posing. Oh, the tree is fake, just so you know.

Chani was really good about wearing her dress. She looked quite adorable. Of all of us, she is good about being dressed. We boys, not so much. I would even dare to say that Chani likes being dressed up.

Even she couldn't resist playing with some ornaments. That one she is batting at, it's plastic, with a tabby kitty on it. I think it's supposed to look like Q Who Came Before.

Sheamus Popoki was a terrible model. He didn't want to stay on the set and Mom had to keep putting him back and making him sit. That's why he looks like he is a bit emo haha

At the end though, we all got treats. That was the best part.

We hope you all have a safe and happy and merry Christmas!