Early morning Shameless Sheamus

This was my view when I woke up this morning.

Ah, my sweet Sheamus

Synchronized Snoozing

Quite peaceful around here last night...

The Pantaloons of Sheamus Popoki

Remember how poor, sweet Sheamus had crystals in his urine and his bladder? Also, remember how he had to have his backside and belly shaved? Well, look at this:

His pantaloons grew back but are might lighter in color and I think longer too.

Also, check out this belly floof:

His fur is still very soft and silky and super fine. How I love to bury my face in it, even though I choke sometimes because I actually inhale those super fine strands of buff gingery-ness

Sheamus has impressive toe floof

Chani and Sheamus Popoki's turn

They need their fair share of attention, right?

Sheamus loves a sun puddle

We don't get a lot of sun puddles in our condo. The windows are too small. Also, I don't open the curtains to my bedroom much.

But, on occasion, at a certain time of day, a sun puddle can be enjoyed

Sheet changing help in the New Year

As always, I, Chani, helped Mama Marlene change the sheets last week. -- yes, she is behind already sigh...

After assisting her, Mama M gave me some lovely chin skritches

Belly rubs

And a nose boop -_-

What did the boys do?

They waited til the bed was done and had a snuggle. Talk about not helping out!

A little peace of Heaven

Having all three sleeping in my lap or on my legs... This is my version of Heaven

Selfies

Unfortunately, the human had to be in the selfies... But, we still love her.

No, Chani is not pleased.

9 doesn't mind. 

Sweet Popoki is ok with it too. 

And Mama Marlene took care of a bunch of kitties this summer. First up, Kazi who she has posted before.

Kazi's sisfur, Buddy

And a new friend, Shiro

Wordless Wednesday

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.

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!

Resting places

Mom has been trying to go to bed earlier. She gets up really early to go to work. So, we have been taking advantage of her as a heat source and comfortable resting platform. We boys prefer her toes. Chani prefers her lap.

Tuesday Tidings

Mom has been very busy of late. She has been making and painting a ton of mugs! There are only 36 or so, but it is still a lot. And so, she has not been blogging about us. She completely missed Tockstober too! Bad Marlene!!!

We, on the other paw, have been very helpful.

 Chani and I sometimes share my new sleeping place to supervise the painting.

But, usually, I just take over the bed with my cuteness.

Chani has been sharing her space with Sheamus Popoki. She even shared the shelf space with Sheamus too. Mom has been very surprised.

Sheamus makes sure to check that Mom's brushes are properly taken care of.

Or he just looks handsome while monitoring the Blu-Ray player

Or, he keeps her seat warm when she gets up.

As for what she is working on:

Yes, she is making mugs and painting them like the Minions from Despicable Me. These were all orders as are the mugs on the table. All commissions and all sold. Makes for a busy, tired but happy Marlene.

And... Mom got to see Margaret the kitten again when she delivered some pieces to be fired.

Margaret is growing up into a pretty girl cat!