Sick Day

We've been gone a while (more than a month!), but we'z back now. Not that anything 'specially good or bad happened. We just was too busy havin' fun.

Today I have a post appropriate for the SEASON. The FLU SEASON, that is. (Ha, everykitty thought I meant Christmas season.)


We are asking an important question about essential kitty duties: What is your purrsonality when it comes to taking care of sick beans?

Here's what happened to us:
On Monday night, Grandma and Mama started barfing. But when they barf, they don't feel better, they feel worse. I don't get it. Barfing always makes you feel better. Worse things happened. Then before we knew it, they were in bed and wouldn't get out. Here's how we took control of the situation (cuz you all know male-beans is useless).

Scout is indifferent. She doesn't do sick people. She's afraid of going into the bedroom and won't stick around to comfort a sickie if her life depends upon it. Pretty much this is what she did the whole time. Oh, and she grumbled that routines were messed up because Grandpa doesn't do things right.





Simone is the nursemaid. She has to make the rounds and check in on everyone at regular intervals. She won't stay long though, because she's got a lot to do. Two sick people to take care of is a lot for an old lady like her. She hardly spent any time at all in her chair. She was up and down the stairs, on and off the beds. Saying, "Are you ok, Are you ok?" She licks beans to test for fevers and paws at them to make sure they are still alive under all the blankies.





I am the angel. I am so good to sick people, I can hardly stand it. I sleep by them, I love 'em, and I watch out for 'em. That's all there is to say about that.

Mama: Excuse me Peach?! You are an opportunist. Why don't you tell the truth about how you are around sick people?

Ok, I admit. I work hard all day at my job. I don't have time to come home to sick people. So, I coincidentally crash on the bed. So what? It's the thought that counts. I also really like it when beans are sick because they can't defend themselves. It's a free for all on everything in the sick room---the glasses on the nightstand, earplugs, pills, bookmarks, oh, and you can't forget my favorite, the straws. I love the straws. Even if they are germy.

Now I wanna know, what is your purrsonality?

p.s. it is important to distinguish a stomach virus from flu virus. Everybuddy tell your beans to get Flu shots.

Tuxie Tuesday: Neighbors

Today I am going to introduce my Neighbor and local TWIN, "Scouty II"/"Mittens"". Nobody really knows what her name is. She lived with a family and then they moved away and left her behind. The lady next door to that inhumane family took "Scouty II" in and named her Mittens. So, she responds to Mittens. But I call her Scouty II. She's my Twin. She's a few years younger than me and is just now starting to fill out in the grand tuxedo burrito shape.
Here she is the gorgeous girl:
And here's me again, for comparison. See, we're like sisters. But her fur is rougher and her eyes are yellower and my tail is more of a "radar" than hers.

Put Your Paws Up (Again)!

We gotta thank you guys for the suggestions. The only one who doesn't thank you is La Reine Simone. She was so grumpy about the increased frequency of wipes and the introduction of washcloths. Her butt smells better (to our relief). She's still lookin' pretty darn scuzzy though.

There must be some miracle out there that we don't know about. Give her a few more days of intense cleaning and maybe she'll let me post her picture again.

The unfortunate victim here was Scout: she had her butt wiped too while Mama was at it. That was a shocker!

Mama needs to learn to keep her paws away from Spot #13.

Put Your Paws Up!

Whose dirty paws are these?

They have been treated with these fine products on a regular basis:

And we recently added Miracle Coat to the routine because those paws were SO unbearably dirty...

Have you guessed who those fine "white" paws belong to??

yep, you guessed it!

Does anykitty have a suggestion on how to keep this girl clean? It might be too dangerous for her heart to go in a REAL bath. Though we all know she needs a good, long SOAK. Mama finally got her to eat again by giving her Meow Mix instead of Science Diet (Scout and I hover in the wings. We're the clean-up crew) , but this didn't solve her "I'm too old for this. You clean me" routine. She's totally given up on all grooming. EEWW! Scout and I won't touch her dirty paws with a ten-foot pole. That means Mama's got to bathe her. She's at her wits end with what to do. Good thing I'm easy.

I'm OK! I'm OK!

I just wanted you kitties to know that I am A-OK. The wildfires in Southern California are near, but not that near. Completely the other side of the mountains toward the beach. For once, I'm glad to be a Valley Cat. We can see the smoke and the air isn't too good, but we're safe.

Mama says that I am a fool. I went outside yesterday and today (only for a little while). I was smelling so earthy that she had the nerve to wipe me down with one of Simone's stupid "calming" wipes.

I wish these FIRES would end. They are really cramping my style. Mama says I should feel sorry for the kitties and horsies and doggies that have to evacuate, but I just want to know if I can get some bar-b-qued wild conejito.

Thursday Thirteen: The Dalai Lama is a my kinda guy

BY SCOUT

Last night I was watching my favorite program, The Newshour, or maybe it was my second favorite program, ABC Evening News. As you know, I like the music and the lap time. Last night there were quilts too! In any case, I saw the most interesting story that I just had to post about.

I am convinced that there are many interesting things about the Dalai Lama. Here's what I learned.

1. He's not a Llama. (Is your mama a llama?) . But rather a Lama, meaning spiritual teacher or guru.

2. He is a very gentle and peaceful man. I appreciate that. No need to do anything too quickly or without thought to whom you might hurt.

3. His real home is in Lhasa, Tibet. Dalai Lamas have lived there for squillions of years.

4. But he has to live in Exile. This is very sad. I bet he would like to go home and sleep on his own special chair and not some borrowed chair somewhere in India (where is India, anyway?).


5. He is the reincarnation of the previous Dalai Lama. #14

6. He has won the Nobel Peace Prize. Maybe he saw Yoggie when he went to Sweden to get it.

6. He just got the Congressional Medal of Honor. This ticked off the Chinese. That's O.K. I don't like Chinese food. But then, I'm not too sure what Congress is either.

7. He travels all over the world. Maybe this makes him not miss is bed in Tibet so much. Gotta keep busy.

8. You must refer to him as "His Holiness" out of respect.

9. You can watch is webcasts!

10. He has three commitments (according to his website). First to realize that humans are the same and that we should ease suffering. I think he'd apply this to all creatures.

11. Second, to promote religious harmony. That's a good thing. I've been learning about world religions lately, so I am qualified to give an opinion.

12. Third to free Tibet so he can be reincarnated there. Yep, there's no place like home.

13. And best of all, he's a USC Fan. Fight On!

I am a displaced kitty

I'm back online! Yeh-haw, as my cowboy friends would say.

My silly mama has been so busy since two Sundays ago.
Here's what she's been doing. I'm sure you will all agree that she needs to quit lolly-gagging around get her priorities straight. She is my employee and she has been slacking off! I do not tolerate slackers, as you know. I am very industrious. (see my cardboard box). Not that I haven't been having a blast in the meantime, but no time for blogging with her thumbs to help me.

Monday through Tuesday she can't really account for. She was probably nipped-out.

Thursday she went to the quilt shop really far away for a whole day with her mama and her auntie. They bought lots of fabrics which I will get sit on very soon! She did see my cousins Rudy and Ellen.

Then she had a visitor from Friday to Wednesday. Now, it's true that I really like this special visitor because he throws me up in the air and calls me Peachy-poo and we can have man-to-man talks about very important things. Simone loves him even more because she's his special girl. Scout is glad he's gone and life is back to normal. But, naturally, Mama likes him best of all.
They did lots of stuff and went places I don't care to go. I'm too cool for that. But the real bummer was when they were fixing the car with grandpa. Oh, woe is me. I was locked out of the garage and I could hear all of the interesting noises and wanted to know so bad what was happening. I still don't see why I wasn't allowed to help. Clearly I am certified supervisor for all human activities.

Then yesterday she was applying for some complicated jobbie thing and needed the computer real bad.

But now I'm back and ready to catch up with you all! We'll post some new pictures when Mama gets her act together. I think I might have to fire her for negligence. But I haven't figured out how I would ever blog then.