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Buster's still in the hospital.  If he were British, then he would be "in hospital."  He's not you know.

He is a little stinker.  He's got a catheter in his nether parts and it's draining all over the place.  I can't wait to get him in the shower.  His brother is more of a water cat but Buster does pretty well himself.

These are from yesterday; today he's supposed to come home.  Yippee!

 

Buster had a urinary infection a few weeks ago.  He was treated and then his pH went all out of whack.  Crystals developed in his urine and one got so big it clogged up the whole works.  He needed surgery to clear the blockage and he's been recovering since Monday afternoon.  He looks way better but really needs to come home so he can get some quality rest and then we need to keep Bob close enough for comfort but far enough away for proper healing.  Don't mind my arm.

 

Buster's Bane

 

Buster's on the Mend

It's a very long story but Buster is finally on the mend.  He has a recovery ahead of him but we have a better vet and Buster is getting the care he needs.

 

Buster is wearing "designer" wear.

 

Rugged LA

A friend lives in the middle of LA, like 5 miles from the Downtown/Metropolitan area.  She has a bobcat that is very close to her home and her formerly indoor/outdoor now indoor kitties.

How is that for The Big City is Not-So-City but definitely big?  We get coyotes sometimes, but I'm about 15 miles from Downtown LA.  Apparently miles are no obstacle for Mother Nature.  Have you heard about the bears in Aspen?

The bears are coming into the city proper, they are breaking and entering, and basically having "take in" for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  The bears have learned that people have food, and it's easier to get than fish in a barrel, so instead of going into the higher elevations they are coming in for some take-out.

The residents are all up in arms; I'm kind of on the bear's side.  They were there a lot longer than the humans, and since the humans have offered an alternative, those "smarter than the average bear" bears are taking full advantage.  It's life, wild life too!

Been A While

I haven't been able to easily publish, yes, that is my excuse.  Also, I've been lonely the blog world.  Mostly I've been working.  Nothing fancy.

I recently took a personality profile that says I'm not social, and I feel bad.  While, yes, I'm more introverted than not I really don't want to be that way.  What social skill building exercised should I partake in? 

Let me think about that for a while, meanwhile look at the deer.

Springing

This week's entries will focus on Spring.  Spring begins at 5:48 UTC on March 20.  I will find out when 5:48 UTC is in Pacific Daylight Savings Time. 

While I consider that I can tell you that it has already started at my house.  The peach blossoms are bright and full, there are roses peeking through the thick leafy stems and there are irises, both blue and white.  The kitties are fixed but if they weren't they'd be blossoming out all over because, after all, IT IS SPRING!  As it is Buster jumped the wall yesterday.

We have a five foot wall surrounding the backyard; it's cinder block with a red flat brick top for accent.  Pkin believes in open doors (my Father would say that he was born in a barn).  The kitties and Rosey believe in going into any unlocked space and trying harder to get into the locked off areas.  Bob was cool, sitting under the patio table amid leafy plants.  Rosey was minding her own business, enjoying the sun.  Buster was on the prowl.  I happened to be walking to the garbage cans when I should have been about 40 feet closer to the front of the house where Pkin has instructed me to be (it's a longer story than this one.)  Thank Goodness I was walking to the back and saw Buster leap from the cinder block wall onto a garbage can top and streak into the open garage.  He didn't come when I called.  He was trying to be invisible against some cases of soda.  I had to pick him up and deposit him inside, behind locked doors.  Bob got a little freaked 'cause I was a little freaked.  Rosey just wanted to see what was going one. 

It's begun, the constant battle to keep the kitties inside safe and sounds against their desire to roam free like big kitties.  I heard once that the average life expectancy for an outside kitty was 2 years.  I suspect that their Mom didn't make that.  Spikey was nearly 20 and still trying to sneak outside.  Spikey was the kitty before the current heifers.   

Buster the Bear and Bob-Cat Kitty Adventures

Buster is the replacement for Tallulah.  It's almost like parents who lose a child and then name the next kid the same or a similar name, only not as weird.  Maybe.

Mom is a replacement kid.  And so is Buster.

Of Tallulah and Bob, Bob was the extrovert.  Compared to Buster, Bob's the wallflower, scaredy cat.  I think Bob needs some "Bob-time" so he can feel the love and not develop a complex or anything like that.  I'd hate to have to add kitty-psychotherapy to my daily routine.  As it is about once a week there is a turned over, fallen over houseplant gracing the kitchen floor.  I think it's Buster's work.  We need a kitty-cam to get to the bottom on it all.  In the meantime, I placed the plant on a higher shelf this morning.  It will be safe for another week.  Kitties grow fast and jump higher each and every day.

Rosey's Got a Baby

Rosey is happy to have the kitties, overall.  She'd be tons happier if they played with her more.  Tallulah and Bob are built-in playmates.  They are the same size, can fit in the same corners of their rooms and can get under the bed quickly and easily.  Rosey is and can do none of these things.

She has found a way into their life.  The pictures are care of Pkin.  I'm wondering if this is a good thing.  I don't know enough about animal psychology, or physiology for that fact.  Rosey seems to enjoy it and so does Tallulah. 

Tallulah began her life in our house as the rambunctious one.  She was the first to leave the box, the first to climb all over the sofa.  Bob has now become the "first" one except for the nursing.  Tallulah is more skittish actually.  I guess she just needs a little more care.  Good thing Rosey is around.  Bob's having none of it, by the way.

Tallulah and Bob (Updated)

Bob has the white triangle face.  Tallulah is the calico mix.  Dotsy was a Calico-Siamese mix but the two the them have entirely different personalities. 

Click on the pics for the full size.

Tallulah is the dare devil.  She likes to explore and she's also a purr monster.

Bob is more cautious; and he will cry when he can't see familiar surroundings.  Ol' Bob has some long hair already, at about 8 weeks.  It's going to be fun times for all.  Rosey is getting used to them and they are getting used to Rosey.  Both are still living in separate quarters when Pkin and I are away.

The kitties come by way of Pkin's friend, who loves to bring home strays -- much like Pkin.  The litter was six kitties and there was no mother to be found.  They are in good condition; fortunately, Bob and Tallulah came to me fully washed and vet seen.  Tallulah was just shy of 19 ounces but she's been eating fairly well for the past two days.  Bob looks bigger though I haven't put him on my Weight Watchers scale yet. 

In the days to come there will be more pictures and we're going to need to develop a better day-time living situation for all the pookies.  It was my plan to clear the bathroom counter on hazards and valuables this weekend.  Well, I found a hazard that is also a valuable on the floor this morning.  We must be feeding them super grow food because a little paw must have reached the counter with just enough purchase to knock off the item but not enough to pull 19 or 20 ounces of kitty to the top.  It's only a matter of time and kitty crunchies.