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Cats (1) – Me (-175)

A few weeks ago I came home and landed on the recliner. I felt it was a sign to take a little cat nap. 

In the meantime, I had to answer the phone. Since I have an old phone that doesn’t sync up with my hearing aids, I just take them out to answer the phone. 

And that’s what I did that day. However, I put them on the little side table instead of holding them like I usually do. 

I got off the phone and fell asleep. When I woke up I remembered my hearing aids. Uh oh. The right one was missing (the one that goes in my right ear). I recall hearing the cats playing with something while I was asleep. 

Damn cats. It’s not as if they don’t have any toys.  Anyway, I spent several days tearing the house apart, looking for the hearing aid. No luck, but I did find 12 pencils under the stove!

Today, I picked up my replacement hearing aid. Even with insurance, it cost $175.  Thus the title of this blog. Cats 1 expensive hearing aid and me out $175. 

So what did I learn?

  • Don’t trust the cats. 
  • Everything in its place. 
  • And little hearing aid boxes all over the house in case I take them out for just a second. 

 And did I mention don’t trust the cats!

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Caturday – Sunbeam Sunni

Although it was cold, the sun was shining through the windows. Sunni, a very thoughtful feline, shared the sunbeam with her mousie toy.
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Caturday – Cheap Cat Toys

I accidentally dropped the plastic covering for toilet roll packaging. All the cats immediately had to investigate. Miko is by far the lead investigator. MeiMei bullies her way into the scene. Poor Miko.

Caturday – New Toy Investigation

A new toy requires intense investigation. MeiMei and Sunni take their job seriously.

Glitter Ball Baptism

I have now had Ellie, the dainty wedge head Siamese, for three weeks. Although the adoption has been going well, I have not quite been sure of what Ellie thinks of me as her new mom.

Yes, she snuggies with me at night or during a weekend nap, but is there a bond developing or am I just a heat source? Everyday I attempt to engage her in play, however since she tends to play in the middle of the night, I am not a good playmate.

Last night was the exception. Ellie seemed almost hyperactive and was roaring around her room as I lay in bed reading. She allowed a little rough housing and was very affectionate. It was getting late and since she slowed down, I took that as a bedtime sign. I turned out the lights and settled under the covers.

All of a sudden the bed is attacked! Nothing serious as how much attacking can a 6 pound kitty do. Up, down, pounce, off the bed, on the bed, yowl, yowl. And the the unthinkable–a wet blob of something is in my face! Yes, Ellie gave me a gift.

Eewww–what could it be? Hairball, mouse (I only collect inanimate mousies), or other disgusting wet slimy grossness? I quickly turned on the light and saw she gave me one of her glitter balls. Apparently while playing, she dropped it in her water dish and then saved its life by dragging it out and giving it to me. Was she expecting CPR to be performed?

There were wet drips from her water bowl to the bed. And then many wet spots on the bed before my face received this special gift.

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Presenting Ellie and the Glitter Balls. Great name for a drag show act, don’t you agree?