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I’ll Admit…

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I’ll admit… it probably wasn’t smart to watch the first episode of American Horror Story right before going to bed last night.  Not that I was scared or freaked out or anything, but it set the mood for dark, quiet night.

We went to bed and I fell asleep to Futurama (like I always do) but woke up about twenty minutes later wide awake.  The bane of falling asleep for a whole night is the twenty minute power nap because I was wide awake.  At that point it was past midnight, and it was so quiet in my apartment I could hear everything.

Every time I moved my arm I could hear it on the sheets.  I hear every click and bang from the radiator. I heard every car that passed in the front of the apartment.  Every time a guinea pig took a drink of water in the other room it was loud and clear to me.  I laid awake for about ten minutes hearing every thing, one at a time, loud and clear as if it had been through a speaker.

And then, as it started to quiet down Angelo started bolting up and down the hallway.  He’d run as fast as he could (and loudly!) down the hardwood floored hallway, stop at the end and let out a few meows, then bolt back the other direction.  He did this four or five times, before I got out of bed to see what was freaking him out.  I walked into the kitchen and he was just sitting there staring at me.

Now our stove is a little odd.  You can actually hear the pilot light in the oven if its really quiet.  It can be confusing, and was, before we figured out what it was.  It just sounds like a lighter flame flickering in the wind.  Regardless of the knowing what the noise was, in a pitch black apartment, with wind blowing outside, and every noise bolstered, the pilot light added to the atmosphere.

I lured Angelo to the bedroom with some kitty treats, and was able to get him to his spot on bed (Angelo has a spot that he sleeps in, its his).  I put some Futurama on my phone, and two episodes later (and some sleep talking by Sam) I fell asleep.

I had weird dreams I wish I remembered, but it was an odd night and I can trace it all back to watching American Horror Story.  So my advice to you, shut off the lights, get ready for bed, and throw on the first episode of American Horror Story.  It was great.

My Cat

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Angelo has been needy since Christmas.  Not that he isn’t a spoiled needy cat anyways, but for years he was silent, rather independent cat.  He would sleep on the foot of the bed, but that was all he asked for.

Now he needs to be fed wet food twice a day.  If you’re off his feeding schedule then he lets you know, with some rather loud pathetic sounding meowing.  Then there is when he poos…. he lets you know that he just let something awful exit his body.  And won’t stop til you acknowledge him.

He has permanent “Angelo Spots” on the couch and bed.  It is almost like its a personal affront to his being if you lay in one of these spots.  He’ll stare you down until you move.

So yeah.  He’s a strange kitty.  With demanding needs.  But he wows people who see him with his adorableness and fluffiness. No one suspects his demanding ways.

I realize

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I realize there have to be worse ways to wake up but…..

a cat throwing up loudly at the end of your bed has to be near the top of the list. The sounds are bad enough, however when added with the horrifying accompanying scents it’s nauseating.

To double-down on the “you’ll not get back to sleep after this” Angelo then followed up the vomiting with crapping in the other room…. not in the litter. In case you’re wondering, yes, you can hear Angelo shitting, it is like a loud, messy, wet popping now that happens several time in sequence. Oh yeah…. that smells too.

I realize he’s old, and eating lots of wet cat food of differing varieties and healthiness because we are trying to keep Oscar eating by buying whatever food tastes good, but if he never does this again I’ll be a happy man.

But I’m not kidding myself.

Sigh.

Meow

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“Meow.”

“Meow.”

“I hear you Angelo.”

“Meow.”

“Yes, I know you used the litter box. You don’t have to announce your poo.”

“Meow.”

“I don’t care that you pooed.”

“Meow.”

“Why are you staring at me?”

“Meow.”

“Please stop.”

Looks back at litter box. “Meow.”

“I’m not picking it up now. I’m not a slave to you.”

“Meow.”

“Fine.”

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He’s a persistent kitty.

Tale of Two Kitties

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As you may or may not know, when Oscar’s face swelled up a few weeks ago I raced him to the vet (alright it was two days later that he went to the vet, but that’s racing in “AJ Emergency Mode”).  There they found out that he had a bad tooth infection and wanted to pull the tooth.  Before surgery they did some blood work and found out his kidneys were shutting down.  The official term “Chronic Renial Infection”.

He is now on a special canned food diet and has to have a fluid IV every other day.  His levels have come down closer to normal (still much higher than normal) but better.  In six weeks we will try again and see how his blood levels go.  Best case scenario they say is one to two years max left of life.

While there I mention that Angelo has been pooping outside of the box on occasion.  Usually a few days at a time in front of the doorway out of the apartment.  He sometimes would go a week and then out of nowhere poop in front of the door again.  So I bring Angelo in for a visit, and the vet thinks that because it is only poop, and only in front of the door, and not any urine, that is mostly a headcase thing.  He prescribes Prozac for Angelo.  PROZAC.

So I have one cat who is on medicine and fluids and a special diet and another on prozac.  I’m a good pet owner I swear.