This Bothers Me...

-- Rue

...like a hooman fussing about his receding hairline (or graying hair).

Okay, so I was looking at the mirror the other day, and look what I noticed -- my whiskers are turning black! Ack!

Definitely not happy with mah whiskers!

It started from the root, and now it's working it's way to the tip. I have one on each side of my face. Has any of the kitties out there experienced this? Anyone? Please tell me I'm not alone in this curse! Would you know why this happens? Any remedy? I want to look flawless and perfect all the time, and this just makes me ugly! :(

HALP!

Happy, Yippie, Healthy!

-- Hooman Momma

Qish is a picture of great health lately, and I am so happy! If you remember, Qish's health had been on a rollercoaster ride. Last year, he was diagnosed with acute kidney failure, and we had moments when I thought I would lose him (September, October and November stories). During those months, he was so thin, frail and had no passion to eat. I refused to take his photos back then because he was stick thin -- I could literally feel the bones under his skin. Who would have thought that Qish would go back to his bouncy, frisky, playful and, err, fat self months later! Lately, his energy for play is just unbelievable! YAY for Qish! :)

Who wants a bite off those round, fat thighs?! I DO! Ohhh, and THAT BELLY!

  

Bag Cat

-- Rue

Momma is recovering at home from her surgery. Qish has been taking good care of her by being on her side ALL THE TIME, even when she goes to the toilet! Sheez! I'm not the caring/sweet-type, so I thought I'd amuse her by being cute and creative:

Spot the Cat!

I think she loved my trick! What do you think?

Momma is in the Hospital!

-- Rue

Momma is undergoing surgery this afternoon. She said it will remove her tonsils. I don't know what they are, but she's been at the hospital since yesterday. 

I can't be with her because they don't allow kitties there (how could they not?!), but I asked her to take my blown-up photo with her so I can cheer her up.

Well, the good thing is, our catsitter (our grandpa this time) is taking care of us. Last week while momma is away on a trip, grandpa was with us the whole weekend and momma was oh-so-surprised when she came back! Qish and I were both bouncing in furry fat-ness, teehee. She scolded grandpa, but we always find a way to get him to give us more food, anyway. He's under our spell!

Here's my photo stopping momma from packing her suitcase...

And when she's back, waiting for a treat from her trip. I really have to get my paws on everything!

I can't wait for momma to get back. But we can't play yet because she can't get exhausted, or her surgical wound may bleed again :( See you, momma! We miss you!