Tag: The cat

In a cat’s eye

So yesterday, we took Oreo (the cat) to the vet. Her eye looked infected. In fact, Andrew woke me from a sound sleep the other night by yelling:

There’s something wrong with Oreo’s eye!

Except, what I heard was:

Somehow Oreo died!

I charged down the hall, wide awake, heart pounding, only to find the cat, just fine, on his bed.

Miss B wanted to come along to the vet since she’s thinking about being a animal doctor. Actually, she has a very detailed career plan. It goes something like this:

  • For two years, rescue injured seals, nurse them back to health, and release them back into the ocean. (She must have seen something on the Discovery channel about this, it’s so precise.)
  • For two years, work at the Animal Humane Society. (Why two years for both? I don’t know.)
  • Then, she’ll work as a veterinarian, taking care of all kinds of animals.

So, I was pleased that the vet tech and the vet herself were women. Plus, a high school girl was there doing job shadowing for a school project.

The vet put stain in kitty’s eye then viewed it with a black light to check for torn cornea. Actually, we all got to view kitty’s freaky glowing eye. A good time was had by all except kitty. Turns out it’s just an infection that we can treat with ointment.

Which, in theory, sounds simple. Have you ever put ointment in a cat’s eye? Sure, they make it look easy at the vet. This morning, it took me and Andrew to do it. And of course, kitty immediately proceeded to wipe it out of her eye.

Tonight, I’m getting the aspiring vet to help me.

Or would you rather be a (cat)fish?

Last night, Miss B commandeered my camera and went on a photo safari. Below are a few that she took. Be glad I’m sparing you the blurry one of my running shoes.

catfish

A few days ago, she decided our tank needed another fish. So she made one out of paper and taped it to the glass. I mean, buying another fish. How mundane.

fishtank

We have a mirror in the back of the tank, which is how she got this shot. That’s her big, pink fish floating above her head there. Her homemade “catfish,” as she calls it, is down below.

catfloor

This is one of many cat photos she took last night. One of many. Trust me on this.

The tale of the three faux fur blankets

Since they’ve been putting in yeoman’s work lately (well, inasmuch as blankets actually perform labor), I thought I’d highlight the unsung heroes of our house: the three faux fur blankets.

blanket1

This was the first faux fur blanket we bought. Actually, Bob bought it a few years back at a Target after-Christmas sale, when they were trying to dump all the winter stuff. It’s faux fur on one side and faux suede on the other and it’s nothing but fauxy goodness.  The only downside is it’s more of a throw than a full blanket. It currently resides on Andrew’s bed.

Bob searched all over for another blanket like this one (and he often mentions how he wishes he’d bought all the ones on clearance). We thought: wouldn’t it be great to get a faux fur blanket, only in bedspread size for the winter. We tried and ended up with our second faux fur blanket:

blanket2

In theory, good. However, the great synthetic beast from which this fur came obviously saw her stylist one too many times. She’s a tad over-processed with far too many highlights. The underside wasn’t so much faux suede as generic material. And on the bed? Well, let’s just say this blanket now resides in Kyra’s room.

However, as you can see, it is cat-approved.

About two years ago, I bought this blanket as a Christmas gift:

blanket3

This is the diva star of our faux fur blankets (and she knows it). One side is that really soft almost-feels-real faux fur and the other side is … down. Is it warm? It. Is. Warm. It currently resides on my side of the bed. All. Winter. Long. because I am Always. Cold. Downside? It’s also throw-size, but we deal.