Over here at the Brookes’ homestead, we have one sad little furry. Last week, we discovered a sore on Rudi’s hind leg. After some advice from our fantastic veterinarian’s office and a few jokes that this cat will bleed our bank account dry, we purchased a soft e-collar for him.
My friend Sara says “e-collar” is short for Elizabethan Collar, as it resembles the costumes worn during that time period. Elizabethan cats. So regal! So ridiculous! And so smelly!
It’s amazing how quickly cats turn into big smelly greaseballs when they aren’t consistently grooming themselves. We have been giving him 10-15 minute respites from his “cone of shame” so he can take a daily bath. But his leg would be healing faster if he didn’t keep ripping the scab off this sore every time we do so. Punk cat!
Meanwhile, Rudi has made a reluctant peace with his e-collar. On his own, he figured out how to get it from “satellite” mode into “clown” mode. We now have a couple more nicknames for this crazy furry of ours: “radio cat”, “circus cat”, etc.
Thought I’d share some silly pics so you can laugh too…
Squirrels are going nuts over here on the old Minnesota Brookes’ homestead. We’ve got 4 cheeky buggers running all over the front banister and flower boxes hunting for treats. Naturally, the felines are intrigued…
But what had me rushing to get the camera wasn’t the insane squirrels who seriously looked like they were staring into the house at times…it was to document the proximity between Tobycat and the kitten.
Lookit that closeness! They are, like, TOUCHING.
I’m callin’ it. They are now (drumroll please)…
Thanks, you nutty squirrels, you brought my furries together!
I know you all are dying in wait for kitten drama updates. Do not worry. I have photojournalism in store just for you!
There is a reluctant peace between the kitties thus far. The kitten is 100% all about being friends. Toby is barely tolerating Rudi’s presence. We’re making progress. 🙂
Toby’s major problem with Rudi is that he is a kitten. Rudi has SO. MUCH. ENERGY. When he comes into the room, he runs. He skips. He makes noise. He will unexpectedly jump on things. Toby no likey. He reacts by growling and meowing when the kitten comes near him. Or if there is a showdown on the stairs (i.e. Toby is sitting, watching the kitten and the kitten wants to get by), Toby air punches at Rudi with his paw, like, “THESE STAIRS ARE MINE!” Jerk cat.
But I am encouraged that Toby is slowly tolerating more and more time with the kitten. BOTH of them were cuddled on me Sunday while I was in the throes of the worst migraine of my life. Granted, they were a “safe” 2 feet away from each other, Toby taking my feet and Rudi on my chest, but I was impressed!
So, for now, I will sum up the kitten dramas with this final picture: