Cheesecake is not having a good week.

First he was neutered and now we have plumbing problems. Cheesecake loves water and is usually found in either the kitchen or bathroom sink, normally trying to drink from the tap but often just rolling around in joyous abandon (he's very fond of the shower too and will attempt to follow you in there if he thinks he'll get away with it). Unfortunately the tank in the attic that supplies the bathroom isn't filling and the plumber can't get here til the weekend. Poor Cheesecake. I guess he'll just have to make the kitchen sink his favourite place to hang out...

In other feline news, Lily has succeeding in freaking out a friend of the family who came to visit last weekend. Apparently cats-with-no-eyes should not move their heads so that they appear to be watching you. Nor should they suddenly appear at your feet and sit, staring up plaintively. I expect that the 100 mile an hour mad dash through 3 rooms and stalking, and successfully catching, Mia also failed to help her case.

What's going on?

The female human is acting very strangely. There's no food in the bowl but despite all of our yowling she has yet to refill it and she keeps talking about me having to go to the vet with Bob. Obviously she's mistaken for I am not ill...

OMG, I've just had a thought, is this the recession hitting us? What if there's no cat food left at all? Are we going to starve? I suppose I could, just to survive mind you, make the ultimate sacrifice and eat one of the small rodents if I absolutely had to. Quick, someone open that tank!

Poor Cheesecake...

I took Bob into the vets last Saturday for a checkup as she had a lost a little weight and I was concerned. Poor Bob-O came to us from a rescue that had removed her, and several other cats, from a terrible situation - the cats had all been locked into a pen by a farmer and fed daily on pototo and cabbage scraps. Obviously, that's not the best diet for a carnivore so the cats were in terrible health and it took quite a while for all of those cats lucky enough to survive to recover. During the course of the checkup we discovered that she has several horrid manky teeth so she was automatically booked in for a dental on Thursday (tomorrow).

El Bob-O:

You're probably wondering why the post is entitled "Poor Cheesecake" as it seems to be entirely about Bob's teeth, no? As I was making the appointment for Bob's dental it occurred to me that, for various reasons, Cheesecake has yet to be neutered. He's an exceptionally well behaved boy and doesn't flaunt his entire male status so it was on the list of Things To Do that I hadn't quite gotten around to booking but wasn't too pushed about.

Unfortunately for Cheesecake I had time to make that booking on Saturday so he's going to be saying goodbye to his 'nads tomorrow. Poor Cheesecake :)