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 :)

It's been a busy couple of weeks since I last blogged. First we had to get back into the routine for work (easier for us than for the Feline Overlords I think, as they'd gotten very used to having human slaves available 24/7) and then actually go back to work. That was the hard bit for the humans!

Workwise, I have a couple of big-ish and several small projects starting up this month, resulting in me being fairly busy with the prep work and not as interactive a human slave as normal. Most of the Feline Horde are used to varying periods of busy and quiet and have either been ignoring me or pointedly tracking me down and getting in the way.

Luci and Bob are ignorers for instance whereas Homer and Mia are very definitely hunting me (Lily is hunting everyone all of the time so nothing new there). I think Cheesecake is going to be a hunter too as he's currently sitting on my chest rather pointedly getting between me and the laptop. It's a good thing that I'm well practised in the art of reading through, around and despite a cat or I'd never get through the background info I need read for tomorrow morning's meeting.

The cats are possessed

That's it, I've had enough. The tree is coming down tomorrow whether they like it or not.

Over the last 6 hours the tree has started to vibrate and occasionally shake out a cat or two. I've unplugged the lights and myself, Bob-O and the dogs are sitting waaayyyyy back and watching to see how long it takes to fall. I can't get near the tortie powering it - she's holed up in the middle creating showers of cheerful baubles at random intervals.

(a lot of the evil can be traced back to the cat-cocaine treats that their Secret Santa sent for them. At one point they were in the kitchen for safekeeping and that worked until Cheesecake found them, chewed his way through a box and foil wrapping and scoffed his own bodyweight in hallucinogenic treats. Little monster is still high - all dilated pupil'd and madly dashing for the last 36 hours)