Wordy Wednesday

Someone gave dis to mom fur Krissmouse...yes, she hadded some. In fact she hadded some last night. Her and a frend hadded something called brandy old fashon sours. Dey emptied dis bottle and den dey giggled a lot. Dad did not haf any but he did sit wif dem. He is doing a lot better and isn't yelling in pain anymore. He is on to da soft food part of recovery. He had a strawberry banana smoothie made wif yogurt fur lunch and some cream of potato soup fur dinner. And dis might be to much information but he finally pooped. Apparently dis is a BIG deal and da reason fur da big celebration last night. Okay, not really, but any excuse to haf fun. We is liking da new skedjool too, early to bed, early to rise. Mom goes to da shelter fur 2 hours and da rest of da day she is here, at our beck and call. She even took da walkie talkie out wif her when she cut da grass just in case dad (or one of us) needed her. It's gonna be like dat fur a month cuz dad isn't suppose to do anything fur dat long. He isn't even allowed to lift anything over 5 pounds! Heck, little Zippy weighs more den dat! He is allowed to play fev-ver wand with us tho so we'z been haffing fun wif dat. Well, dat's it. Just thawt we'd update properly on what is going on.

Tired Tuesday

Dad is home! Mom is tired...she sez it's like being the single mother of triplets. With no help. And they all have colic. We'll prolly be offline for awhile, we have been visiting but haven't been commenting a lot because of how bizzy mom is. She's still doing her volunteer stuff at da shelter too...mostly because it's not in our house. She sez she gots to get out once in a while even if it is to scoop more poop. We think she could just move out litter boxes to different rooms if all she wants is a new view while cleaning them.

Yay!

Dad's surjeree went great! He sez it hurts but not to much and da doktor sez dat da rest of his insides was clean. Mom needs to get some rest tho, she was with him until almost midnite on Tuesday and den she hadda be der at 6 am dis morning...she's a little bit very much worn out. On top of dat da heat index here was 110 degrees today. Thank Willis Haviland Carrier fur air conditioning. We kept our cool all day...hahahahaha

Mancat Monday

Dat's me and dad haffing a cuddle...a manly cuddle wif yoor dad is okay! Da heart doctor putted dye in dad's veins and looked in dem. He sed dat none of dem is blocked and dat he haf less bild up in dem den most guys his age. He gave dad a pill to help regulate his heart beat cuz it goes like thumpity thump, thumpity thump, bump, thumpity thump, thumpity thump, bump. So, he is going fur da original surgery tomoro, he'll check in and be prepped and den on Wednesday morning day do his surgery. Dey is gonna fix his hur-nee-ah at da same time. Mom haf been going crazy wif cleaning cuz now dat dad don't smoke (22 days!) even he can smell da stinky. She is washing walls, shampooing furniture, cleaning carpets...she's doing one room at a time and she sez she might be done by next May! Every time she takes something out of a closet she sez "ugh, this stinks!" Well, we'z gonna go snuggle dad some more, we gotta get all da cuddles in dat we can afore he leaves.

Dad is not in da hopspittal...

He couldn't gets his surjery cuz der is a prollem wif his heart. *sigh* He hadded a stress test and it was so bad dey sent him to da cardiologist right away...he hasta go in tomoro at 6 am fur a cather, catheter, er, mom what's dat word? Catheterization? Ack, he hasta haf an artery cleaned out. Mom sez nothing is ever easy or straight forward wif dad, it's always something that turns into a lot of other somethings.

Bye for now...

Our cuzzin, Alfred, hadda be helped over da bridge yesserday... He was 18 years old, which is furry old fur a woofie his size. We'z gonna miss him, he was fun to play wif when he came over. He was nice to kitties and let us climb on him. He hadded a stroke and couldn't eat, or stand up, or anything so his boy (who's a man now) took him to da place to ease his pain.

Tuxie and tattletail Tuesday

Look out behind yoo...

Dad went to da surjun on Friday and dey put him in a big machine dat made noises and den dey sed to go to his regular doktor on Monday fur all kinda other tests and to get his results from da CAT Scan...dad told him dat he gets cat scans effury day but da surjun sed he does too and none of dem ever tell him if der is a prollem either. So, he went to see his regular doktor and dey sed effury thing looks good fur da surjury and dat it don't look like dat bad stuff is anywhere else. He goes into da hopspittal on da 16th and he will be der fur 8 days. Da doktors assistant told mom he'll at least haf an excuse to be lazy when he comes home cuz he isn't suppose to do anything more strenuous den walk a little bit fur 30 whole days! Den dey both started laffing and mom sed to her "not a problem" and dad stuck his tung out at mom. See, da doktors assistant knows he's lazy...heehee

We haf a kweshton. Zippy sez dat because her calico is over mostly white dat she is a tuxie too. We say no, she's just a calico but she insists dat she is a calico tuxie. Is der such a thing? She sez dis piksher shows she haf just as much white as Sadie and I do so it proves dat she is a tux kitty. I am a tuxie....I am, I am, I am....look, with belly, white chest, white on my face...tuxie!