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I just checked, and it's been since April that I did a formal YABCU. This post herewith remedies that situation.

The cats, Matt & Lucy (named by Nanny), are about to turn 18 in or around January. We don't actually know when they were born, but it's convenient for me to assume January. Eighteen is rather old for a cat, but these guys are still in good health.

Lucy humps around1 a little more slowly, from what I can tell, but she is just as alert as always, talks to me, especially in the mornings when she wants me to know in no uncertain terms that she is, in fact, quite hungry, and that I have starved her for an entire day and that this is an unacceptable state of affairs.

Since veldah moved in during August, Lucy has discovered that Very Good Things™ come out of the kitchen, and therefore the kitchen is where any self-respecting chow-hound of a cat should hang out. And hang out she does. Right behind the heels of whoever happens to be in there. So she gets stepped on a lot. And, when stepped on, she screams bloody murder, making us think we've stepped on her head or something. Egad, what a sound.

She doesn't mind being picked up, and actually has gotten to kind of like it. I pick her up and carry her down the stairs in the mornings, and she purrs. I do this for two reasons: 1) her piteous "I'm starving" meows convince me that she is actually dying of hunger and is unable to physically make it down 14 stairs to the kitchen without collapsing; 2) if I don't, she'll trip me and kill me going down the stairs. Yes, these two things are mutually exclusive. No, I don't have a problem with that.

Ah, cats.

Lucy has discovered a toy that someone gave me for Gremlin many years ago. It's a little blue pillow stuffed with fluff, but apparently has had catnip associated with it at some point. She carries it around in her mouth, meowing pitifully around the pillow, and makes sure that she and it are in the room with me. We can't decide whether she "thinks" of the pillow as prey or a kitten. It doesn't really matter at 2:00 in the morning when she is making that caterwauling noise outside my bedroom door.

The vet told me to cut back on her gooshyfood intake and encourage her to eat more dry food. But she doesn't like dry food. And she's 18. I think at this point in her life, she deserves to get what she wants.

Matt is kind of a heavyweight. He loathes being picked up because I think the only reason he ever got picked up prior to coming to live with me was to be shoved into a box and then go to the vet. So I've been picking him up randomly and trying to hold him and pet him and make him understand that it can be a good thing. I hold him until he starts to struggle, and then I put him down. I was able to carry him all the way upstairs the other night with only a minimal amount of struggling, and only one bleeding gash (on my right arm).

He has continued to play, starting at around 10 PM and going until around midnight, although that is changing now that it's getting colder. He plays with his tail, bats a little rainbow-colored sisal mousey around, bats a catnip ball (and breaks it open to get at the catnip), and generally runs pell-mell through the house, claws ripping at the carpet as he meyowls and growls at...nothing. Playing is new to Matt, and he's actually acting kind of like a kitten does.

Lucy? Not down with the playing. If she sees Matt doing it, she takes it for a while, then slaps the stew out of him and makes him stop. He, on the other hand, is not tolerant of her obsession with the little blue pillow, and whips up on her occasionally.

Ah, cats.

Matt was a bit suspicious of veldah at first, but after he realized she knew the Secret of the Yellow-Handled Brush of Deep Cat-Scratching™, he came around quickly. Now he begs me to pet him, and if I'm not fast enough, he goes to her.

In the last couple of days, he's been very clingy and lovey-dovey. Because it's cold, I suspect. And for the last two nights, he's joined me on the bed (read: electric blanket) and takes up most of it because he likes to lie in the exact geometrical center so that I have to maneuver myself around him to get in or out of bed.

Ah, cats.

Matt has digestive problems, and occasionally, when he eats, he yarks it up on the carpet. Or the tile. Or the wood floor. Just wherever he happens to be standing when it happens. So I've been trying to adjust their food so it's for older cats and/or cats with digestive problems.

Matt actually got into my lap voluntarily a couple of nights ago (see above re: it's cold) and lay down and stayed with me for quite a while. And purred when I petted him. He's a sucker for an ear-scratch, and he will demand that you continue to scratch him long after you're tired of it. He does this by extending his Titanium Edged Claws of Shredding Doom™ and grabbing your hand and bring it back down to his head. You will conform.

Lucy has decided that the upstairs is her domain, particularly the bed (with comforter) in the back guest bedroom. Matt owns downstairs and sleeps on a fleece blanket I put down for just that purpose on the love seat.

I couldn't be happier that the cats are happy. They seem healthy and happy and in spite of a couple of escape attempts by Lucy (veldah had to grab her by the tail one day as she darted out the kitchen door into the open garage), they don't seem to mind being cooped up inside. Especially with Teh Cold. My mother will come visit for Christmas and there will finally be three laps, no waiting.
  1. Lucy only has three legs, so she sort of hops around on one back leg and two front ones.


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Dec. 7th, 2010 06:05 pm (UTC)
YAY! :) I love YABCUs. I wonder if the kitchen-underfoot issue has some kind of solution. Are you okay with her 'helping', being up on the counter? My boys just go straight up to the counter...(Yeah, our guests are always horrified, but whatevs. Love me, love my cats! ;) )
Dec. 7th, 2010 06:09 pm (UTC)
Lucy can't get up there because of the whole three-legged thing, and even when I have put her up on things, she wants off. Neither of these cats are climbers. Gremlin traipsed around on every flat surface from the floor the top of the fridge. Not these guys.
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Dec. 8th, 2010 02:39 am (UTC)
I'm glad the kitties are doing well :)

Mine get more snuggly in the cold weather, too. Spaz is about 17 now. She also does that thing with the toy and the yowling. I'm glad it's not jut Spaz...I thought she was trying to show me on the doll where she was hurting or something crazy like that.

As you say, "Ah, cats!"
Dec. 8th, 2010 04:52 pm (UTC)
My cat does the 'OMG I'm dyyyyying!' yowl just, I've discovered, to get pets. Before I go to bed I give her food or water and when she's done with it she jumps on her chair and want to be petted. Sometimes I go back into the other room and I'm not there when the petting time arrives, so she yowls until I come pet her or she gets bored and quits. I hate that noise so much. :/

She's also had the yarking things up on the floor problem over the years. My house is now mostly floored in vinyl. 'Tis easier. :)
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