He's living as hard as he can.
He's so present. He wakes us up at 6:30 a.m., not having gotten the memo about the time change. He does this on the weekends now, as well, having discovered that he needs hooman assistance to access teh wet food. Husband (who can go back to sleep after being awakened) heroically goes downstairs to feed him, knowing that I cannot go back to sleep after being awakened.
He follows us everywhere. He will quite possibly kill me by tripping me on the stairs. I accept this as part of the deal.
When I am in the bathroom, and have the audacity to lock him out, I am serenaded by the doorknob rattling constantly.
He likes the new feeding schedule, which is basically: he gets fed whenever he wants to. He indicates that he wants to by meowing. Actually, squawking. Loudly and persistently.
About every half-hour or so.
He still chases his dad's ties across the bed every morning, and runs up the stairs faster than any cat ever did, ever.
He's 12. And his kidneys are starting to fail.
He goes once a week to the vet to get a subcutaneous injection of fluids. He doesn't much like going, 'cause he's comfy at home. But he doesn't complain, and he doesn't notice the actual procedure at all.
In between, he is living as hard as he can.
ronnie
posted by ronnie at
9:03 p.m.
8 Comments:
Good on you, Mojo, and all of your friends in Ft. Harrington are proud of you. And of your mom and dad.
Fonzie says to tell Mr. Mojo that if he works at it right, he can get that morning feeding up to 4:30 or even earlier.
Was that you're cat? Did I read that right? Since you mentioned that he goes to the vet every week... I hope he'll do good. Had fun reading your blog. Cheers! :)
Mojo!! Way to go, kitty! Get those loafer out of bed in the a.m. so they can attend to IMPORTANT BIDNESS = feeding you!
Is it really true that Mojo is 12? Glory be. Hang in there, wonder cat!
Ooo ...squawking is such a good tactic! Though Mojo's friend Downy tries it and succeeds only in squeaking. He says to tell Mojo that full-resonance squawking is most impressive and that he is envious.
Here's some masterful kitty squawking from the incomparable Cyriak.
Keep your mojo workin', Mojo.
Severe hearing losses are some of the safest drivers around. One of the reasons for this is that we have to rely almost entirely on our eyes. After all, driving is a visual activity, more than it is an aural experience. Sure, we seldom hear horns honking, but when you are visually alert, you have already seen the problem looming before some driver lays on his horn. Besides, much of the horn honking these days is just impatient drivers sounding off, not genuine traffic warnings, so we aren’t really missing much in this respect.
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Go, Mojo! Best wishes to all of you from Freeway, the other four cats and the people here.
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