<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621944095798565819</id><updated>2024-09-14T06:17:17.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Tuxedo the Cat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Carolyn Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395062035937290153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiC_SGGCj6rOa1Ar4S96i8vpRka1oHPPtRHztwy8wEHafBAJowdXS5y3TLvgfiJWgHU1hG73_8WLAqhJ0Ku6lQB5mDvQrAtqgdv3vJhD7i9F6P_2InfEwL0DDzYKawi0/s220/Aunt_carolyn_Publicity+Picture.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621944095798565819.post-5392133388736239884</id><published>2014-04-07T08:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-07T08:27:01.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuxedo the Cat - February 2014</title><content type='html'>Ms. Tuxedo likes to walk on my laptop and sit on it as I’m using it. It’s her way of exerting control over me. Cute. I usually close it when I see her coming. Or, let her go ahead and sit on it if she catches me by surprise. Better not to fight for control when I am working. She only stays for a few minutes.
&lt;p&gt;
Every night Tuxedo tries to decide when I am supposed to go to bed. Like right now, it’s one thirty in the morning. She’s in the other bedroom now, screaming for me to go to bed. Soon she’ll come in and gently nudge me with her head. If I persist in staying up, she’ll give up and go to her room.
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&lt;p&gt;
I give her plenty of water. I bought one of those containers that works like a water cooler. She kept dismantling it. I soon realized she just wanted the tray, not the container that the water came from. So I just let her use the bottom tray. Come to find out she wanted to put in her favorite doll so she would know where it is all the time.
&lt;p&gt;
Now I’m in a position where I can&#39;t leave anything containing water around. I put a cup of water on my bedroom floor one day. I looked down to see her drinking out of my cup. 
&lt;p&gt;
Last night I left the cup on the floor again, but I like didn&#39;t put any additional water in it. She looked in the cup and started crying. The cat actually wanted me to fill my own cup of water so she could drink out of it!
&lt;p&gt;
I love her to death. 


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&lt;p&gt;
After a few minutes she came into the bedroom crying. While I was in the kitchen I had fed her, and I knew her water dish was full and clean. So, I didn&#39;t really know what it was that she could possibly want. So I ignored her, which made her even more animated. Eventually she jumped on the bed and walked back and forth in front of me, howling all the time. I decided to follow her into the kitchen and see what it was that she wanted. 
&lt;p&gt;
When she entered the kitchen she jumped on one of the chairs, which was above the red item still on the floor. Once I got closer, I saw that it was her cat collar. I don&#39;t know how her collar could have been removed from her. But it was clear that the collar being off was her big problem.
&lt;p&gt;
Once I put on her collar, she was a happy cat again. She disappeared in the bowels of the house, not to be seen again for hours.
&lt;p&gt;
Collars are a cat&#39;s identity. They feel naked without it. We think that when we take off a pet’s collar, we are giving them a break. However, it has become clear to me over the years, that a collar becomes a cat&#39;s sense of self. They feel lost without it. Cats like to feel that they belong to someone, just like people.
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I will walk across the computer keyboard while she is working on it. When she yells at me, I run off laughing
&lt;p&gt;
I’m spoiled. I want all attention focused on me. I yell out so who ever is on the telephone can hear me. My aunt hates it when every time she wants to talk to mom, I cry in the phone
&lt;p&gt;
I’ll bite mom’s hand if I want to eat and she’s asleep
&lt;p&gt;
I’ll cry and keep walking around a person visiting mom until he or she leaves my house
&lt;p&gt;
I bring my toys to her and make her play fetch with me until I get tired
&lt;p&gt;
I like to put my toys in my water dish. One day I put my boy doll in my water dish. When she took it out, I made her play fetch with me. Then I went into the kitchen and put my doll in my food dish. Mom was surprised when she saw it. She took it out and left it on the floor next to the dish.
&lt;p&gt;
The most favorite thing I like to do is jump on the dresser and stare at myself in the mirror. I think I am a beautiful cat!
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;My mom Carolyn has
something she wants to share with you:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;“Tuxedo kept coming to
my side of the bed, meowing over and over again, and then leaving the room. A
few minutes later, the same thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Then, while I was on
the phone, she became an obnoxious cat. She started jumping around the room, on
dressers and tables, knocking off everything she could push. I wondered, What
the hell is wrong with her? this wasn’t her normal behavior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;When I got off the
phone, she came and pressed on my legs again. I decided to follow her to see
what she was trying to tell me. She escorted me to the kitchen. Her food dish
was empty. My poor baby was hungry. I felt lower than dirt. Now when she
circles me crying, I know she wants something, like food, or go out on the back
porch, and will act accordingly.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;My cousin Gizelle got a 4-week
old kitten in May. She named her Roxanne, now Angel&#39;s sister. She is a really small black and gray
kitten. And she is baaaad! She gets into everything. She’s not afraid of
anything or anyone. She climbs up and down everywhere, even mom’s king sized
bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Roxanne follows Gizelle
and her mom Kellyn everywhere. She is so small you have to make sure you don’t
step on her when you walk around. Which leads to my issue with Roxanne.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She comes into my house
like she owns it. Mom brings her in to play with her. &amp;nbsp;This makes me jealous. I’m not too crazy
about Roxanne being in my house. I want to make sure mom doesn’t keep her here.
I’m very possessive of my human mom. I want her all to myself, and I hiss at
Roxanne to let her know it. I don’t think Roxanne cares about what I want. She just
likes to be nosy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;I will say she is cute, which is why she gets
away with murder around the compound. Hopefully we will one day be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7189411049508583542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2012/07/roxanne-is-added-to-compound-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/7189411049508583542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/7189411049508583542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2012/07/roxanne-is-added-to-compound-16.html' title='Roxanne is Added to the Compound '/><author><name>Carolyn Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395062035937290153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiC_SGGCj6rOa1Ar4S96i8vpRka1oHPPtRHztwy8wEHafBAJowdXS5y3TLvgfiJWgHU1hG73_8WLAqhJ0Ku6lQB5mDvQrAtqgdv3vJhD7i9F6P_2InfEwL0DDzYKawi0/s220/Aunt_carolyn_Publicity+Picture.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621944095798565819.post-989159740352570483</id><published>2012-07-05T16:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-05T16:41:46.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out, Feral Cats! #15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;My Cousin Kim was on her front porch the other night, and
saw two ladies with giant cages on our street. She called mom, then went down
the street to the vacant lot to talk to them. Mom watched her from our front
porch. Then she went back in the house and I followed. She put on some
slippers, then left and closed the door behind her. She wouldn’t let me go with
her. She seemed agitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;When Mom returned, I heard her talking to Aunt Elaine on the
phone. Apparently these women were from the Animal Rescue League. They had
gotten a complaint from someone on the street that there were too many feral
cats around. I guess cats without owners or homes are called “ferals.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Mom said there were a lot of cats and kittens on the street.
But that was all the time. She also wondered if the woman she saw before a few
months ago was the same one who kidnapped Angel’s mom from next door. They said
she wasn’t a feral cat because the entire neighborhood fed her, and let her in
their homes. The lady next door had even let Angel’s mom have her kittens on
her porch, and had given Angel to cousin Kellyn when she was 6 weeks old. Kim
had even let her in the house so she could nurse Angel, her baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I remember that time. Everyone was sad, upset and angry that
Chloe, that’s Angel’s mom, was abducted and taken away. The rumor was that the
men on the street even saw it happen, yet did nothing but let the stranger take
her. Mom said the next time they adopt a feral cat or kitten, they should put a
collar on the ones they feed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Anyway, these ladies said they would have the ones they
caught spayed and neutered and given good homes. I have my suspicions about all
of this. For one thing, those cats were keeping the mouse population down in
the neighborhood. So why would people not want them around? Next, I heard the
Animal Rescue League had more than enough cats that they had trouble even
giving them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Well, they’re all gone now. I’m glad I have a home
where I am loved, and not chased around and caged like a feral cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/feeds/989159740352570483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2012/07/look-out-feral-cats-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/989159740352570483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/989159740352570483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2012/07/look-out-feral-cats-15.html' title='Look Out, Feral Cats! #15'/><author><name>Carolyn Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395062035937290153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiC_SGGCj6rOa1Ar4S96i8vpRka1oHPPtRHztwy8wEHafBAJowdXS5y3TLvgfiJWgHU1hG73_8WLAqhJ0Ku6lQB5mDvQrAtqgdv3vJhD7i9F6P_2InfEwL0DDzYKawi0/s220/Aunt_carolyn_Publicity+Picture.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621944095798565819.post-9160924181713273756</id><published>2012-06-11T06:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T06:03:08.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bathroom Sink     #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;My cousin Robyn came up to
check the smoke detectors one morning. Mom was asleep. I was running around the
house trying to stay away from Robyn’s husband Michael, who was helping her. I
know Robyn, but not him. I always hide when someone I don’t know well comes
into the house. If mom is up, then I will sit or lay near her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;While he was checking
smoke detectors, Robyn went into mom’s room and woke her up. “Your bathroom
sink is full of water!” Mom stirred up from bed and said, “Yeah. Tuxedo likes
to drink out of the bathroom sink.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;See, I like to drink out
of the sink because mom washes there. I like her smell. I also like the way her
bathroom accessories smell. So, she fills up the bathroom sink with nice cold
water after she brushes her teeth, cleans the sink and such. And I get to push stuff
into the water. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Mom always has nice stuff for
me to push into the sink. Toothpaste, tooth brush, a fingernail brush, a comb,
a sponge or whatever else she may put around the sink. I like to push them in
one at a time and see them float around. I also like to drink from the sink
after I push the stuff in the water. She also has a water dish on the floor
that I drink from.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;When she forgets to leave
water in the bathroom sink, I’ll cry until she gets the message. I don’t know
how mom and I started this habit. It was so long ago. But it works for us now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;My mom threw away my bowl
of grass. I found the container in one of the waste baskets. There was still
good green grass in there for me to eat. She saw me trying to get it out, and
put it back on the floor. Geez, she is always touching my stuff!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Yesterday my cousin Gizelle
visited. She’s 4 years old. She scares me sometimes because she’s a fast mover,
but I’m getting used to her behavior. This visit I stayed on the bed while she
was here. Mom was telling her a fairy tale about a big bad wolf. Gizelle showed
up with some red colored things on her fingernails on one hand. I noticed when
she left the house, she left some of them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Today I started to play
with them. Mom kept taking them from me when she noticed I had them and was
trying to eat them. But she messed up by putting them someplace I could get at
them. So, when she woke up from her nap, they had “disappeared.” She’s still
looking for them. He, He, He!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;I’m a growing cat. I’m
over a year old, and I need constant stimulation. Mom, if you snooze, you’ll
lose. Don’t leave anything out that I can take and hide!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Yesterday my mom took all
of my toys and put them in a green basket on the floor in the foyer. Well, I
don’t know what made her do that. It didn’t make me happy at all. So while she
was asleep, I took out all of my toys and put them all around the house where
they were before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;When she woke up today and
saw my toys all around the house again, she shook her head. A little while
later, she put all my toys back in the green basket. I just watched her do it.
When she went to the store, I put my toys back around the house again. She just
doesn’t get it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;This time I left a couple
of my toys in the basket for her sake. The ones I don’t really like. I think I
was very nice to do that. Maybe she was doing spring cleaning. Or maybe it was
because she tripped over one of my toys the other day. Anyway, I like my toys
all around the house, so I can play in whatever room I see one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;So far, she has left my
toys alone. I’m interested in seeing what she will do next.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Today was a nice day, and my
mom Carolyn let me go on the back porch. She does it every day she makes coffee
and sits at the kitchen table. I love watching the big fat squirrels run up and
down the really tall tree in back of our house. I also like seeing the birds
fly around, especially since the weather has become warm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She doesn’t’ like to open
the door when it’s cold outside. But sometimes I cry so loud she lets me go.
When it’s raining, I sit in the threshold of the door and look outside. I have
to keep watch because mom will leave the kitchen after she has her coffee and
toast. I have to see where she went, which is usually the bedroom. I have to
make sure she doesn’t leave the house while I am outside. But I don’t really
worry because she always closes the doors before she leaves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;One day mom was on the
porch with me. She brought out a kitchen chair and smelled the air, which she
shouldn’t because she has hay fever. We looked out into our back yard, and
listened to neighbors on their back porches.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Soon I heard her move the
chair and leave the porch. Why? She saw I was downstairs on the first floor
hallway being nosy. She called my name and I ran back upstairs. She closed both
doors and left the kitchen. Since then she doesn’t always bring out the chair
to sit down. I try to be a good cat and stay with her when she’s on the porch
now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;If you want automatic emails whenever I post, you
can press the ‘follow me’ button next to my blogs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;This morning I made a big
fuss so my mom Carolyn would get up. I ran up and down on her sleeping body.
Finally I put my paw in her face and meowed so loud she jumped up and acted
like a burglar was in the house. She needed to get up. This wasn’t the only
time I have had to force her to wake up. I want her to wake up whenever I think
she should get up, every day, upon request.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Mind you, she makes sure I
have plenty of food, a clean litter box, and enough food to get me through the
day. I have no physical needs other than the medicine she gives me for my
inflamed gums. What I really want is for her to play with me, or open the back door
so I can go outside on the porch. Usually once she wakes up, I will lay calmly
down next to her. I like being in her company.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Mom keeps saying I act like
a toddler. So what? I don’t want to be the only one awake in the house, so I
wake her up. I don’t have anyone else to play with, so I will bring her a toy
so she can play toss with me. It’s a perfect life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;I feel like I just ate a
sponge. My mom Carolyn has been putting my medicine in my wet food to deal with
my infected gums. I have to say my food tastes better, and I have been feeling
better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;There is one problem, the
side effects. The prednisone makes me really hungry and thirsty. It makes me
puff out like a giant blow fish. So now I’m walking around the house with my
stomach almost touching the ground. I don’t walk so much as waddle around the
house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;I heard mom Carolyn say
that I only have a few more days left to take the medicine. Then I intend to go
on a diet!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3790465236451295135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-medicine-2012-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/3790465236451295135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/3790465236451295135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-medicine-2012-9.html' title='My Medicine 2012 #9'/><author><name>Carolyn Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395062035937290153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiC_SGGCj6rOa1Ar4S96i8vpRka1oHPPtRHztwy8wEHafBAJowdXS5y3TLvgfiJWgHU1hG73_8WLAqhJ0Ku6lQB5mDvQrAtqgdv3vJhD7i9F6P_2InfEwL0DDzYKawi0/s220/Aunt_carolyn_Publicity+Picture.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621944095798565819.post-6025039094211246259</id><published>2012-04-04T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T09:07:20.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Eat Grass! 2012 #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;My Mom Carolyn put some grass seeds in a white bowl a few days ago. She put it on a shelf too high in our bedroom for me to jump on. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Every few days she watered the bowl. At night I tried to see if I could jump on the shelf to get to the bowl. I could smell something good up there. Whenever my owner caught me stretching myself on the bookcase, I would jump down and run under the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She kept watering the plant until yesterday. She brought it down on the floor. It was grass! I love grass! I jumped at the chance to eat it. It’s delicious! It’s a mix of barley, wheat and some grass. It smelled good and I ate some of it. But she took it when I walked away for a few minutes. She said something about it needed to grow some more. I yelled at her until she put it back on the floor. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;I think my owner and I get along together. Still, I heard her talking about me the other day. She told her family that her vocabulary was being drained because all she had to talk to was a cat. She felt she was losing her ability to talk like an adult. She said she was going to go out more and be around other adults. She can try, but I think I am the best friend for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;If Carolyn needs to be stimulated, I can do that. For example, I like it when I make her frustrated. Every night I like to jump on the furniture in the bedroom and push things off it. When she sees me on the bed getting ready to jump, I ignore her when she tells me to stop. I always manage to push at least one thing before she tries to grab me. It’s fun to see her get up to chase me after I jump off the dresser and run away. I’m too fast for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;We do this dance almost every night when I am bored. I get excited, and she gets to exercise a little. We are the perfect pair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Hi! I’m Tuxedo, and I
decided to share with you today. After all, these are&lt;b&gt; my&lt;/b&gt; adventures, right? I will tell you about my wonderful life as
my owner’s pet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;My owner Carolyn has
bought me a lot of toys which I enjoy every day. She likes to hide some of them
so I can play with a few at a time. What she doesn’t know is that I mark each
of my toys with my head so I can find them again. All I have to do is sniff them
out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She put my small boy doll
in a basket the other day. I was on the bed, so I sniffed it out and started to
play with it. When Carolyn saw it, her mouth flew open in surprise. Now I get
to play with it whenever I want.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;I also get to play with my
owner whenever I want. It doesn’t matter what she is doing; when I want to
play, I just take my toy and drop it right in front of her. She looks at it,
then at me. I give her my cute playful look, and she can’t resist me. She takes
my toy and moves it around while I look at it. Sometimes I’ll jump on it and
pick it up with my sharp paws. I really like it when she throws my toy for me
to fetch. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Tuxedo’s Behaviors –
Part 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;My cat is so cute with her
personality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Tuxedo likes to lie or sleep on paper.
     However, she hates to have anything on top of her. No blankets or
     comforters or anything on top of her – it will make her run away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Tuxedo doesn’t scratch on a door if she gets
     locked out the house – she will cry loudly. She’ll also cry when she hears
     me coming in the house&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Doesn’t like me to talk on the phone when she
     is with me. She’ll get close to the phone and meow real loud so the person
     on the phone can hear her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She loves wet food, but can only have 2
     teaspoons at a time, or else she’ll throw it up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Tuxedo sits on the kitchen table to watch me
     fix or eat food or drink coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She has to mark everything I touch. This
     requires patience. It doesn’t matter how large or small the object. If I’m
     in a hurry to do something, she will fight to mark whatever I have before
     I can use it. I find it easier to just let her have her way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She loves to play with me and her toy mice.
     She’ll walk over with it in her mouth, and then sit it down in front of
     me. That’s my cue that she wants to play&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She’s not afraid of a dust buster. I though
     all cats were afraid of loud noises.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She likes to sleep in closets. I have to make
     sure she’s not inside when I close the door&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She doesn’t like to be picked up. She will
     fight you. But once you hold her like a baby, she will purr if you walk
     her from room to room. She likes to be up high&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Look out for your bookcases. She will knock
     the books off the shelves trying to sleep inside between the books. Sleeps
     on the bed, but interestingly enough, not on furniture&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0in;&quot; type=&quot;square&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She &lt;b&gt;loves&lt;/b&gt;
     to be brushed!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;My cat doesn’t trust me anymore. She used to come into my
bedroom and lay down to sleep in my arms. Now that I have to give her medicine
every 12 hours, I hardly see her any more. She stays in any room where I am not
for hours. When she does show up, she lays down away from me, just far enough
that I can’t catch her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;When she gets the medicine, she doesn’t really fight me.
There was another medicine she hated, but she didn’t shun me because of it. I
think this medicine tastes better to her. Yet, when she sees the bottle, she runs like the wind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I miss her being around me, and I’ll be glad when her
medication time is over. I’m tired of trying to catch her off guard to grab her
and slide medicine down her throat. She’s tired of running from me, never
knowing when I will snatch her up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Poor Tuxedo! Her gums are inflamed, and she needs two weeks
worth of two medicines. I took her to the vet when I saw her gums were red.
Apparently, some cats are prone to gum problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She’s a strong cat! It’s really hard trying to hold her,
open her mouth and squirt medicine down her throat, all at the same time. Every
time I have to do it, I tell her it’s for her own good. Pets, like children,
can’t take care of themselves. After she is medicated, she runs away and
disappears for a while. She’ll come back for sympathy petting when she gets
over being angry with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I hate to see her sick. I first tried to give her pills. But
even though she tried, she couldn’t swallow them. She kept moving her mouth to
chew them, but the pill would fall out. I finally had to get liquid medicine
for her. Gratefully, she seems to prefer the liquid over the pills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Scroll down the page to see pictures of Tuxedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Lately I’ve been thinking about my relationship with Tuxedo.
It’s very close, and recently I took the time to study and reflect on her
behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She follows me everywhere, from room to room. Even into the
bathroom. She waits for me outside the door, like a toddler. When I take a
shower, she will lie on the bathmat on the floor and wait until I come out.
Sometimes she’ll even peep at me behind the shower curtain. She’s not afraid of
water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I don’t know how she knows when I am on the move. We could
be at different sides of the house. If I go into another room, she will soon
come out of another room to lie down on the floor. Sometimes I try to sneak
into a room when I know she’s sleeping in another part of the house. She can
still catch me, and there she’ll be in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Tuxedo gets excited easily. She purrs very softly when I pet
her. I can barely hear her unless I touch her. The faster she wags her tail,
the happier she is. But be careful. She will try to bite and scratch you if she
gets too excited. Freeze your hand, don’t move, and keep telling her to “Stop!”
She will let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;My cat also talks a lot. If you really listen to her, you
will be able to know what she’s saying by the sound of her meows. She’s a
complainer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She likes to smell what you are drinking before you drink it.
If you don’t allow her to take a quick sniff, she will paw you to bring the
drink closer to her. She won’t try to lick the drink. She just wants to know
what it smells like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;When she wants affection, she will come to me and bow her
head. I know this means she wants to take a nap next to me. She snuggles close
into a ball close to me, burying her head on me. I love her to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Well, hate is a strong
word. She certainly is very angry with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She needs to take 4 pills
a day for a possible gum infection. I asked the vet for pills because when I
used an eye dropper, she ‘whipped her head back and forth’, and I got most of
the medicine on me. That was four days ago, and I haven’t been able to get one
pill to stay in her mouth. We have been in a tug of war, and she is winning
every battle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Here is what I do. I pick
her up and speak gently to her. I explain what I have to do and why. She looks
at me with her big brown eyes and starts to purr. When I see she’s calm, I try
to open her mouth. I get the pills in, but she jerks away from me before I can
rub her throat so the pills can go down. Then, like a ninja, she jumps off the
bed and spits out the pills on the floor as she flies out of the room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Now that she is on to me,
she’s avoiding me like the plague. If I even look like I want her, she scurries
out of the room. She won’t let me pet her, nor will she take a nap with me
anymore. Heck, she won’t even come into the bedroom to sleep at night! I am so
frustrated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Any suggestions to help me out, cat lovers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Since her spay operation Tuxedo has been very active. Still,
I have to laugh when she walks around with a waddle. She has a walk like a
full-figured Marilyn Monroe, with a wiggle from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She likes to walk around the back hallway, sniffing around.
I think she finds the different smells interesting. She doesn’t even try to go
outside the back porch lately. I wonder if something happened on the porch that
makes her nervous about going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I’m watching “My Cat from Hell”, about vicious cats. I can’t
believe how aggressive these cats behave toward humans. Biting, growling and
scratching people all the time, ambushing people, and being mean. I feel so
sorry watching these cats. They look miserable, even when they have a kind,
loving owner. They look like they are afraid of the world and of being hurt.
The cat in this show only had one owner from 6 weeks old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I learned that an unsprayed cat is an unhappy cat. There are
too many hormonal issues for the cat. I was happy that after this particular
cat was spayed, a whole lot of her viciousness started to disappear. The cat
was also exercised on a lease so she could deal with her excess energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Tuxedo bites and claws when she’s over-stimulated. She wants
me to stop, and I do so, then we play again. If she gets too excited again,
then play time is over until she calms down. That works for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;This is a situation in which I need help. Tuxedo has always been a normal, happy cat. But lately, she has been acting a little wild. She is doing things she has never done before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She is jumping on my bedroom furniture several times a day and night and pushing things off to the floor. Whatever she can jump on, she does, and paws through whatever she can move, and shoves it to the floor. She pays no attention to my commands for her to not jump on the chest of drawers. I have to approach her and raise my voice before she will get down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;She also walks around the house crying a little. I wonder if she is bored, or needs some stimulation besides toy mice, dolls, and a scratch pole. She constantly goes from one window to the next from room to room to look outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I have no idea where this is coming from or what I can do about it. Any suggestions or insights you can provide would be greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3358938159916690831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuxedo-is-restless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/3358938159916690831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/3358938159916690831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuxedo-is-restless.html' title='Tuxedo is Restless'/><author><name>Carolyn Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395062035937290153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiC_SGGCj6rOa1Ar4S96i8vpRka1oHPPtRHztwy8wEHafBAJowdXS5y3TLvgfiJWgHU1hG73_8WLAqhJ0Ku6lQB5mDvQrAtqgdv3vJhD7i9F6P_2InfEwL0DDzYKawi0/s220/Aunt_carolyn_Publicity+Picture.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621944095798565819.post-23662479869195143</id><published>2011-12-27T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:02:26.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuxedo&#39;s First Bed - Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;My sister bought a small dog bed for Christmas that was too small for her dog. She gave it to me for Tuxedo. I wasn’t too sure if she would use a small bed because I had never bought her one. I wasn’t sure she would sleep in a small area. I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I put it on the bed near me. She sniffed it out for a while, then sat in it for awhile cleaning herself, then lay down. Soon she was sleeping in it. She loves it! She’s in it all the time now. I am happy for her comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/feeds/23662479869195143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuxedos-first-bed-christmas-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/23662479869195143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/23662479869195143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuxedos-first-bed-christmas-2011.html' title='Tuxedo&#39;s First Bed - Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Carolyn Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395062035937290153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiC_SGGCj6rOa1Ar4S96i8vpRka1oHPPtRHztwy8wEHafBAJowdXS5y3TLvgfiJWgHU1hG73_8WLAqhJ0Ku6lQB5mDvQrAtqgdv3vJhD7i9F6P_2InfEwL0DDzYKawi0/s220/Aunt_carolyn_Publicity+Picture.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621944095798565819.post-3509947998508155653</id><published>2011-12-18T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:54:52.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuxedo&#39;s Spay Weight #47</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Since her operation Tuxedo has put on “spay weight.” That’s the slowing down of her metabolism after her spay operation. I see it. I feed her the same amount of food as before, yet she has spread out. She runs around probably more than before, but her shape is changing. She’s starting to have the same fullness as Angel, especially her head. I guess it’s the same kind of change as a woman who goes through menopause. I will have to feed her less so she doesn’t turn into a butterball cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;She’s very active. Still, I have to laugh when she walks around with a waddle. It’s from the small stomach pouch she carries around her waist. She has a walk like a full-figured Marilyn Monroe, with a wiggle from behind. As long as I can still feel her ribs when I rub her, I guess it’s okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3509947998508155653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuxedos-spay-weight-47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/3509947998508155653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621944095798565819/posts/default/3509947998508155653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresoftuxedothecat.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuxedos-spay-weight-47.html' title='Tuxedo&#39;s Spay Weight #47'/><author><name>Carolyn Gibson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395062035937290153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiC_SGGCj6rOa1Ar4S96i8vpRka1oHPPtRHztwy8wEHafBAJowdXS5y3TLvgfiJWgHU1hG73_8WLAqhJ0Ku6lQB5mDvQrAtqgdv3vJhD7i9F6P_2InfEwL0DDzYKawi0/s220/Aunt_carolyn_Publicity+Picture.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>