Furbabies

Here's the scoop:

Casey is incredibly tuned into me.  Right now, I have all sorts of stuff on the ottoman that we moved where it is for the single purpose of allowing Casey to be near me while I'm still in the comfort and support of my special back chair.  Basically, 90% of the stuff on the ottoman is related to my upcoming bariatric surgery - cookbooks, books written by patients and by doctors as well as a bunch of cookbooks.

It's been a tumultuous time around here.  I had gone through all the prep for my surgery which didn't happen (you can read that tale here).  I spent some time in a puddle on the floor before picking myself up and getting back on the program.  During this time, Casey wound up climbing up onto my leather back chair more than once.  He rests his head on the corner of the ottoman and gazes at me to the point where I feel guilty.  There just isn't anything I can really move right now.  I need all of those things at hand.  Casey just didn't like it!

Poly... oh dear, dear Poly.  We've figured out (for the most part) how to keep her from peeing in the house, but it's hard work.  She'll be 6 years old and it's incredibly frustrating.  She lives in her own little world and will sometimes cuddle up with Daddy.  She'll find either of us when a thunderstorm is coming.  There's very little else to comfort her (as I know I've said multiple times, we've tried a number of things, none of which help).

The twins are the twins.  Not much has changed.  Wait, that's not true.  We have had to move their food and pile containers and crates up so that Casey can't reach it.  Several attempts to stop him were a total failure and the poor little kids got cheated out of a lot of food.  Bert is losing weight and we can't really figure out why.  We don't think it has anything to do with the food displacement because he knows exactly where it is and how to get to it.  I've seen him.  Keith has noticed  more urine in the litter box and it's difficult to determine if it's Tori or Bert.  We worry that it's Bert and wonder if it's not a UTI, although unlike my Mom's kitty who had one, we are not finding pee all over the house (thankfully).  The jury is still out on that one.  We dread taking him to the vet -- again.  He was just there in March  (or April) and had to have a tooth pulled.  Torturing him to "help" him in the carrier and the driving the 5-ish minutes to the vet and drop him gently onto the exam table.  At the same time, we don't want anything to happen to him.

Neither of the kitties are fond of Casey sleeping upstairs, although I've woken up in the middle of the night to find Bert on the wedge at the top of my pillow.  They manage.  They love their cat tree and spend a lot of time in there.  Frankly, I think Casey is more afraid of them, with their hissing and swatting (did I mention that they won't let us clip their claws.... yeah).  They're figuring it out.

Yesterday I was on the exercise bike and can see the top half of the stairs and the lower half through the mirror on our curio cabinet.  After Keith left for work, Casey wanted to stay downstairs.  It turned out that he changed his mind and broke himself out of the downstairs "prison."  Poly caught wind of this and took it upon  herself to go partway up the steps (I'm still confused how I missed it).  She grabbed poor little lambie (may he RIP) and I found stuffing and the catnip pocket on the rug at the bottom of the stairs.  Lambie's outer shell was at the back door.  We're pretty sure she was going to bury him when she went out.  At least it wasn't Froggie - that would have been pure devastation for Tori.

Not much else to update right now....