Alright, I admit it.I am clearly the more introverted feline in this two-cat family. Often the loner – the diametric opposite of my sister Vivian –
you will usually find me shying away from the spotlight. Yes, I am a lap cat, and an affectionate one at that… …but Vivian is the more “in your face” sister, and the more photogenic one,
so naturally she gets the lion’s share of attention. I’m the quiet and cautious girl who moves with stealth,
who wonders why Vivian is so annoyingly vocal.
And even though I might seem timid,
I’m actually more “alpha” than Viv. I guess that’s why Jennifer says I’m the glue that holds us all together.
Do you live in a multi-cat or multi-pet household?
Do you sometimes feel overshadowed by your sibling?
Vivian K. Perry here, back for another guest blog on Jennifer’s Journal. I have new photos to share today!
We had snowy, blowy weather last night, which gave us pretty windows to look through when we woke up. As much as Maisie and I don’t like it when it gets too cold, sometimes snow can add an aesthetic appeal to our long winters.
The first pic shows some of Jennifer’s other cats.
Now on to us real kitties…
At first, I thought I would like it outdoors today. I quickly changed my mind. Maisie seems oblivious to my discomfort. (Please disregard the high-tech reading lamp) I am quickly let back inside, and then… …the shoe is on the other paw! Ha! Snow on her nose 🙂
Thanks for taking a look through the window on our world.
See you next time!
How is your winter going?
Do you have snow where you live?
Vivian K. Perry here with my sister Maisie, to tell you my face is ALL BETTER!!!
Just in time for the holidays.
Jennifer also asked me to tell you there’s only one day left to enter her $25 Amazon gift card draw. Click on the card to subscribe to her email list for a chance to win. Subscribers will receive an email tomorrow announcing the winner. Good luck!
Stay safe, and we’ll see you all again in the New Year!
There is already a meme going around similar to this next one, but when I saw crows on Perry’s Point the other day, I couldn’t resist making my own.
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In the continuing saga of Vivian K. Perry:
You will be pretty again, Viv ❤
Tomorrow will be our fourth trip to the vet to get more meds for Vivian’s allergic dermatitis. The side of her face has still not healed, so they are prescribing a higher dose of this second prescribed medication. At least she doesn’t have to go along this time, and we are super thankful for that.
Speaking of being thankful,
Happy Thanksgiving to all my American followers and blogger friends!
Vivian K. Perry here, back for a new guest post on Jennifer’s Journal. Can you believe this is my eleventh time blogging here on WordPress? I’m becoming an old pro!
Let’s get down to business: I went to see my veterinarian in Gander yesterday. And because I did, my weekend is going to be one of recovery instead of more itching and scratching of my pretty face.
sticker on our fridge
You see, I have this recurring condition, an allergy of sorts, or so I’m told. The problem is that no one can determine what triggers it! The first time this happened to me was when we were still living in the city, and I was barely out of kittenhood. I had a little spot on my cheek that simply would not heal.
This is me yesterday morning. I had no idea at this point where I would be going that afternoon. Notice my not-so-pretty face. 😦
As it happened, Jennifer and Paul went on a trip to Jamaica that spring, and when they came back, they were horrified to see that the little spot had festered and had gotten much worse. Off to the vet we went, and I came back with steroids, antibiotics and that ghastly ‘cone of shame’ around my neck. Let me tell you: I HATED that #@%*#!ing cone!
But I healed, and ever since, my staff made sure I never got to that point again.
A year or so ago, Jennifer read on the internet that the cat treats, Temptations, were causing itchy skin allergies in some other members of my species, so of course I never got to eat another one after that. For a long while, it seemed the mystery had been solved.
Then my condition returned, so we are back to square one as to the cause. If anyone out there has any experience with this or knows what I might be allergic to, would you help a kitty out and please leave a comment below?
Jennifer put together this little gallery from my visit. I hope you enjoy it more than I did.
“I hate this #%&*# cage and this #%&*#car!”Jennifer stayed in the back seat with me, so I stopped crying. An hour and a half is a long drive for a kitty.I was a really good girl!When we finally got to the vet’s, we had to wait for a while.
Too many doggies for my liking. I was outnumbered!
Paul faced me away from those doggies, but I knew they were there. Doggie smells don’t lie.At last, it was my turn.In spite of my allergy, the vet said I was very healthy for my age. I was also very well-behaved. 🙂Prednisone and yummy treats. Yay!
After my check-up, I went home with my new meds. I hardly made a peep the whole way, probably because I was worn out from all the excitement.
I thought Maisie would’ve been lonely during our absence; she is rarely left by herself.
But she seemed un-purr-turbed.
Last week, a friend of ours had to say goodbye to her 20-year-old orange tabby, Theo.
Understandably (to us, anyway), she is having a rough time over it.
Mr. Theo June 1996 – 8 September 2016 Ever remembered, ever loved.
Just a cat, you may be thinking? Well, the truth is, to anyone who loves a cat the way they deserve to be loved, her grief is real and profound. Not only is a cat like a beloved child, but it is also a companion when you are lonely, a source of comfort when you are suffering or simply having an off day, and a wellspring of joy to anyone who appreciates animals for their natural beauty and abilities.
Our own cats, Maisie and Vivian, recently turned nine, so I guess you could say they now have about half their natural lives behind them.
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
—Jean Cocteau