Bugsy's Babble

So...if I lay here by the side door long enough and often enough, maybe The Mommy will let me outside again! I haven't been outside in *WEEKS*. Using the blue laser eyes (thanks for the tip, Milo!) instead of green might help, too...


[10 minutes later...]

*Sigh* Then again, maybe she won't. Guess I'll go nap on the hairy blanket instead...it's rough being me.

Bugsy's Babble

Hi peoples! Boy, am I glad that it's Finally Friday. It's been a long, tough week. Laying around on the new Hairy Blanket...

(do the hover thing!)


And scratching and clawing my way to everything I wanted.


So from the white tips of my front toes and nose to the white tip of my tail...


I'm ready to just kick back, chill out and relax for the weekend.


Oh! And tomorrow morning, I go to the v-e-t to -- hopefully -- get the staples out of my belly from my bladder surgery a couple of weeks ago. Then the other kitties can't call me Frankenbugsy anymore, even if there's a scar after. I've been doing okay, The Mommy said it looks like the belly hole seems to have closed, although I won't let her poke and prod me very much right there to tell for sure (I mean, c'mon, really, that's a little too close to, ahem, certain delicate areas for her to be messing around, if youknowwhatImean). She's caught me peeing on the carpet a few times since the surgery, though, so she doesn't know if it's become habit, or if I'm still having problems. Guess she'll have to Talk To The V-e-t in the morning.

Happy Friday, y'all!

Bye peoples!




PS - If you like the Hairy Blanket and want one, check out Peggy's Place - for a donation to the Cat Blogosphere for needy kitties, Peggy can make one for you from the yarn she has on hand! Isn't that cool?

Bugsy's Babble

Hi peoples. I'm hopin' yous wunnerful peoples and kitties and even the woofies wouldn't mind sending me a few hugs and purrs and grrs for tomorrow (Tuesday), 'cuz I gots to go to the V-E-T and have surgery, and I'm a little skeered. I mentioned in my Bugsy's Babble intro a couple of weeks ago that I have a bladder stone, and the V-E-T is gonna go in and take it out and make me all better (well, for that problem anyway...my eye problem won't get fixed until later in the summer).

I'm sure I'll feel better when it's done and the pain I'm in now will go away and maybe I won't wanna pee on the carpet and the wall no more (The Mommy sure hopes so!). But it'll still probably not be any fun having to do the surgery and maybe hurt for awhile from that and I bet The Mommy will have to give me pills or something for a few days so I don't get an infekshun and I hate pills and medicine so I'll fight her and that'll make us both mad. She knows I don't mean to hurt her with my claws and I know she's just trying to help, but I can't help it, I have to fight it. So it should be a "fun" few days around here for awhile.

The Mommy's a little skeered too, 'cuz the last time she had to take a kitty in for surgery a couple of years ago, that was my Uncle Felix, he didn't do so well 'cuz he'd had several of them in a short time for ear problems and he didn't make it from the last one. So she's a little worried even though she knows this is completely different and there's no reason to think anything bad will happen, but there's no accountin' for bad memories. So if'n maybe you kitties could spare a purr for her, that would be good too.

Probably won't be until late tomorrow before The Mommy can let everyone know how I did. But she'll try to visit everyone else on my behalf, to keep her mind off me if nothing else... Tonight, though, I get extra snuggles!!

Bye peoples.

Purrs and hugs,

Bugsy's Babble

Hi peoples! Well, I'm the only kitty who hasn't blogged yet -- as far as I can tell we saved the best for last! I'm Bugsy, and I'm a littermate brother to Callie and Sassy so that makes me also 5.5 years old (well, a little more than that, we'll be 6 in less than 4 months). I'm gray with white on my face, chest, belly and paws, and The Mommy says my coloring reminded her of Bugs Bunny so that's where my name comes from.

You already know the story of how we came to be inside kitties from Callie's story so I won't go over it all again. We're just happy to be inside spoiled kitties, although I really like to go outside and explore when The Mommy lets us. But first, here's a kitten picture of me from when I was just a few weeks old. We only have a couple and it's not as good as Sassy's, but here ya go:



Look at that filthy kitty bed I was playing around in out in the garage! But I still was a cute little kitteh. Like I said though, I really like to go outside, and don't get to go out nearly as much as I'd like. The Mommy has to keep a close eye on me when she does let us out, I'm the one voted Most Likely To Wander Too Far Away, and Most Likely To Ruin It For Everyone Else by going too far and annoying her enough with the required cat-herding that she just finally makes us all go inside. But here I'm being a Good Boy last Saturday evening and laying up on the porch, checking things out:



Unfortunately for me, I've been to the V-E-T too many times the past 5 weeks. I went originally to get my shots (I was first), but haven't even gotten those yet cuz we also had to check out what we thought was a bladder infection. Long story short, after having to have this liquid stuff forced down my throat every day for nearly 4 weeks (I hate that almost as much as being forced in the cage thingy and the car rides!), turns out I don't have a bladder infection - I have a bladder stone! Took a few trips to the V-E-T and me not cooperatin' to give a pee sample (can I help it if I was skeered and peed when I wuzn't s'posed to?) and the V-E-T dood finally thinking to do an x-ray to figger this out. Now I gots to have an operashun to have the stone taken out. That'll happen in a couple of weeks.

If that weren't enuff, and you'd think it would be, The Mommy had also noticed this brown pigment showing up in one of my eyeballs. The regular V-E-T dood said it looked not good and I should go to an opta...opfa...optha...eye doc for animals -- I didn't even know they had those! Well, that meant the cage thingy again AND an hour long car ride! It was awful. Not to mention the additional poking and prodding and holding my eye open and the flashy thingy when he took pics of my eyeball. And it turns out I have a toomer in my eyeball, a kind that's almost always a Bad Thing, and I guess the best way to make sure it doesn't turn into a Worse Thing by spreading cancer into other parts of me is to take it out...the eyeball, that is. So I guess later in the summer after we get the bladder stone thing taken care of, I'm gonna be losing my right eye. I've heard tell that kitties can do really okay with only one eye, and even with no sight, so I'm trying to be really brave about it, but I'm still pretty skeered. I know The Mommy is too. She sure doesn't like having to do this, but she doesn't want me to risk getting sick with cancer in other places, either, since I'm still such a young mancat.

Well, I didn't mean to be such a downer kitty today, so let's end things on a high note by telling you some of my nicknames. My extra special just-for-me nickname is Dearheart, and I also am called Bugster, Bugs, Bugsy Lou, Bugsy Doodle, Buggy and Bug.

I think I'm done for today. Bye peoples!

Bugsy