Say left a comment, saying: I don’t know why. But Fred looks superimposed there on that picture. And it is starting to freak me out a bit. Like, if I stare at it.
I actually thought that very same thing. He looks like he’s photoshopped into the picture for some reason. He’s not, but he looks like it!
(Also, Say referred to me in an email as a “skinny wormy yellow thyroid-enlarged arthritic creature”, and I laughed so loud that the cats all ran for cover. I love Say!)
More comments:
What is the treatment for hep A and arthritis anyways?
I don’t think there is a treatment for Hepatitis A (I don’t think they gave Fred anything for it when he had it), it’s just a matter of hanging on ’til the symptoms are gone. I’m not having any problems with vomiting, diarrhea, or nausea – which are big problems with hepatitis, according to the stuff I’ve found online – so maybe I’m having a mild case of it! As far as arthritis, my doctor wanted to give me Celebrex, but I don’t know if that’s going to work out for me. I still need to call my surgeon’s office and check to see whether he says I can take it or not.
Are you happier now that you’ve gained control over your weight, and you’re exercising regularly? You sure look happy!
I’d say that I’m more the same level of happy as I was before, I’m just more willing to have my picture taken, more often!
Everytime I even think of getting a pedicure, my feet start jumping and I get the heebie-jeebies cuz I’m SO ticklish. Does anyone else have that problem?
When I was having my pedicure, I thought I was going to have a problem with being ticklish, but except for one little incident (when he was running the… thing that takes dead skin off your feet, I can’t remember what it’s called… over the bottom of my foot, and my foot started jumping involuntarily) it was a lot less ticklish than I expected.
I have been meaning to ask, how are Miz Poo’s lips?
Not great, actually. She had the steroid shot before I left for Maine, and her lip never got to the point where it was unswollen. I need to take her back to the vet and see if there’s anything else we can do. I also need to take Sugarbutt back to the vet, because I caught him scooting his ass along the rug yesterday and want to make sure it’s not a worm or anal sac issue.
I always get to have all the fun, don’t I?
what’s the blue stuff on the other side of the fence? also, what if Tommy gets so big he can tip over the birdbath when he jumps on it? Because that would be bad.
That’s in regards to this picture:
The people who live next to us have a trampoline, and the blue things sticking up are the things around the outside of the trampoline that hold the mesh up around the sides of the trampoline so the kids won’t fall off. What you don’t see in the neighbors’ back yard: they now have a deck so that when I was walking around in MY back yard in my nightgown a couple of weeks ago, I looked over to see the woman’s mother (I think) sitting on the deck drinking her coffee and staring at me. I CANNOT WAIT TO MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE.
I don’t think Tommy will get so big he tips over the birdbath, because the birdbath is pretty sturdy – it’s concrete – and I actually don’t remember Tommy jumping up on it anyway. In fact, I think I’ve only ever seen Mister Boogers and Sugarbutt up there, and they’re both smaller than Tommy, and will likely stay that way.
If Tommy DOES decide to start jumping up there (note to self: clean out the damn birdbath today; it’s looking nasty) and it starts tipping over, hopefully he’ll be able to jump clear of the birdbath rather than being crippled by it. Because I don’t want to have to buy one of those special carts so he can drag his hind end around.
This guy is the father to a lot of the baby goats at Tigers for Tomorrow. He needs a visit from the vet, we were told, so there’ll be no more baby goats. He’s also a pushy bastard who kept fighting off the other goats so he could eat all the feed we were offering.
Another goat; this one a little nervous about approaching, since Daddy Goat was such a pig about taking all the feed for himself.
The wolves. He was bitching at her, saying “Go get me some pie, woman!”, and she was all “Yes, dear”, while she secretly plotted to take over.
Benny. He’s the special baby of Sue (the woman who runs TFT with her husband, Wilbur).
Bella, another wolf. I think she was raised in a dorm room and is very friendly.
SO gorgeous.
“You can’t see me!”
Rubbing his face on the fence. Just like a house cat!
It was pretty hot while we were there; in the high 90s.
Invisible tiger, stalking.
Mr. Lion eyes our guide hungrily.
“I bet she’d be good with a little Tabasco…”
I love this picture.
You can’t really tell from this picture, but these two cougars are in the same cage.
This girl purred and chirruped for us. It was severely cute.
Coatamundi. Not as cute and cuddly as they look, I’m told.
This is either Cowboy, Indian, or Tinkerbelle, I don’t know which. They’re all year-old tiger cubs, and they are VERY rambunctious.
I don’t know what was going on here, but it’s a funny picture!
“Hey, what’s going on? Are we gonna PLAY? Gonna spray water at us, huh?”
Luna is my absolute favorite tiger. She’s in a temporary enclosure at the moment ’til a bigger one can be built.
Luna rubs her head on the fence.
Pretty Luna.
Mojo the grouchy spotted leopard. Our guide knelt down with her back to Mojo (acting like bait), and it was amazing how fast Mojo moved.
Cleaning herself JUST LIKE A HOUSECAT.
Good ol’ boy.
We only got one tiger cub this time around, Calamity. She’s got loads of personality to spare, our Calamity!
“Mmmm, Cookie Monster!”
The spud feeds Calamity. Have you ever seen a happier cat?
:slurp:slurp:slurp:
A little taste of human.
Not sure whose ass to kick first – Cookie Monster’s, or that damn leash.
Kicking ass and getting a back massage. Heaven!
Calamity in profile.
Fred didn’t need that thumb anyway.
Ready to pounce.
Note that not a one of us is looking at the camera.
As I told Fred when we were on our way home Tuesday night, we’re going to have to visit Tigers for Tomorrow regularly, so we can see how our babies are doing!