'Tis the Season

OK, so maybe it doesn't quite look that way in this picture (Mom took seventeen, but I only managed to hold still for one) but I really don't mind my Halloween costume.

Except I don't really care for the hat.

What do you think?

Vocabulary - with Spyder

im·pos·si·bil·i·ty - noun \(ˌ)im-ˌpä-sə-ˈbi-lə-tē\

1 the quality or state of being impossible

2 something impossible

Example of IMPOSSIBILITY:

Getting a very silly three-legged kitty to hold still for a picture is an impossibility.

My New Blankie

So I've got a new, big crate now, and a new bed, and new toys - and a new blankie! I can walk pretty good now - enough so that I can even play and chase things a little in my new big crate.

Still in isolation, but Mom says we're going back to see the vet soon, so maybe we can go meet the rest of our new family soon.

I'm walking much better now, and I've discovered the unmitigated joy of tummy rubs. My favorite place is still up on Mom's shoulder, but my bed is a close second.

And now my bed even has a new blankie - see?

Mom wanted me to show you my new mouse with the little fluffy bits on his tail, but I couldn't stop playing with him long enough for her to get the picture.


I love to be pet now, and I'm really liking my new home - so much that I purr a real lot. Mom says I'm really coming out of my shell, which is weird, cuz I don't even have a shell.

Hurricanes and Chin Scratches

First, the weather -

Irene came and went, and other than some leaves and small branches down, and a little water in the basement, you'd never know it.  We were very lucky.  Bast and I were snug in our camper, and weathered the storm safe and sound.

And I'm starting to walk on my own more and more.  Still a little wobbly, but I'm getting there.

My favorite thing to do is to have Mom pick me up, and then I climb way up onto her shoulder and flop down.  Sometimes I am so comfy I fall asleep.  Second favorite thing is still chin scratches.

I'm still a little afraid of everything, but I'm working on it.

- Spyder

Ringworm

Yep, ringworm.

My sister Bast has it. This is Bast at the vet's last week:


That's when Mom found out good news...and bad news. See, Bast got to our new home the same day I did. I had three legs, and Bast had MRSA. Since both of us were pretty sick, we had to be quarantined for a while. Our vet likes to be very careful about these things, so even after my stitches came out, he wanted me isolated for the time being. Well, Bastie had to be isolated on account of the MRSA, which I guess is a pretty nasty little bacteria that can make you really sick. Mom took Bast to the vet last week to make sure it was all fixed.

And it was! That's the good news. But the bad news...Bastie has ringworm. Which I guess isn't really a worm at all - it's a fungus. Wonder why they don't call it ringfungus. I just call it annoying, cuz it means both Bastie and me need to stay in isolation til it's gone. Sigh.

On the upside, Mom is teaching me how to play and I played with a little toy mouse all by myself today. And I really like playing with the FADTOAS. I'm getting lots better at catching and shaking things, and I walk a short distance all the time now. It's a little bit of work, and sometimes I lose my balance a little, but it's getting easier.

Picture Time!

OK, so when you're trying to take a picture of your kitten, and your husband's got one of those nifty Things-On-A-Stick (TOAS) to get him to look alert, this is how things go:

Dang.
Dang. Again.
Aw, come on - he was looking right at the camera when I snapped this!
Better...
Ok, this one's cute. But why does he hang out in the litterbox?
Target acquired...lasers charging...
"Wait a minute...is that the camera? You have the camera out again, don't you?"
Lasers fully charged and locked on sister kitty.
Target reacquired...Must...swat...TOAS...

What I Learned Today

Today was a good day. I am walking more and Mom gets really excited every time. Sometimes I move so fast she has to scramble to catch me while she's trying to clean my ears (still kinda yucky) and give me my meds. I think it's pretty funny.

Mom says I am getting a little pudgy and need to move around some more. I don't really know what pudgy means, only that it means I'm getting a little less canned food, which is a bummer.

And today I learned to play! Mom has bought me lots of toys, including this little snuggle/cuddle thing I really like because it kinda looks like a cat and is nice to lie down next to. I'm spending a lot less time sleeping in the litterbox since she got it:

Anyway, tonight we went through the whole clean-the-ears-and-take-the-yucky-meds" thing, and then she gave me chin scratches. And THEN she took out this super cool toy - Feathers-And-Dangly-Things-On-A-Stick (FADTOAS). I've been really shy and too scared to play up until now, but I saw the FADTOAS and I Just.Couldn't.Help.Myself.

I swatted it, and I grabbed it and shook it, and I stomped on it! It was really fun, and Mom seemed very happy that I finally learned that it was OK to play in my new home.

And I got some canned food. Yay!