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I am continuing the blog of Diamond, cat sage and haiku poet.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

morning in the bucket

I have had a thorough massage and am ready for the day. Lynettea muttered something about the Vet tomorrow. It would be good if I could get out of this bucket. She said she is suffering more than me. She hates to see me in this.   But she is worried I will start licking again.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Sunday sleep in bucket

Sunday rolls around again. I have had a thorough wash with a hypoallergenic kitty wipe, which I enjoyed, and my furs brushed. According to Lynettea I need to have my furs washed twice a day, because I cannot do self grooming. I don't complain. I would like to nestle and get washed and brushed and massaged even longer.
But I can still groom my toesies and I also help Lynettea groom the bucket.
I ate my jelly food early this morning and will now have a sleep in.






Saturday, August 19, 2017

Psychology

I don't think she realizes the psychological impact this bucket is having on me.
I sometimes feel apathetic and just lie there wondering when this will all end. Does she plan on keeping me in this device forever. My furs would go grey with worry, if they were not grey already.
I am not eating as much as I did before.




Thursday, August 17, 2017

at the vet

Fortunately the waiting room is empty. I have a rain shelter on.
A pack of dogs arrived just after I wrote that. The vet nurse carried me in to the vet's room 2 to wait. It sounded as if the dogs were annoyed at one another. Bark! Bark! Bark!
Then the vet came in and examined me. I had good marks for furs growth, but failed at getting the bucket removed.
After that we went home.
I took Lynettea out for a short walkies to destress, although she seemed relieved to be home. We took Uber both ways and the drivers were helpful loading my cage.. And it didn't rain. My waterproof sheet nearly blew off in the wind, but it didn't, as Lynettea gtabbed it. She tries to be helpful, I think, but sje doesn't take enough notice of what I tell her to do.
Now I have to go back again in a week. Will it never end?
When will my normal lifestyle resume?




Wednesday, August 16, 2017

resting comfortably

I tried to go hunting again last night, but it was rainy. She says I am not allowed to hunt. She said the skink had gone from where she left it, so perhaps it was only stunned. If so, it is still out there for me.
What! I am not allowed to touch it?


Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Life in a Bucket

 I am able to sleep comfortably, now I have worked out different positions, as the bucket flattens when I lie on it. I can eat my soft food and my crispies. I can drink. Sometimes water drips on the surface of my bucket when I drink and Lynettea wipes it off.
I am not doing as much dashing around the house, but I jump onto the tables and benches and the bed and the sink, as usual.
At first I had to feel my way along the walls, but the edge of the plastic scraped against everything. When I came to a piece of furniture, or a door frame, the bucket jammed against it until I managed to edge to the side. Now I am walking further from the walls and do not have this problem.
Today it was raining and I stayed inside.
Yesterday we went for two lots of walkies, because Lynettea says she wants me to have as normal a life as possible. In the middle of the day I took her down the street for a sniff around. Not too far from my house, but further than usual. Then, at twilight, I took her down the path at the side of the house. Lynettea stood staring vaguely around, as usual. I sat very quietly, watching and waiting.
Suddenly, quick as a whip, a fat skink darted out from behind a bin and dashed across the path. I leaped forward and snatched it into my mouth.
What a fuss! Lynettea picked me up and tried to get me to drop it, but I had it inside the bucket. She tried to prize my mouth open. Then I dropped it. Then she tilted me so the skink fell out of the bucket. Even though I was wriggling and twisting, she carried me inside, shut the gate and unbuckled my halter.
Then she went out into the garden again. When she came back inside, she said the skink was dead and she felt sad. She likes lizards. Sometimes I think she likes lizards better than cats. She said she had put it in the garden among the bluebells.
I ate my usual packet cat food for dinner. Fresh reptile might have been better.

How to sleep in a bucket

This might be useful information for other kitties, so Lynettea suggested she take some photos of me to share.




Sunday, August 13, 2017

nice piece of sunshine

Even if your head is in a bucket you can still enjoy a nice piece of sunshine.
I have worked out how to eat my foods and went for walkies on the lead.
I am getting complete all over washes with kitty wipes twice a day.
I have the window open at night so I can see through the grill and insect wires to check what is going on.
A couple of things I haven't worked out yet.
Lynettea says it is too dangerous for me to go on my walkways.  So I have to stay in unless on my lead.



Saturday, August 12, 2017

Princess Aurora passes away

As if I don't have enough problems. I need to let my friends know that my fish friend Princess Aurora suddenly passed away a couple of weeks ago. I think it was more than two weeks. Directly after that I got this furs loss problem.
The fish are missing their Princess and have not decided who is in charge of the pond. I am not even allowed out to visit them now, as I nearly fell off my walkway while wearing the bucket yesterday.
I am allowed out on my lead only.
This is a pity for the fish, as they are in urgent need of supervision.

https://princessaurorapondfish.com/2017/08/05/princess-aurora-goes-to-the-rainbow-bridge-pond/
Princess Aurora passes to Rainbow Bridge Pond

head in a bucket

I need your best wishes, fellow kitties.
I can't seem to get this inconvenient thing off my head. I have to feel my way around the walls. My food is now on flat plates and paper, so I can eat. This bowl was too difficult. I can lie down in an awkward position. What it is all about I don't know.
Just because I licked my furs.

Friday, August 4, 2017

Lurking and hiding

I went into my velvet house very early this morning so Lynettea could not put any of the nasty tasting fluid on me. She is hoping that I don't lick or scratch anything.
It has been very disruptive. My furs look messy and I am not getting any cuddlies. Lynettea does not want to get any of the stuff on her, she says.
I stay up during the night, guarding the house.
The night before last, while SHE slept I caught a cockroach and killed it. Not a word of thanks for defeating the cockroach armies trying to invade from the garden. I am taken for granted and now my furs are covered with muck.
I might just stay in here and not come out.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

nasty wound

I have a nasty wound and had to go to the vet yesterday. My vet said it is a self inflicted trauma. It might be from an insect bite, but I don't have fleas.
Lynettea has to put liquid on it that tastes bad and I am not to scratch or I will get the bucket, she says. On my head. I wonder what that is.
I had a miserable night.