Happy Blog Day!

It was one year ago today that we first logged an entry for the Summerhill Kitten Farm.

Photo Friday: A Fitting Tribute

Last week's picture of Billy was a little unfair to him because he really does like to snuggle in the smaller carrier. This week we want to show Billy really does comfortably fit in one of the smaller cat carriers if he doesn't have company.



I think he would like us to go away with that flash camera, so he can finish his nap...

Daily Stench Double Feature

Not one but two litterboxes were missed with solid waste overnight.

The fun never ends around here.

Stepping In

Emily may be clean on the urine misses around the litterboxes, but she's not problem free. Monday, Katherine found Emily had thrown up on the floor by Katherine's side of the bed. She cleaned it up, but then later stepped in the pool of cat cleaner solvent in her fuzzy slippers. Katherine was not happy.

Last night as I was going to bed, I managed a lovely variation on this. I went to push the bed up against the wall, and discovered Emily had thrown up on the floor at the foot of the bed. Unfortunately, I discovered this mess by touch with my bare foot.

Yeech.

We love Emily still, though.

Emily is in fact innocent

Emily is in fact innocent of at least some of the litterbox misses we've had. The latest happened at the downstairs box, while she was in her suite (formerly the master bedroom) behind a closed door. The culprit for this one seems to have been Whitey.

After almost two weeks of

After almost two weeks of regular Tagamet doses, Emily seems more active and hungrier, but is also very skittish around me. Especially in the morning and evening, her usual medication time. So I took yesterday and today off. I'd like to resume regular doses tomorrow and through next week, though. It really does seem to help.

Right now she is curled up on my desk, attempting to kick the keyboard into my lap. I guess that means I'm disturbing her nap.

And now for something completely different

Emily may be reading the blog over our shoulders. As soon as I wrote that she had a schedule, she changed it.

This morning, Emily got pointed the wrong way and missed the litterbox. Katherine saw this live and corrected her. No scolding of course, but Emily may have still been stressed by it. (Katherine wonders if the litterbox was too dirty for Emily to be happy.)

From the stress or whatever reason, Emily threw up in the middle of her breakfast. This is quite unique, because she virtually never has problem when she has freshly eaten. She then bolted from her suite to Tiger Tower ... where she calmly had more breakfast.

Weird.

At least she is in good spirits this morning.