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Christy Marx Rambling Writer<p>Tilly is slowly thawing toward me. She’s most friendly first thing in the morning when she wants food, then avoids me during the day, but becomes even more friendly at night. It’s a consistent pattern. She’s back to sleeping on the cat tree, and she chirps at me every five minutes to give her chin scritches and belly rubs, which I happily do. Then she gets terribly silly, as you can see.</p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MoggyHorde" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MoggyHorde</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/TillyCat" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>TillyCat</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/CatsOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CatsOfMastodon</span></a></p>
Christy Marx Rambling Writer<p>Oberon has taken to hanging out with Randy in the back yard when Randy is putting out seeds and peanuts for the birds in the morning. We’ve definitely become his people, or as close to it as he can come to belonging to someone. He loves having our attention.</p><p>Randy has been teaching Obi to play with a small foam rubber ball. Obi was mystified by it at first, so Randy had to demonstrate how to play with it. But Obi picked it up quickly and is starting to have fun with batting it around or rolling around holding it in his paws and disemboweling it.</p><p>After his initial breakfast, he showed up with fresh scratches above his left eye and in his left ear, and Randy notice him limping. We can’t see anything significant. Hopefully, just a pulled muscle or some such thing. Randy spotted yet another orange tabby lurking outside our yard.</p><p>Obi spent most of the afternoon having a warm nap in the sun next to the gnome-eating cat.</p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MoggyHorde" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MoggyHorde</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/CatsOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CatsOfMastodon</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/ObiCat" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ObiCat</span></a></p>
Christy Marx Rambling Writer<p>I tried Tilly on a mousie that I covered with catnip, but she seems to be in that group of cats that aren’t interested in catnip. She loves playing with her strings. Nearly every morning when I first open my office door, I find one her strings lying there. One morning I found both of her strings there. It’s a deliberate action on her part and it’s cute as hell. </p><p>She still tends to panic-run when she’s sleeping on the cat tree and I come in, but she quickly comes back. She loves it when I lean over and give her scritchies and belly rubs. She gets silly and squirmy about the belly rubs though she thoroughly enjoys them.</p><p>I’m trying to pick her up more often to get her accustomed to being picked up and held. The first time lasted about three seconds. Today I was able to hold her for maybe half a minute. This is in preparation for having to take her back to the vet next week for her second set of vaccinations. The vet tech gave me Gabapentin to dose her with ahead of time as I don’t want to end up at the ER again. She’s slowly giving me more trust, but it takes time.</p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MoggyHorde" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MoggyHorde</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/TillyCat" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>TillyCat</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/caturday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>caturday</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/CatsOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CatsOfMastodon</span></a></p>
Christy Marx Rambling Writer<p>Ozzy recovered fine from his weird intestinal bout. He’s eating normally and back to his usual trolling of Kelly. He did have the audacity to pee on the carpet next to Randy’s bookcase…while Randy was standing there. That did not go over well.</p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MoggyHorde" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MoggyHorde</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Ozzy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Ozzy</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/CatsOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CatsOfMastodon</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/caturday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>caturday</span></a></p>
Christy Marx Rambling Writer<p>Because of Ozzy’s nearly constant harassment, Kelly doesn’t like to use the hooded catboxes where he can be trapped by the giant furry troll. Unfortunately, we began to suspect that he was going down to the bottom of the back stairs to pee down there.</p><p>To deal with the problem, I set up a large catbox on the landing near the bottom of the stairs, but left off the hood. This has now become the most popular catbox in the house, much to my delight. That was sarcasm. I love hauling my ass up and down those steep stairs to clean that box. The things we do for our moggies.</p><p>Poor Kelly picked up a cold from Ozzy. Ozzy sneezed for a few days and was done with it. Kelly has been sneezing vociferously for a week. I’m talking major, explosive, loud sneezes. I have a major job ahead once he gets over this cleaning cat snot off numerous windows.<br><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MoggyHorde" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MoggyHorde</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/KellyCat" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>KellyCat</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/caturday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>caturday</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/CatsOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CatsOfMastodon</span></a></p>
Christy Marx Rambling Writer<p>We’ve made wonderful progress with Oberon. He’s come to truly enjoy having his head, ears, and neck scratched, and loves his butt scritchies. He’ll push his butt into our hands when we scratch him there. He rolls around on our feet whenever we go out and purrs non-stop, whether he’s being petted or not. I think he’s a naturally affectionate cat who never had the chance to be domesticated or learn to trust humans. </p><p>That doesn’t mean we can relax. Randy and I were standing in the kitchen the other night comparing our Obi scratches. One of Obi’s nicknames is Mr. Whackadoodle. He continues to strike out at hands that are in the wrong place at the wrong time. He’s worst in the morning when Randy brings him the first food. Randy figures it’s because Obi is hungry and has had to endure a miserably cold night. For that reason, Randy has taken to wearing heavy leather gloves for the first feeding. He lets Obi whack the gloved hand, then leaves it there for Obi to smell. When Obi realizes his whacking isn’t having an effect, he usually gives up.</p><p>This morning, Obi got so excited about the scritchies that Randy was giving him, that he gave Randy a bite on the hand. Luckily, it didn’t get through the glove. We’ve made a note to watch out for excessive enthusiasm on Obi’s part.</p><p>Obi expresses his unhappiness when we have to go inside by attacking our legs and feet. He has strong opinions and uses his claws to express them. He wants us to stay out there with him all the time now.</p><p>It breaks our hearts to see him outside on these bitterly cold nights below freezing. We’ve discussed it and have decided that if it gets too much colder, we’ll put Kelly in my office, put Ozzy and Tuxita in Randy’s office, and try to get Obi to come inside, at which point we’d have to herd him into our utility room and close him in there. He probably wouldn’t like it, but at least he’d be warm overnight. I suspect many things could go wrong with this idea (understatement much?).</p><p>We’ve also had to change how much we’re feeding him. We were feeding him indiscriminately and turned him into a major chonk. The new approach is to measure out the correct amount of dry food in the morning in a container, then dole that out more carefully during the day and into the night. He’s still getting two bowls of soft food a day, so we’re not exactly starving him. </p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MoggyHorde" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MoggyHorde</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/CatsOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CatsOfMastodon</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/ObiCat" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ObiCat</span></a></p>
Christy Marx Rambling Writer<p>Kelly and Ozzy have a moment of détente over bowls of tuna juice.</p><p>Randy, the giver of tuna juice, caught the moment.</p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MoggyHorde" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MoggyHorde</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/CatsOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CatsOfMastodon</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/caturday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>caturday</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/KellyCat" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>KellyCat</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/Ozzy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Ozzy</span></a></p>
Christy Marx Rambling Writer<p>Ozzy and Tuxita had a romp from the back end of the house into the living room. Ozzy is clearly feeling better. He’s been very good about taking his pills, too.</p><p>The downside to Ozzy feeling better is that he’s been a real PITA toward Kelly and is chasing him every time we turn around. Here is Kelly in a relaxed moment hanging out on our new inside door mat.</p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MoggyHorde" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MoggyHorde</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/CatsOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CatsOfMastodon</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/KellyCat" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>KellyCat</span></a></p>
Christy Marx Rambling Writer<p>We tried Obi on a catnip toy. He was mildly interested in it for about half a minute, then ignored it. He seems to fall into the genetic percentage of cats that aren’t tempted by catnip. </p><p>He was more interested in rolling around on our feet and purring. We’ve each taken whatever opportunity we can to give him scritchies on the butt, back, or head. He loves getting the butt scritchies until he realizes that a hand is involved, then he reacts. </p><p>The other night, after rolling around on Randy’s feet, Obi strolled right into the house when Randy came inside. Randy had to quickly herd him back out. I’m sure Oberon would much rather be in our warm house than outside on a cold night. We feel bad having to keep him outside, but we simply have no way to let him be inside. We were lucky that the only other cat around at that moment was Kelly, who had no interest in starting anything with Obi. </p><p>I timed it badly this morning when giving him soft food and trying to give him a gentle stroke on the back. I ended up with two bleeding puncture wounds. We keep hoping to reach a point where he gives up his belief that HANDS ARE EVIL.</p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MoggyHorde" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MoggyHorde</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/CatsOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CatsOfMastodon</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/ObiCat" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ObiCat</span></a></p>

Yesterday, Randy noticed that Ozzy was licking or pulling hair from his belly creating a bare patch. The last time we had a cat that did that was our girl Jetta. She licked her belly entirely bare before we discovered that she suffered from struvite crystals in her bladder. Because of that previous experience, we decided to have him checked.

In a bit of amazing luck, the vet was able to get him in today. Ozzy was most unhappy about being put into the carrier and he complained loudly all the way to the vet’s and while we waited in the lobby.

After ultrasound and a urinalysis, the vet confirmed he does have a bladder infection. I have the great joy of getting antibiotics into him twice a day. That will be fun.

Ozzy weighed in at 22.8 lbs. We have done everything short of starving him and he keeps gaining weight. I had a long discussion about it with the vet. She doesn’t think we’re overfeeding him.

One possibility is that he has a pituitary gland problem that causes excessive growth. She said it can show up in Maine Coons and Ragdolls, and Ozzy has genes from both of those breeds. There’s a test we can do, but it’s expensive. If he does have the condition, there’s no treatment for it, but cats that have it develop diabetes early on. The main reason to do the test would be to have forewarning, so we could watch for diabetes. I discussed it with Randy after I got home, and we decided it would be a good idea.

If he doesn’t have the condition, the vet said with wry humor, then he may simply be a big cat with a round shape.

She wants to recheck Ozzy’s bladder after he’s had the course of antibiotics, so we’ll have her draw blood for the test at the same time. And hope it comes back negative.