Wordless Wednesday- Jamie and Tyrion Lannister (the Kitty Edition)

Jamie Lannister the Fluffy Kingslayer

Tyrion the Imp

Lazy Mommy

I'd like to say that there is a reason I haven't blogged in over 2 weeks, but I've just been super lazy.  Instead of blogging in my free time, I've been reading.  Oh, and watching the first season of Game of Thrones on DVD.

I don't get HBO, and I love the series, so I knew I had to see the show.  Thankfully, I read a lot and therefore, I'm friends with one of the librarians at my library.  I see her once or twice a week.  She knew I wanted the DVDs badly.  Our library doesn't let people put their DVDs on hold at all, so I was number 100-something to get it from another library.  Except my librarian friend was working when they got the DVDs in so she put it aside for me.  I was the first person to watch them.  The show was awesome.  I'm now DVR-ing the new season at my mom's house.  And I realized it's pretty cool to be friends with the librarian.  I kind of want to get a part time job there.

In my last post, I wrote about my cat being attacked and falling out of a tree.  He's doing better now, but he's definitely different.  I guess he did get some brain damage from the fall.  He cries a lot like my other brain-damaged kitty (who happens to be the sweetest cat in the world but dumber than a rock).  And he sounds like a newborn kitten when he cries.  I keep thinking something happened to one of the kittens, but it always turns out to be Little Fart wanting my attention.  I'm just thankful he's alive and doing well.

The kittens are finally 6 weeks old and one already has a new home with my high school best friend and her aunt.  Her boyfriend is taking another 2 kittens later this week, and hopefully the girl who used to cut gym class with me in high school will take another.

We're keeping 2 of them.  One is really fluffy and I named him Jamie Lannister the Fluffy Kingslayer.  Yeah, I'm obsessed with A Song of Fire and Ice (the series A Game of Thrones is based on).  The other kitten is a dilute tortie and her face is 2 different colors.  I thought about naming her Patchface (another GoT character), but decided to name her Tyiron the Imp instead.  He is one of my favorite characters and I thought it kind of fit with Patchface since they are both dwarves in the book.

I'm going to attempt to get back into the blogging groove.  I miss it, so hopefully you will be hearing from me more often.

A Sick Baby and a Cat Attack

It's been another hectic week here.  Goober started throwing up on Monday and he's been sick all week.  I don't understand how he gets sick so much more often than the other kids.  Even as babies and toddlers, T and Princess were rarely sick.  It seems like Goober gets sick at least once a month.  I feel so bad for him.

He finally seems to be on the upswing, though.  He managed to eat crackers and some chicken nuggets today, and now he's asleep.  I hope he doesn't wake up crying every hour or so tonight like he has been.  I'm barely functioning with my sleep so interrupted, and it doesn't help that I have awful insomnia and I'm lucky to get 4 hours of sleep a day.

My cat Little Fart had an accident this week.  The boyfriend told me that he saw him outside and he'd been in a fight but wouldn't let him near him.  When I went to get him, he looked gnarly.  His nose was bloody and torn up, he had bite marks on his face and near his ear, and he was a mess.

I took him to the vet and found out things were worse than I imagined.  They took him to the back to clean him off and examine him because he had an accident and peed all over himself in the carrier.  The vet came in and asked me if I lived in a high rise building.  I was confused, since I live in a 3 story cape cod, and the cat was definitely outside when he got hurt.

It turns out that not only did he get attacked by an animal, but it appeared that he fell out of a tree or off something else high up.  His nose was bleeding because he split his palate and broke some bones in his face.  He also had brain swelling and damage from the fall.  I had to leave him there to get steroids and pain medicine.

The good news is that his x-rays showed all his internal organs are intact.  I got to bring him home with antibiotics and pain meds.  They can't do anything about the palate or the broken bones in his face-they should eventually heal on their own.  He got some stitches in his lip, and I probably have to take him to get a fractured tooth pulled at some point. 

I'm just happy to have him home and doing alright.  I was so scared when I found out he fell so hard.  I never realized he would try and climb a tree to escape from an attacking animal.  It kills me that I will never know what the heck happened.  The vet also told me his back claws were shredded from trying to escape.  He's happy to be home, laying on the couch, and attempting to eat with his cone collar on (so he doesn't pull out his stitches).

Yeah, it was a crazy week.  I made corned beef hash with poached eggs and brownies with irish cream swirls for St. Paddy's day today.  The kids loved helping me make the brownies.  The best part is that they turned out gooey and under baked-I love half raw brownies, but I'll give the kids the more cooked edges.

In the morning we're going up to the house in the Catskills for the first time this season.  I'm excited because I love it up there.  It is my favorite place to be.  There's a huge parade in my town tomorrow and I can't be far enough away from it.

I always hated the parade growing up because my town is mainly Irish Catholics who get crazy drunk all day.  My parent's house was one block away from the parade route, and I hated that no matter what I did, I couldn't escape it.  It was a little better as I got older, and I even went and watched it from my old job (across the street from my parent's house) a few times.

Then I moved.  My landlord and his son throw a party every year on the parade day.  This wouldn't bother me so much if the parents who were there gave a crap about what their kids were doing.  Last year was a disaster.  Kids were opening the gates to my backyard and running around all over it.  I asked them nicely to leave, since my daughter was getting upset with strangers on her turf.  A couple minutes later, they would be back in my yard.

The kids weren't too young to know better either.  They were 8-14 years old.  Their parents were too busy getting drunk to do anything.  It got even worse when the kids started terrorizing my outdoor cats and attempting to come in my house.  I stood in my backyard for the entire afternoon, chasing kids away and getting frustrated.  I don't know what the kids or the parents were thinking.  I would never let my kids run wild and aggravate people like that.

So this year, T, Princess, and I will be gone and I won't have to deal with the urge to smack someone's poorly behaved child (or a poorly behaved drunk adult).  The boyfriend is staying home with Goober (I don't want him to throw up in the car-it's a 2 1/2 hour drive each way), and hopefully, he'll scare the kids from the yard.  I'm sure his BB rifle can help with that.

Wordless Wednesday- Baby Kittens, Anyone?

Feb. 23, a couple hours after they were born

Feb. 29th

Aw, look at that pile of kittens

He's the first with his eyes open

Look how tiny any cute!

Help a Kitty in Need

I haven't gotten as many posts up as I wanted to so far this year, but I thought this was important.

A girl I know is fostering a diabetic kitty named Ghost, and she needs help with the funds to get him to the vet and get him insulin.

Please consider donating even just a few dollars to help him.

Her post about him can be found here.

Thank you all in advance!   I am a sucker for cats and can't donate myself because I'm saving money to get my pregnant cat spayed (and it is really expensive where I live, even the low-cost option).

Wordless Wednesday- Happy Kids and a Crazy Cat on Christmas

Our tree

Princess' Computer

T and his Bat Cave (don't mind his pants-he hates staying dressed)

Goober just ran around in circles all day

Baby Cat (aka Little Fart) trying to attack a Fur Real Friends cat

Not Being Gentle

I don't understand why my kids can't be gentle.  I swear I wasn't like that as a child.  Well, except when I pushed my baby sister off a table when we went to adopt her (she was in an infant seat, and she was fine).  I was gentle with my pets, and my sister.

But not my kids.  I don't know where they get it from.  Maybe it's because I have two boys?  I just don't know.  My older kids, T, and Princess, are so rough and tumble.  I cringe when they play together because I'm sure they're going to hurt one another.  Sometimes they do, but they're usually fine.

My poor Goober gets the worst of it since he's the smallest.  He's old enough to want to play, yet small enough that he can't unless they're gentle with him.  It doesn't happen.  One day, I left the room for a minute, and when I came back, T had Goober in a headlock, and Princess was jumping over their heads.  On the bed.

Then there's the kitten.  I adopted two cats last week, a momma named Cheese, and her 6 week old kitten, who we named Cheddar.  I was wary of getting a kitten, since my kids tend to not be gentle, but I was overcome by his cuteness and couldn't resist.

I'm regretting this decision.  I adore the kitten.  He's playful and Goober thinks he's the funniest thing in the word.  Princess is terrified of him, because when she tried to play with him, he used his claws and she got a little scratch on her face.  But I'm terrified T is going to kill him.  He cannot seem to be gentle.  He's fine with the other cats, who are big.  Not the kitten.

I have to make sure every minute of the day that I know where T is, and where the kitten is, so they are never unsupervised together.  I think T loves the kitten; he always asks me where baby cat is and wants to play with him.  This has resulted in him flinging the kitten end over end across the room, flinging him off the bed onto the floor, and trying to throw him over the railing and down the stairs.  The poor kitten.

No matter how many times I warn T to be gentle and give him time-outs when he doesn't listen, he can't be gentle.  He is rough with everyone, including me.  Princess is pretty much the same, although she can manage to be gentle for a little while when she is reminded.  Maybe it's because she is a girl.  And Goober is too little to know what I mean when I tell him to be gentle.  Surprisingly, he's been the best with the kitten.  They seem to get along.

I hope one day the message will sink in.  If it doesn't, I'm sure my kids will be terrors in school.  T just started preschool, and I will not be surprised when the call comes that he did something rough to someone else's kid.  After all, he only lasted 2 half-days in daycare before they asked me not to bring him back.  I guess that's what parenting is though; trying to instill values in your children and them not listening.  Maybe the message will sink in one day.

Wordless Wednesday-Sleepy Kitten

Wordless Wednesday-Kitties!