As 2012 is winding down, I was wondering what kind of year it was for the pets.
Mojo
Mojo was diagnosed with arthritis a year ago. He's been on a
diet ever since. The vet said he needed to lose weight, that would help with
his joint problems. We stopped feeding him treats period. No Beggin Strips or
T-Bonz or anything else. He gets carrots for treats. Or ice. And sandwich meat
in his food. He won't eat it plain. In September he went to the vet, and he
hadn't lost a single pound. So he's been on diet food since then and looks like
he's lost some weight. (Poor buddy, I'm sure it tastes horrible). There were no
dog park visits for Mojo—since it's too hard on his joints. (He can't even have
extra walks. It's too hard on his joints. We tried). I took him to the park a
few times but he was always stiff and sore afterwards. He had maybe two
playdates, and it was hard on his joints. I hate seeing him limp afterwards. He
misses his friends.
But Mojo is a VERY HAPPY dog, one of the happiest I've seen.
He is always smiling, begging for food, hanging out with his Gunnar cat.
Gunnar
Gunnar continues to be an evil emperor. He likes bullying
Katie, playing in the dryer and bird watching through the window. He tries to
get in garage all the time, too. When he's not being evil, he likes cuddles. He
likes to be held like a baby and petted and rubbed all over. He purrs really
big. He continues to be a very VOCAL cat.
He likes to sit in his food spot and wait for his dinner,
which he expects at exactly 6 p.m.You could your watch by him (and no, he does
no observe Daylight Savings Time.) He
eats his dinner and then around 7 p.m. he MEOWS up a storm at the top of the
stairs and then he goes tearing around the house like a poltergeist on Red Bull
for a few minutes. Then he sleeps on the bed for a few hours. Around 9 he hangs
out with Mojo and Matt and that's his evening routine. I don't know what he
does during the day except watch birds and play with spiders.
G also wins the kitty barf fest award. So much puke. All the
time. So I switched their food from sensitive stomach to hairball control and
that seems to help. (Gunnar does give Mojo a nightly bath). Also, I told Matt
to stop feeding him tuna and deli meat and the barfing is quite minimal these
days. And when he does barf, it's usually 5 a.m. not on the 70% of the house
that's wood or tile, it's on the carpet.
Katie
Katie is a happier kitty these days. It took her a year to
adjust to Gunnar. She still can't stand him, but she's not the angry depressed
kitty she was. She likes to sit on Matt's lap for hours. She asks for play
more. She gets along better with Mojo. I see her cuddling Mojo every now and
then. Her and Gunnar sometimes occupy a space in close proximity, but I think
it's more sibling spot stealing than cuddling. Still, sometimes I like to think
they play fight. With all of that fighting, some of it has to be play right?
Her fur isn't always sticking straight up.
Her latest thing is sleeping between our heads in the bed.
She found the gap between our pillows and has deemed that her spot. And she
still has her bedtime ritual, where 20 minutes after we turn the lights out,
she hops in the bed (often clawing a leg or butt in the process) and then asks
Matt to get under his part of the blanket. Every single night. Folks, it's not
even cute anymore. I just want sleep. She just wants ritual.
So those are my crazy kids. They're great company, sweet and
extremely entertaining. They make me immensely happy and I am so lucky to have
all three of them.
Gunnar just came by to approve this blog post. Good thing,
he can't read.
