He likes to sit in them and just watch me, but he also loves to play in them too. I should remember to take a video next time he’s playing! Happy Whiskers on Wednesday.

Here's winking at you babe ;)

Occasionally Henry gets all squinty in one of his eyes. I’ve taken him to the vet and he doesn’t have a scratch on the cornea or anything. I think sometimes he just gets a piece of fur in his eye that I can’t seem to get out. The other day it happened again, and he looked so much like a little pirate cat winking at me, that I decided to make him an eye patch.

A few weekends ago the cats were napping and had swapped blankets; Henry was on Sasafrass’ and Sasafrass was on Henry’s blanket pad. I cooed and melted and couldn’t believe mom hadn’t snapped a picture. So last weekend, mom made sure to take photos of the furkids (her grandcats) sleeping.

Happy Whiskers on Wednesday!

Does this box make my butt look big?

Henry is a simple cat; he likes crumpled paper, plastic bags, and cardboard boxes. I usually have one for him that’s an appropriate size, but when I finished unpacking his cat food the other week, he immediately settled in. I find the standard 11 x 17 -ish boxes to be a tad small, so I usually save a sodapop flat from Costco for him.

P.S. No, Henry doesn’t have a complex about his weight. He’s happy, healthy, and living on the larger side of life.

Happy Whiskers on Wednesday!

This is Minstrel. I prefer to call him Poofa because I don’t think his name suits him. He’s the newest edition to the family.

This is Charlie. When he gets really happy, he starts to kneed and puts his mouth really close to you and drools a little.

This is my favourite photo of the bunch. Flossy is a gorgeous calico and very fiesty.

The reason I ask, as you probably deduced, is that Henry coughed up a hairball. But this wasn’t any hairball, this was like a fur-roll the size of my pinky finger. Ew gross mental images. Here, look at the pretty kitty for distraction:

I would classify Henry’s coat as a medium-length. I’ve been looking at breeds, and unless he’s just a regular American longhair, orange tabby… I would probably describe him as a Ragamuffin (all the way down to his “fatty pad on lower abdomen” which made the Vet say he needed more exercise.). All the Ragamuffin characteristics seem like Henry: “They greet family members at the door and will follow their people around the house. Because of their gentle nature, Ragamuffins are generally kept indoors for their own protection. They tend to be very vocal at times and are very lovable.”

Okay, now, back to the hairball business. I brush Henry. Maybe not as often as I should (weekly) but I do brush him (every 2-3 weeks) with a Furminator. He’s not particularly pleased with the Furminator, but he puts up with it.

So my question(s) are: How often do your cats get hairballs? Do they cough them up or pass them? How big are they usually? Is there anything I can do to avoid coming home to barfy-hairballs on my carpet?

Safely behind the screen. No he isn’t that big… the windows are kinda small, but yea he’s a big boy… but he’s not f-a-t. The windows go from where the cement foundation ends to basically my ceiling.

Watching the awesome outdoors… cars! people! Things to smell!

Chill out… (that’s what the blanket is for).

Sniffing the air. I close the window and lock it so it’s open just a smidgen when I’m not watching him. I know that if I was to leave it open, he’d probably pop the screen out by accident and escape. Basement suite apartment, not so good for outdoor-challenged kitteh.

Oh hai! Wut do u haf? *purrr*snort*purrr*

Sasafrass absolutely loved her ruffle. It was a soft satin ribbon pinned with a safety pin. She has a hard time sitting still when there is so much excitement going on and I only got these photos because she was waiting for a treat (raw chicken!).

P.S. Henry is fine… but he had a vet visit today which stresses him out. He starts breathing hard, panting, and his heart races. He hates his carrier and can’t wait to get out of it. Usually a car ride is endured because we’re visiting my parents’… but a vet visit is different.