Stronger Every Day

Brainball here, reporting for Blog Duty. Today, Wednesday, has been my best day yet. I resumed full Alpha Cat Patrols this morning, and putting my combat boots back on felt so good!

I woke Mom up by trying to kill the pot of lip balm she keeps on her nightstand, and it made her so happy. I haven't done that since before I got sick.

I ate plenty of dry food and stinky goodness, and Mom fed me my yogurt from a spoon -- I have to eat yogurt because I'm on antibiotics. And guess what: I'm liking yogurt more and more, even without the Temptations tucked in it! Then, before I lay down for my recuperative nap, I rubbed all over Mom and Dad, purred my lion purr, kissed Mom's legs, and cuddled with Dad.


I'm taking my medicines and will continue on them for another week, though the daily regimen has become an irritant, and Mom and Dad are teaming up to get the meds in me. Because I'm a big Mancat (sixteen pounds), Dad holds me while Mom medicates me. But Dad has a firm, gentle hand and Mom has nimble fingers, so it only takes a couple of minutes, and when it's all over, I get my well-deserved praise and treats.

Keep your purrs coming -- they are working! You kitties on the Cat Blogosphere are the best friends a Mancat could have.

My beautiful Patches Lady, I send you my love and extra rumbly purrs.

Thanks, little brother Mao, for letting me blog today! And speaking of Mao: he wanted me to link to a sweet and thoughtful post by his girlfriend, Ariel -- she's collecting a list of couples on the Cat Blogosphere and is encouraging single cats to post comments there if they are looking for love.

And Earl Grey, buddy, there goes Dorydoo, making googly-eyes at you again!

Two Mancats Tuesday -- and Dorydoo Speeks!

Our wunnerful and tallented furriends Maggy and Zoey at Zoolatry did these bee-yootiful photo-portraits of me and Brainball.

The one of me is called "The Chairman":



And the one of Brainball is called "The Lion King" (how, how, how, I ask, could my silly beans or that silly furst vet have efur pegged Brainball fur a gurlcat?! lookit his MANE, fur Cat's sake!):


Momma thought these photo-portraits of Brainball and me were so bee-yootiful that her eyes got happy-leaky.

Here's an update on how my wunnerful bruther Brainball is doing: in a wurd, bettur! He's still takin' recuperative naps in Mom and Dad's closet, but he's doin' more of his Alpha Cat Patrollin', and he's eatin' good and drinkin' good. Yay! He's also usin' the baffroom good, except his #2s are kinda loosy-goosy, so Momma's keepin' a close eye onna litterboxies. Brainball's takin' his medikashuns like a trooper and is eatin' yogurt from a spoon!

Dorydoo wants to remind efurryone that her burfday is comin' up on Octobur 16 -- there'll be a pawtay onna bloggie. She'll be turnin' three years old! She's also givin' the eye to a certain handsum mancat onna Bloggiesphere, hehehe.



I send lovies to my sweetiepie Ariel, and Brainball sends lovies to his Patches Lady. And lookie here, we're sendin' roses to our ladies, too.



Update: Brainball had a bafroomie trip that was too close to diarrhea for momma's comfort, so she's givun him a kitty dose of Immodium. Askin' fur more purrs.

Update, three hours later: The Ballicus Mom here! Good news: the Immodium helped Brainball -- he hasn't had another episode of diarrhea, and we are hoping he won't. He's been on his evening Alpha Cat patrols, he's pawed at his Daddy repeatedly for rubs (he loves his Daddy's kitty massages!), and then after getting lots of rubs, he sprawled out all comfy-cozy and purred his deep, rumbly lion purr the likes of which I hadn't heard since before he got sick. *big happy cat mom grin!*