Smokey and Sylvester start playing and then one of them get too rough. That’s what happened here. Sylvester jumped up on the back of Mark’s truck but Smokey can’t get to him because Smokey doesn’t jump. Sylvester is lean and mean, so he doesn’t have any trouble.
Smokey stared at him for a while like he was going to get him, but when Sylvester jumped down, Smokey ran.
I love oysters raw or cooked. I found some called Daufuski the other day and decided to have oysters on a cracker with cocktail sauce for lunch. They were so delicious that Smokey came and sat next to me.
“I smell oysters.”
So I gave him some. I don’t think he enjoyed them as much as I did, but he ate them.
Zeke can always tell when food is being handed out, but he didn’t get any that day.
“Doesn’t the dog get any?”
Oysters are just for me and the cat. None for the dog or Mark (Mark won’t eat them anyway.)
This is a common sight in the driveway in front of the garage around feeding time.
Mother and children
I brought out their feeding tray and Chloe and Dusty, on the right, came and ate. Rusty, who’s on the left, wasn’t interested. I thought they might want treats, so I brought them out and put some down in front of each cat. Chloe ate all hers and then pushed Dusty away and finished his. I finally had to push her away so Dusty could get some treats. Here he is looking suspiciously towards Chloe as she walks away.
He only has one treat left. Poor kitty.
We caught these three relaxing on the front walk a few days ago.
The Three Amigos — Sylvester in black, Zoe in white, and Smokey in gray.
They look pretty comfortable together here, but they aren’t really all that friendly with each other or with any of the other cats.
Zoe made his routine visit to the vet on Wednesday. He feels more comfortable if he stays in his carrier.
Everything went pretty well at first. They took blood and stuck a thermometer up his … well, you know. And the doctor saw …
I had just found a scab in his ear while we were waiting for the vet to come into the exam room. When the vet saw it, he ripped the scab off and said there was an infection, and he needed to clean it out and stitch it. That meant the vet had to put him under, and Zoe had to spent the night.
He was ready to be picked up Thursday morning. We expected it to be expensive. The total for his shots and exam and the surgery was $457. Ouch. Way too much money! But we had to do it.
Here he is at home afterwards.
You can see the stitched wound in his ear and you might be able to tell that the side of his head was shaved.
We think he got into a fight with one of the other male cats and got a claw in the ear. We don’t know whether it was Smokey, Sylvester, or even Dusty. We know that Smokey and Sylvester jump on the other cats and on each other, but we haven’t seen Dusty do anything like that. So it was probably Smokey or Sylvester. Mark suggests that we check under their claws for Zoe’s DNA.