Friday Catch-Up: Cats, Birds and Mistresses Edition

As the weekend approaches, many bloggers sum up their week in a sort of catch-all post.

 

I haven't done that until today but I've received many queries as to the health of Nifi the Cat (aka the Mad Pooper) and would like to update you on that and a few other items, as well...

 

Nifi stayed at the vets for an overnight last week to ensure he was peeing properly after an X-ray revealed that, like a child at an amusement park who doesn't want to take time to hit the bathroom, his bladder was enormously full and he was resisting the litter box.

Nifi's doctor with a patient

 

 

Unlike the kid who, inevitably will pish himself up on the Tilt-A-Whirl, Nifi hung on for nearly 12 hours before tinkling, returning home with an advisory for me to keep a watchful eye. 

 

After another week of lethargy and odd behavior (He began hanging out in the laundry room. Seth claims it was a signal since he doesn't usually venture in there but I still think he just wanted to do laundry), back to the vet he went where antibiotics are being administered for a fever he was running. He should be coming home today.

 

 

Unfortunately, I have terrible news about Sylvia the Bird.

 

It's taken me two days to be able to talk about it but, on a routine Sylvia-check, to my total horror, I found that her nest had fallen from under the deck and lay on the ground, ruined and empty.

 

The consensus is that a predator (as in racoon) somehow dislodged the nest from above and the babies became a tasty meal.

 

Sylvia was in the yard flying in agitated zigs and zags but I am told she will rebuild and have another nestful soon.This is little comfort to me and I miss her solid and reliable presence. I hope she builds in a safer location next time.

No longer cute...

 

Between all this and the news that the late Elizabeth Edwards threw herself to the ground in a parking lot upon learning that her snake/bastard of a husband was still involved with his rodent of a mistress, I seem to feeling a bit ferklempt.

Never was cute.

 

Since it seemed apropos, I warned Seth that if I discovered he has a mistress (rodent or otherwise), I will not emulate Elizabeth Edwards. Partly because once I fall, it's difficult to get up and partly because I would prefer to smash my Fran Drescher coffee mug to smithereens over his head and put him out in the backyard where he can build a nest next to Sylvia's.

 

In other news, we had thunder so loud this morning that I think my eyelids rolled up into my head because I can't seem to be able to close my eyes and the cats are either hiding under the bed or on their way to the Port Authority to catch a bus out of here.

 

On that note, I wish you all a great weekend. Thanks for reading and commenting. See you on Monday!