Monday, November 2, 2009

No picture post

Sorry I don't have pictures with me. I am slacking off at work. :P

Status update on the girls
  • Hester: the fur on her paw is slowly growing back after being shaved from the wasp nastiness. I still have the occasional escapee wasp get in but this time they are coming via my closet with butts up against the front door of their original entry. However I think I have eliminated the wasp issue.
  • Enid: She still is the diligent of kittens on wasp duty. She immediately lets me know if we have an intruder. She complains the loudest that I don't let her eat her kill or mine. She still loves to bite my Dad and run around the house like a crazy thing.
  • Togetherness: Both girls have become the all-night snuggle bunnies. I don't have room to roll over. I think I need a bigger bed but then they will take up all that more space. I enjoy the snuggles and the early AM purrs and head bumps. Doesn't matter if I haven't gotten much sleep I am always willing to dole out loving pets and scratches. However when I am sleeping I don't appreciate the cleaning of my face....Enid! (Enid: What?! You were dirty and it is my way of giving you kisses! So there.) Now the bad news. Yes, there is bad news. This house has been dramatic in all kinds of ways. The latest is the house has fleas which means the girls have fleas. One flea left a nest of baby fleas on Hester's chin and ate away some of her fur. Poor baby. I have been using Advantage on the girls but I have to kill the fleas in the house. Round three with exterminator coming up! I feel like such a bad care-giver for these girls. Know this - I am trying!
Story before I sign off and getting back to work

Setting: 2 am. Snoozing with beautiful cat ladies (they will always be kittens though).

A clicking sound awakens me. Something starts pulling on my pajama top. First thought is "Someone is in the house and trying to get me" My eyes pop open and quickly try to focus on the danger. Danger is Enid with my pajama button in her mouth trying to rip if off. The look in her eyes says is all - "Wha?"

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Are you in there Hester?

Enid: HESTER?! Where are you? I have a lovely glitter ball to share with you. HESTER?! Red! RED! Where is my sister!!!!?
Me: Enid, Hester is in the hospital since she got stung by wasp.
Enid: Why? I get stung all the time and you don't take me to the hospital. She must be outside. I think you are lying to me.
Me: Enid. I would not lie to you. She is at the hospital.
Enid: Liar!

Hours later
Enid: Hester! Where have you been?!
Hester: Sigh. I went to the hospital.
Enid: You are such a fibber just like Red. You must have gotten outside OR Red hid you in one of the cabinets. I looked everywhere for you.
Hester: I was at the hospital! I swear!
Enid: Nuh-uh. By the way you smell funny. Did you go to the hospital?
Hester: Sigh. I love you Enid.

Doctor report - He said I got her in just in time. They shaved her paw and looked for the stinger but found nothing. At one point he wasn't so sure it was a wasp and kind questioned me on the phone (I understand doubt). I told him I knew it was a wasp since Enid promptly ate it. Enid loves their crunchiness. So she is home and I have to monitor for the rest of the evening for any problems. The vets told me there should be no problem what-so-ever. :D

Poor Hester, Poor Enid

This morning warranted a frantic trip to the emergency room for Hester. What made it worse I had to travel in the direction of traffic jams. However I made it to the emergency room for Hester and my sakes.

Hester was stung by a wasp and her paw swelled up. Enid promptly ate the wasp (good girl) but she is wandering around crying and looking for her sister. The vet has given Hester a cortisone shot and is in diligent observation...meaning all the vet techs want to hold, cuddle, and console her. She will not be in want of attention should something arise. The vet is fairly positive that she can come home this afternoon.

I have called the exterminators again - he did tell me that it would take several sessions to get rid of the wasps. The renters of this place didn't care about any pests including rats.

Send your snorgles to Hester (for healing) and Enid (for comfort)


Sunday, October 18, 2009

One year old

Dear Readers,

Red is terribly sorry that she hasn't posted often enough. She has been so busy. We don't even get to see her until it is dark. We both know that the house and work are keeping her SO occupied that sometimes we give her a little reprieve by forgiving her for not playing with us one night a week. We really love to play so 6 nights a week is REQUIRED. (Hester: Enid, you have gotten off topic).

Red decided that our birthday will be October 15th. Since we don't know when our birthday is officially we think this is a good day. We are one years old and we don't feel a day over 6 weeks old.



Monday, September 7, 2009

Go away

I'm sleeping. It is Labor Day and I will not labor at all. *Yawn, lips smacking and a snore* Everyone enjoy your holiday while I nap and listen to the rain.

Sleepy love and cold wet nose kisses from Hester

Monday, August 31, 2009

I didn't do anything

Me: Enid. What did you do with your collar?
Enid: Ummm, collar, what collar? I am just playing with my green bouncy snake. Hester has a lovely collar. I never had a collar. I think you love her more than me.
Me: Enid. I bought you a collar but you took it off one night. Don't you remember?
Enid: Ahh, yeah. I do remember.
Me: So where is it?
Enid: I dunno.




Me: Hester?
Hester: Yes.
Me: Where is Enid's collar?
Hester: I dunno but I do know this...this collar is coming off tonight and you will never find it! Mwahahahaha.
Me: Why do you two insist on ditching your collars?
Enid: Collars ruin my hunting.
Hester: The tag gets in my way when I jump.
Me: What am I to do with you too? Come here. I need some snuggles.
Hester: Excuse me. I need to run. Rrrrrooooooarr.
Enid: Waaaaaaiiiitttttt foooorrrrr meeeeeeee

Thursday, August 27, 2009

With a Rebel YELL!



I cry more, more, more TREATS AND GLITTER BALLS!



Whatever, Enid. Scoot over I need more room for my nappage.