Tiny Trips to the Tiny Vet for a Tiny Cat

Seven Has An Owie


So, Seven, while she is probably the cutest cat I've ever seen (forgive me, I suppose that most people think their kittens are the cutest, like parents all think their kid is the cutest, or the smartest, or whatever) however, she's not the brightest kitten. She gets into some remarkably silly things. And ends up in some troublesome situations.
Her most recent misadventure landed her a vet visit.

We didn't witness it happen, so we can't be certain what occurred, but a few days ago, I noticed Seven's paw was wet, so I went to dry it off. That's when I realized it was blood on her paw.
Upon further inspection, she was missing her dewclaw... all of it. It wasn't broken, it wasn't just injured, it was gone. All that was left was a bloody stub.
I cleaned it the best I could, and looked online for what to do. Some of the suggestions were to keep an eye on it, and see how it does. In retrospect I realize that this is for a partially broken claw, but we hadn't picked a vet for her yet, so we thought we'd give it a day and see how she did. She was obviously not bothered by it at all, since she was playing, and eating as normal.
I think she must have caught it in the carpet of her cat tree, and then perhaps fallen from it. It's the only thing I can think of, since the rest of our home is fairly cat-proofed.
After a day of observation, it had scabbed over and looked clean, so I just kept cleaning it with warm water, and then started searching for a vet. We found one, and we made an appointment, but we had to wait two days.
Today was her visit, and I was glad when the vet told me I'd done exactly the right thing. She gave Seven and antibiotic shot, and informed us that she'd done such a good job of removing the claw herself, that they didn't need to do surgery. *laughs*
It should be a month or two before it grows back all the way, but she's doing just fine. I'm spoiling her with a few treats, and I've put David Attenborough's "The Life of Birds" on the tv for her. She and Data just LOVE watching the birds. 

Data
It seems unfair that I spend so much time talking about Seven, however, Data is just such a good boy. He's such a love, and so gentle. I've never had scratches from him (my husband has a HUGE one right now, but that's another story).
Though, I do wish he'd quit having a wee in my cacti... -_-
Here's some photos to admire of our beautiful Data.

Videos!

Happy Thanksgiving!


We had a very nice day, mostly spent relaxing at home. We made mulled wine, and had lunch at a restaurant with family.
The kids have been very naughty, and have started/been peeing in my succulents, which has killed most of them. *sighs* Our "Basement Cats" are very basementy.
The DH and I are planning on replacing the lost plants (or at least I am, he doesn't know he is also) and we will be hanging them from the ceiling from now on. Oh well, at least I will get my dining room table back during the Winter, since that's where I keep my plants when it's too cold out.

Here's a few videos we've taken of the trouble makers over the past couple days. And I hope your Turkey Day was a tasty one!









And here's Part 1 and Part 2 of Seven's "Squirrel Encounter"

Part 1


Part 2

Chick Peas, and Greedy Guts

Seven Wants You To Know:
That we never ever feed her. Which is why she steals chips, of course. It has nothing to do with her being a greedy little moo. Nope, not at all.



Mmmm hummus!

Mind you, just prior to making this video, she had been stealing crackers. And she had just been given a treat of a spoonful of canned cat food. And she had a bowl of dry food down all day.

Little moo.<3 I think a vet trip is in her future, to ensure she's not gaining too much weight. Maybe we'll video that too. :D

Jelly Belly: The Journey From Tiny to Tubby

So we have nicknames for our cats, Data we tend to refer to as "Pants" which is short for 'Crazypants'. Seven we call "Tinycat" for obvious reasons (She's about a third of Data's size).

Well, she won't be tiny for much longer if she keeps up her food consumption. She will eat until the bowl is empty, so we're having to feed her careful amounts. As a result, she will follow us around, mewing piteously, trying to convince us that she is just simply STARVING! When we don't listen, she will try to feed herself. Data will often help her by opening the cabinet door for her, and holding them open, while she gets into the bag of cat food.

To thwart their plots, we had moved their bag of food into a wall cupboard, where, in theory, they wouldn't be able to get to it. Alas, all this accomplished was a lot of banging as they batted at the door from the counter top. So we've since put their food into the linen closet, which has a doorknob. All of their plans come to nothing for want of thumbs.

Seven, however, was undaunted! She had to check the sink area, in case we had forgotten some little tidbit of food she could gobble down. Mind you, there are a few dirty dishes in the sink... I'm bad, I know. But in any case, those dirty dishes lead to this conversation in the darkness of the bedroom while we're trying to sleep.

Darling Husband: *listening to the crashing sounds* They're on the sink again.
Me: I'll get them...
*come back with Seven and Data in tow and we all climb into bed*
DH: Oh hi, Tinycat... why are you sticky?!
Me: She was on the sink.
DH: Is that JELLY on her stomach?
Me: Probably...

Just another typical day in our madhouse.

PS:
I tried to embed a video here of the cats, but it seems to be too large. That's what I get for going with HD video, huh? Instead enjoy these photos of Seven in her Holiday sweater.

Welcome to the first post of CSMCWTE

The Beginning
So, for a few weeks now, my husband and I have been joking about making a blog about our cats. They have some pretty quirky habits, which entertain us endlessly. Well, I've finally made good on the jokes. And here's the blog.
I don't know if it will be any good, or if any one will read it, but here goes.
An Introduction
We have two cats; a one year old black male DSH named "Lieutenant Commander Data" and a 7 month old black female DSH named "Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero-One". We call them Data and Seven for short.
Both are rescue cats from our local Humane Society, and as responsible fur-parents they are both fixed, indoor-only cats, who have been micro-chipped. They are not declawed, as we believe it is an inhumane practice.


We first noticed that Data had strange taste in food when he stole a piece of steamed broccoli off of my plate during dinner one evening. Another time, when I was ill, my husband brought home crackers for my upset stomach. My very caring and sensitive kitty, Data, gently climbed into my arms, purred and then stole the cracker from my hand on the way to my mouth and ran out of the room with it.
He's a thief, and most times we won't let him get away with it, but occasionally (such as with the broccoli) we just allow it.


Seven really only wants to eat her dry food (we feed them Evo) but her play habits are weird enough to warrant a mention. She likes to play in water. We're looking for tiny sized rubber duckies for her. We discovered this when she wandered out of the bathroom, dripping wet. We assumed she'd fallen into the toilet, and figured she'd avoid it after that. We dried her off, and cleaned up the water around the toilet. Later, she came out wet again. We now keep the toilet closed, however I have to share my baths with her unless I close the bathroom door.


Oh, and you may have guessed it already, but my husband and I are Sci-fi geeks.