Scratch the mighty hunter

We’ve written here before about Scratch’s odd habits and various issues.  One thing that his Prozac hasn’t changed is that Scratch is convinced that he’s a mighty hunter and that his prey is everywhere.  He will attack the stuffed toys that the dogs leave everywhere and randomly grab them, shaking them fiercely as though he’s killing them.

He’ll jump suddenly in the air turning and growling just a bit and attacking an invisible foe.  (Usually it’s a dust mote that only he can see.)  The best part is that when he does this he usually stops when he’s done and sits there for a little while with his mouth open, fangs showing, and trying to look fierce.  It’s like he saw an episode of a sparklevamp movie and thinks he’s a character.  Naturally, this cracks us up.

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Better living through chemistry

As my tolerance for Scratch’s shenanigans and general level of aggression was rapidly nearing an end, we took him to the vet last week.  Once we explained to her what was going on and my theory that, perhaps, he was actually a cryptorchid, he had a physical exam that included a check to see if he was, in fact, producing testosterone.  This physical exam is not unlike making him turn his head and cough, but in male cats it is a bit more invasive.

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Geoff’s cat is a pervert

And other fun family secrets…

One of the joys of combining households is seeing how the animals react to each other.  We combined households back in December of 2008 when Geoff got a job up here in Boston and was finally able to move here.  Geoff had been adopted by Scratch shortly before that and we were able to get Scratch neutered right before the trip up here.

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Smoky is officially radioactive

The Doctor called around 5:30 this evening and Smoky is officially irradiated.  We talked about it in advance, but he ended up getting a very high dose.  Usually the highest does for non-cancerous cats is 7 millicuries.  Smoky got exactly that.  That does is two and a half times the usual does for a hyperthyroid cat.  Partly this is because we’re trying to zap his entire thyroid and the cystic goiter that’s growing on it and partly this is because this procedure is happening while he’s still on his methimazole.

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So, no boat

The Rapture didn’t happen, so I did not get to assume ownership of any gorgeous new Boston Whaler cuddy cruisers that previously belonged to wealthy Raptured fishermen.  Oh, well.

One interesting side note: around the time that the Rapture was supposed to have taken place, I couldn’t find Scratch.  In fact, I could not find him for a while.  Later on he appeared in the hallway, meowing to be let back inside.  My theory is that he was the only being raptured, but then after he spent a few hours running amok in Heaven breaking things, God changed His mind and sent him back.

-Geoff