Boats

Celica says:
This past summer a big blue boat was parked at my cottage most of the time. Its name is Blue Ray. I decided that I should be its caretaker, so every day I demanded to be let out to do my boat check. Do you see me? I'm in every picture right up by the windshield.

Thinking outside the box

Celica says:

No, I never do that. I'm always inside my box. Well almost all of me is inside the box. Sometimes my tail or my foot hangs out.

I love boxes. My slaves say I was probably born in a box, but I don't know. I don't remember being born.




Sometimes my boxes get a bit worn out and so the slaves have to go and get a new one. This is one of the new ones they got me this summer.

My friend ... or maybe not?

Celica says:

A visitor cat has started to come up on our deck. He looks in the window and pounds on it with his paws.

My slaves call him my "boyfriend." I don't know what a boyfriend is.

I don't think I want him on my deck.

OOPS!!!

Celica says:

Well, I fell off the deck ... but I'm OK. Really. I landed on my feet.

My slaves were really worried. My lady slave let me out on the deck and instead of staying put like I used to do, I put my head through the railing to see if it fit. Yup, it still fit. So then I stepped through so I could walk on the outside edge (like I've been wanting to do), but the edge was too small. I tried to grab on but the deck was too slippery - it IS this plastic stuff after all.

So down I went.

The slaves looked me all over and I just wandered off to find something else to do.

Told ya ... I'm fine.

The dog house!

Celica says:
Yes, that's where I've been for the past couple of days. I climbed up on my lady slave's desk in her office. Then I nudged her clock a little bit and it fell off the shelf ... and ... well, it broke. She wasn't happy.

I think she's forgiven me now though. She gave me a nice brushing awhile ago. Feels so good....

Going to see the eye doc!

Celica says:

Well, Dr. Hurdle thought that maybe my right eye should be checked out by a specialist - Dr. Dave Tinsley at the Alta Vista Animal Hospital. It's a long drive across the city (and even longer from the cottage), but the Alta Vista clinic is where to go if there's anything really serious that might be wrong. They have all kinds of specialists.


The ophthalmology staff are very nice and they're super caring to us cats (although I know they like dogs too, but I'll forgive them for that). My slaves know them because they treated Scooter a couple of years ago.

Dr. Tinsley posed with me for a picture.















He even said it would be OK if I explored one of his special cabinets. I thought about it, but changed my mind. He might use more of those gadgets on me if he's thinks I'm interested.














The slaves and Dr. T. talked for awhile, but I was ready to leave. I just know this is the way OUT!

See you again in October....

Back to the vet!!! - one more time

Well, this time it was the annual checkup and shots - OK, only one shot.

Now Celica is pretty zonked out. She didn't get us up at 6:00 a.m. ... and she's still sleeping!

I guess she's reacting to the vaccine.

Back to the vet!!!

Well, last Saturday, Celica wailed for hours. She made passes at the litter box and wasn't doing anything in it. I was afraid she was blocked!

So the vet saw us quickly. Thank you Dr. Nixon!

Celica wasn't blocked. Whew!

But she had to stay there so they could get a urine sample. It took almost 24 hours!!!

She's happy to be home now, but not enjoying the new diet she's supposed to be on. Dr. Nixon is investigating alternatives.

Christmas 2009

Celica says:

Awhile ago, the slaves started talking about something they called "Christmas." At first I heard the word just every now and then, but then I heard it more and more often. And ... then ... they started acting weird.

They brought lots of boxes up from the basement and took out lots of things they called "decorations." (So that's what was in all those boxes I've been sniffing in the basement!) They put these decorations all over the living room and dining room.

And they moved some furniture without my permission. I don't like when they do that. It's quite upsetting to see things in different places. But it turns out they had to do that because of what came next.

They brought a tree inside the house!!!!!

This is called the Christmas tree.

They also bought a special plant called a poinsettia. I was told not to eat it. But I could play with the wrapping paper. That was fun.

































And then soon they started wrapping "presents." Of course I offered my help.





They shared their special breakfast with me on Christmas morning.

All in all it was a lot of fun. People came to visit and I got to play with lots of boxes and bows and ribbons. I like ribbons.

But Christmas seems to be over now. They took the tree back outside and they put the decorations back in the boxes.

I wonder what will be next?