Mom on Monday

Well our precious little man Greyson seems to have hurt himself sometime Friday night. Saturday morning we noticed he didn't want to put any weight on his back left paw.

Nothing was swollen or bloodied, he didn't seem to be in pain if you felt the leg. He does pull away his paw, but he's not a fan of back paw holding on a good day.

The vet didn't find anything either. So we came home with some pain meds and we're gonna give it a couple days. Poor little guy!

So if you could spare some healing purrs for our little man, we'd appreciate it.


Floofy Friday

Friday: Work it Quilly - give me "Blue Steel!"

Quill: Hey Does it seem like someone is trying to upstage me with a photo bomb?

 Friday: He is kinda...
Quill: Even cropped - I have a Foo Tail in my shot. It's just not professional.

Casa De Housecat Update: The Mom here, we've had a rough couple of weeks here with ups and downs. We lost our cousin cat Klausy, we had two emergency surgeries on close relatives (both are doing great now), other drama, a great family visit and another planned surgery next month on a third person. It's been crazy over here - so apologies for being a little off-line focused.


Floofy Friday

We are sending our purrs to all our friends on the east coast in the path of danger!

And offer our white bellies to soothe the savage winds....

That outta do it! 

Quill and Greyson

P.S. Hey Mom and Friday, wanna get in on the action?


Floofy Friday

Greyson: Time for a nap, but I need to look good for Friday...

 Hmm, that leg looks a little scruffy...

 Really?! The Pawparrazi is ruthless!

Yes. That'll do. Time for my nap!


Floofy Friday

Mom: Quill? Look up!

Not quite... Up son! Up!

 Close enough. So cute! 
Friday is gonna be so happy to see you Quilly-Bear!


Floofy Friday

Greyson: All for you! A little beefcake for you Friday!

 Friday: Oh Greyson, you're such a flirt!

I may swoon!

Happy Friday Friends! Things are finally getting back to normal here in the house of the sneezes.



It all started on Labor Day when dad got sick... and Mom became nursemaid.

Our Mom caught the "cold/flu" Thursday and it took her down till today... Friday came and went with no greeting last week.

Of course Quill and I were excellent nurse cats! We braved the sudden and loud sneezes that threatened to blow a cat off the bed. Quill applied frequent cat spit to Mom's sweaty arms. I drafted heat by laying against her steamy back.

It wasn't pleasant, but we seem to have made it through the worst of it.