Predator Face is still healing. It appears that the bloody snots have cleared up. He snorts when he breaths, but we’re hoping the prednisoline will get rid of the inflammation in his nasal cavity.
Now, if you’ll excuse us, it’s time for a little shut eye.
As I’ve mentioned before, Predator Face has a habit of sneezing phlegm onto our walls and floor since the day of his adoption. In my opinion, this has made housekeeping more laborious than necessary.
As I’ve also mentioned before, Predator Face recently lost the ability to breath through his nose, making him sound like a snotty, mouth-breathing toddler with the flu. Not, stertorous. More slurpy, like breathing through a mouthful of gelatin.
Predator Face is sleeping at by my side while I work. A moment ago, I looked down to see him like this:
In case you are considering putting food out for strays, you may want to know the potential consequences.
I’ve been told by friends that this thing is my new pet now and that “when the mystic possum choose you you accept.”
Oh bother.
Disclaimer: All of my heathens are in carriers when they are being transported. The pictures you see below were taken while we were parked, waiting for the vet office to open. Save your potential outrage for something important like poverty, racism, or greed.
Predator Face has had a bit of a breathing problem for the past three or four weeks. He gets a severe case of the snorts when he tries breathing through his nose.
Today, he will be put under so that the doctor can take a look inside.
I know Predator Face is nervous, so to make him feel better, I let him drive.
This is him pulling into the parking spot…
He then forgot which peddle was the brake and which was the accelerator, so we ended up hitting the wall pretty hard. I banged my head against the dashboard. He got thrown into the back seat…
But he’s okay. Glad nobody got hurt.
So if you’re in the Memphis area and see a hare lipped cat behind the wheel, get off the sidewalk!
Is there a reputable manufacturer of cat bras?
My cat, Damien, has large boobs. They’re so big, he looks like a dairy cow (but he gets pretty irritated when you try milking him…I won’t be making that mistake again).
Poe the Stray remains homeless. Nobody has responded to the voicemail at the number assigned to his chip.
Until I can find a home for this cat, Predator Face is keeping him entertained.
Though he doesn’t look amused.
Do you know if pet adoption organizations are having a harder time adopting out during this Covid stuff?
A good friend recently shared knowledge of an app called Reface. So what does Reface do? Well, here I am as Claudia Schiffer.
I’ve wasted many hours slapping my face on celebrities when I should be working on the novelization of The Reluctant Cat Owner’s Journal like I’m supposed to, but I lack both discipline and shame.
A few days ago, I stood on my patio and witnessed a stray, black cat vomit a live worm into the mulch under my neighbor’s hydrangea.
I told my husband about it immediately. How could I not? I had never seen a living creature vomit up another living creature before. It was remarkable and, I’m sure, burned into my long-term memory. I felt like I had witnessed a phenomenon only seen in sci-fi movies.
There is a homeless cat that shares time between our and our neighbor’s patio. He seems friendly and loves belly rubs, but since the outskirts of Laura passed over our home this morning, he’s been sitting at our back door, staring in for hours.
There may not be any Micmac burial grounds around here (I don’t think), but that’s some Pet Sematary-looking shit right there.
Should I call animal control? The police? A priest?
If you don’t hear from me next week, please call the authorities and tell them that the suspect is an adult male (?) black cat with a wounded left eye.
Predator Face fell asleep watching squirrels this morning.
I understand that he was tired (Hell, he wakes me up at 4 am to be fed), but I didn’t realize he was face-against-the-glass-head-on-the-pneumatic-closure tired.
Or maybe he’s drunk.
Is it just me or does this pic look like we’re about to drop an album?
F*%k all y’all muthaf#%kin’ honkey-a$$ crackas! – Predator Face
Predator Face partook in a little catnip abuse this morning, and his behavior ever since has been embarrassing and intolerable.
I made this post for you to share with your heathens because once they see the effects of catnip from an outsider’s perspective, maybe they’ll just say no (similar to how I said “no” after being scared shitless in the early 80s watching Helen Hunt snort something some guy made in chemistry class before she threw herself through a second story window and sliced her arm with glass shards in a lovely made-for-TV movie called Desperate Lives that the whole family can enjoy).
Now, you aren’t going to see Predator Face go Helen-Hunt-in-Desperate-Lives level of nuts, but maybe nuts enough to teach your heathens that drugs just aren’t hip or cool.
Apparently, cats can see ghosts. I’m not saying it’s true. It’s just what I’ve been told.
I bring this up because I was scrolling through my cat pictures recently (looking for a few good ones of Reese for her memorial box) when I can upon this one:
Just want to wish everyone a happy Catuday. I hope your home remains clean, your carpets hair ball free, and all litter remains in their respective box.
Please give some love to your heathens from me (if they deserve it).
