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Little White One continues her story…

5_25% 0ff coupon_5_4.25x5.5_01Today the Mom Lady Person says, “White One, you don’t have to go to work today, you had a pretty bad night”

It was true, all night I was dreaming and crying ‘mew, mew, mew’ and shaking my hurt leg.  She thinks that remembering what happened to me is very upsetting, giving me nightmares. I am a lucky kitten because I have a pillow and a blanket on the big bed, right beside the Mommy and she will reach out and cuddle me up when I an crying.  So I am staying at home today, playing with my toys and eating my dinners.  But I still remember how alone and lost I felt after my furry mom lost me, I got hurt bad, and then The Lady  left me at a place.  That was the first time I was at a ‘place’ called the vet place. Before I was just outside, on the dirt, trying to find some foods, a drink of water and looking for my furry mom so I didn’t know what a place was and was scared to be at one.

White Ones Story Continues.

A cazillion days later the Lady came back to get me, made the Dad Man give the vet place all his green papers to ransom me out of there and I went in the car to the Lady’s house.  She made me a bed on her big bed, with a pillow and a heated blanket.  It was comfortable.  I had a cone on my neck and a cast on my leg: she gave me medicine in a dropper every 2 minutes and I slept all the time.  Sometimes she carried me to the potty box and the foods dish and she gave me a bath because the cone didn’t let me do my own bath. My broken leg was stuck out in a straight line. so I couldn’t walk, and the medicine made me dizzy, so I just went to sleep for another cazillion days.

Then one day I had to get into this suitcase thing and go back to the vet place where they  took more pictures of my leg, ripped the cast off  then put another one on me, saying something about growing… and more medicine…and all my 150 stitches were looking good, and the paper they stuck to my tummy could come off: I was afraid I had to stay at the place again, but the Lady waited til they were done torturing  me and took me back in the suitcase to her house.  My leg hurted me and I throwed up all night after that awful experience.

The Mom Lady took me back to the vet place the next day to see why I was throwing up and they gave me more meds to stop that.  So now I had dropper fulls of meds every 5 seconds, but the pain stopped, I wasn’t sick anymore and I just let the Mom put the stuff in my mouth

A week later I got another cast…more growing I guess, when they weighed me I was 51/2 pounds and had a little fat tummy.  My stitches came out, that hurted me alot and I was crying. “Let me out of here, I want my mommy, I want to go home.” So the Dad Man gave the vet place more green papers so I went home, back to my own little pillow and blanket and my Mommy.

Little White One speaks for the 1st time

Today when I waked up the Mom Lady person said, “White One are you back in your right mind?”

“Meow”

“Good,” she said, “get your coat on, you are going to work.” I don’t know what ‘work’ is but at least its not the awful vet place. So I let her put my coat on, it says Mommy’s Little Valentine.  I don’t mind wearing it, it is better than the cone and the cast that  I had to wear after I came home from the vet place. (more…)

Pluma says, “I will never understand humans!!”

Yesterday Mom said I was finally growing up and becoming a big boy.  Today she says I am her little baby.  What’s up with this? Can’t she make up her mind?

Here is what happened, maybe you can explain it to me.  It was cold last night, we got a dusting of snow, and I wanted to sleep unner the cobers wif Mom.  So I am sleeping, purring and her chin felt like a momma kitty and I started making nursing sounds and my feets started needing.  Mom said my claws hurted her and woke me up.  So finally I went back to sleep and it was so warm and cozy and her hair was near my mouth and in my sleep I started making nursing sounds again and my feet began to move and again she woke me up saying I was her little baby.

I tell you it is hard to get a good nights sleep with her constantly waking me up!

Growing up and eating people foods!!

Hi Everyone, Pluma here.  Hope you have had good holidays and are enjoying the new year!

Mom says I am growing up.  I will be 7 this month and will have a party Jan. 17th at the Funky Karma Shop.  I am not allowed to have cake, (and I wouldn’t eat it anyway) so I will be giving Birthday Cake Incense to everyone who comes in to see me that day.

Yesterday was New Years Day and Mom and Dad had special food to eat.  In all of my years I have never eaten people food, even when it was offered to me, I turn up my nose and walk away.  I only like my cat crunches, and some treats that Miss Ann brings to the shop.  BUT. . . now I LOVE real live fresh dead shrimp!  Many of my friends on the Internets have told me they love shrimps but I wouldn’t eat them until this year. Yesterday I ate 3! They were delicious and I want more but Mom says “You have to wait for a special day to have more” I said “Why?  I want more right now!”

After dinner and a nap Dad and I played fetch for hours.  He can throw the toy to the far end of the house, I like to run fast and slide on the hardwood floor, catch the toy then run real fast back to him so he can throw it again.  Mom throws like a girl, not very far and it’s not as much fun.

projects in the new house

wpid-2014-10-27-08.39.39.jpgHi, long time no see!!  We have been busy, with the shop, of course, and with buying a new house.  it is a 100-year-old adobe house, large enough, and with a huge yard.  A new garden will sprout soon but first there is the moving in process, lots of truck loads of furniture and belongings, curtain hanging, kitchen arranging, and much more.

Although the house is move in ready, for the most part, some projects needed to be accomplished right away.
Like this door on my sun porch, leading to the ‘as yet to be garden’. Pluma says it is creepy, has 100-year-old paint on it and spiders. “Fix it Mom,’ he says.

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A good brushing with a broom, one coat of paint,

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some sunlight,

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and cute ceramic heart.  We are ready to go out the door!!!  Garden here we come.

in the new funky karma annex!

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signed papers on Wednesday. opened front door to the new (to us) annex building next door to our shop.

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First things first, Pluma has to give his approval!

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Then we get to celebrate. for a few minutes before all the hard work begins!

 

 

scarface reports

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So my friends, I think that I better let you know what has been going on in my life.  I have learned a new skill…I found out that if I bang on the sliding screen door many times, with a few mumbled  magickal ‘meows’ too, the lock will pop off and I can use my claws to open the door and go out.  Now, you all know that I am allowed out when Mommy and Dad are out too and I have learned to stay in the yard.  But sometimes I want out when they won’t go with me so it was a good skill to learn.

On Friday I saw a neighborhood cat slink up to my catnip plantation for his daily nibble: usually I am content to watch him thru the window but that day I decided to put my new skill to use and confront him face to face.  I did.  He wasn’t as nice as I thought he should be, especially as I have shared my catnip with him all summer.  He scratched me!  I wasn’t afraid, I hissed and growled and chased him out of the yard then went back to the door where Mom had come to see what all the commotion was about.  She wanted to coddle me, and medicate my injury  but I wasn’t having any of that baby stuff.  I was the winner!  I was strong and had to be on guard in case that rotten catnip thief came back. I paced by the door, now with the glass closed to prevent more going out alone and swished my tail rapidly, back and forth.

It wasn’t for a couple of hours, until something Mom calls ‘adrenalin’ had run out, that I let her clean my head and then I cried.  It hurt, I was bleeding to death!  Mommy help me! She said it was a good thing I had my shots.  I said I don’t know why, shots didn’t help me fight the thief, it was my own bravery that won the day.

She cuddled me, until I fell asleep.

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