She was brave and strong, and objected valiantly to being fed pills and other strange things, but her kidneys got the better of her in the end.

She liked hiding )

It's been over a month. I still miss my kitty.

(a small question for my readers: can anyone see that picture?) Edit: I have fixed it now.
Poor Mips. Looked into the basement all night.

I heard her when I went downstairs at half past four. There were much annoyed meowing bofore she agreed to some cuddling in bed.

Lap warmer

Oct. 13th, 2011 06:08 pm
Mips is sleeping in my lap. This is a lot more remarkable than it might seem, but she has done it quite a lot in the last week and a half or so. She never used to before that. It was only M's lap that was acceptable. It's very pleasant: she's all curled up, and I can pet her as much as I want.

I had another surprise this morning. I came down to find a half-eaten meatball in the frying pan on the kitchen table. Since neither M nor I have the habit of biting off half a meatball and put the other half back in the pan, I drew the conclusion that a certain furry member of the family had decided to try a new diet.

She's never been interested in treats. Pentium, on the other hand, loved treats, and we always had to cover leftover food (sometimes even the food we were about to eat). With just Mips, we have been a little careless, I suppose.

We're waiting for M to come home from work. Then, I expect, she'll move quickly!

Edit: I just found her helping herself to the dried-up remains of the scrambled eggs we had for lunch. Hmm.
Most of yesterday afternoon, Mips sat in the kitchen doorway and looked grumpy. She said: "Matte, there's a big fat lump in the middle of the floor. I saw you bring it inside, so don't pretend you don't know what it is. Remove it this instant!" Little did she know that before long there would be two lumps. And Mussehatte doing unusual things ("unusual" is about the most offensive thing you can do to a cat). And the chairs moved into the living room.

The lump in question was our new dishwasher. The old one... let's just say it didn't work.

The dishwasher came with an installation manual in the form of tiny pictures. We spent a good while guessing at what they might depict. In the end we had to rely on exclusion: that's probably the little plastic bar, so that must be the metal one, ok, and that little square with the faint lines in it -- the bag of nails?

There's still a big lump in the kitchen, but now it's the old dishwasher, and for some reason, Mips seems more okay with that. We'll remove it later. Perhaps tonight.
Last weekend we finally handed the house in Boltjärn -- the 1950s kitchen, the pale-coloured walls, the two bathrooms, the general feeling of spaciousness, the marvellous view -- back to its owners. I think I'm going to miss it, but only a little. It's nice to have a house of one's own, we have water on two sides, and two people should be able to share one bathroom, right?

Mips seems to like it here, especially when she's got her tree back, now with a bookshelf added. I saw a mouse the other day (outside), but she probably hasn't noticed them yet. Just as well, I suppose.

I have already started to contemplate various redesigns of the house -- it only has one entrance, for example, and that's the kitchen entrance -- even though I should focus on living in it as it is. But daydreaming can be good for you, and perhaps I'll figure out something really smart. Today's most important question is: do we put up the red curtains in the living room (they clash terribly with the wallpapers) or do we do something else?

There'll be photos eventually, but I must configure the web server first. Perhaps I should go and do precisely that.
Yesterday was the day when Mips finally moved to the new house. She seems to have settled, and very kindly helped M setting up the TV.
Having lived about ten years with cats in the house, M and I have been used to not leaving doors open. This was important with Pentium, but a little less so with Mips, who doesn't want to go out. Nevertheless, if she finds a hole in the wall, she will eventually overcome her fear, and check what's on the other side.

However, opening and closing the door when you're carrying moving crates is more trouble than it's worth. So the last few days there has been not so few occasions when the front door was propped open for a while. Mips was duly worried about this. The bed's gone, the sofa's gone, the bookcases are gone, and now more stuff is going. Have you sold all of my domain? Are you going to leave me here all alone?

At the same time Pim-pim, the neighbours' cat was patrolling his domain. He has a large one: it surrounds our house completely, and also includes most of the meadow across the road. I have seen him having lunch on our lawn on more than one occasion. Now, he suddenly noticed a part of it which was completely unexplored!

From the back of the car, where we were arranging the crates, we saw him climbing the steps with confidence, and just a tad of caution. He disappeared through the door, was gone for five seconds or so, then turned up, running and jumping through the railing. He made a small circle on the lawn, and started up the steps again. This time I followed him inside. I saw him creep along the hallway and peek into the living room. Then he turned, quickly, and came running, jumped onto the lawn again, tail all bushy. After him came Mips, the puzzled look on her face. She stopped in the doorway and looked out.

Pim-pim didn't try to come back inside, but a while later he made a point of rolling in the grass in front of the door (allowing me to pet him at the same time). I think they had agreed on the partitioning of their domains.
Poor Mips.

She needs medication for her kidneys. She does not like it.

Every evening at about eight, M or I start moving. This means it's time for her pill and oil. Tonight she hid under an armchair in the living room, and sat there quietly, thus escaping the unavoidable for several minutes. But we always catch her in the end, and put that detestable pill in her mouth.

She has become quite clever. She can swallow and make a quick lick of her lips, and then spit it out a while later. Now and then we find one, dried, on the floor. And she knows perfectly well that we don't want to hold her when she claws at out fingers.

There's certainly temper left in her, even if she only has one kidney.
I called the vet's to ask about a prescription for Mips (her kidneys aren't what they used to be), and talked to a merry-sounding nurse. She referred to Mips as "lilljänta", which can be translated as "little lass", and which I found totally charming.
I have plenty of things to post about, really. For example...


They are feeding on the balcony right now (No, not 'feeding on the balcony', actually they're feeding on sunflower seeds).


I'm stuck at an action scene. Nuff said for now.

The new house

Yes, there is one. It's only a kilometre up the road, so moving will be relatively uncomplicated.

Mips the cat

Of course I can talk about Mips, I always can.


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