We're BACK!!!!

Well, a lot has gone on since I've last written in the log. Callie has us completely trained now. We (or should i say I) get up every morning between 3 and 3:30am to let her out. She starts with a quiet little "meow" and then gives me a minute... or 30 seconds to respond. If I don't, the quiet little "meow" volume increases exponentially until I finally give in. If I try to wait too long, it's not just the volume... she then jumps on my chest and meows at the top of her voice. I think I can actually hear the words "Can you hear me now???" and I can't possibly ignore that! She also makes sure her food dish is always full, whether she is planning on eating right then or not. She will get your attention, then take you into the kitchen where her bowl is and sit in front of it looking at you like "What's your problem? Can't you see it's getting low? Get with the program... add some food!" which of course we do immediately. Needless to say, she has us wrapped around her little claws... which brings us to another point. I have finally learned that her claws are VERY sharp and she knows how to use them! Of course it's usually my fault if I'm clawed. Now that I know it only hurts or bleeds for a minute or two I do tend to play more with her. Now, the next adventure is about to begin. Check back soon to hear all about Buddy... the new kid on the block (and possibly Callie's son) and how he has wormed his way into our hearts.. and soon... into our house.

"First Day in Captivity"

Well, as expected it was a very long night. She hardly ever left me. Just to get a drink or meow loudly in my ear asking to go out. Tonight I'll get some sleep... I hope.

We got up a little early so we could get her room all arranged. I was thinking of putting flowers and a fruit basket as a welcome gift like they do at the finer hotels, but decided that might be a little much. After all, it's only for 4 days and she'll have great company at night. So, Bruce and I are ready to walk out the door to go to work and that means it's time to put here into the bathroom... ah.. hotel room for the day. Worked just fine... picked her up, carried her in, put her by her food and she started eating. Said good bye, closed the door and walked out to work with a heavy heart.

10 hours later...We arrive home and I go flying to the bathroom to see how my baby made it through the day. She was no worse for wear. I opened the door and she didn't bolt out, she just walked out calmly and of course went immediately to the front door with her usualy meow to be let out. We did find that she has pulled Bruce's shirt from a hook on the back of the bathroom door and pulled it over into her bed. Guess she wanted a little Bruce smell so she didn't feel so alone. I still can't figure out how she was able to get it off the hook! She's a tricky little kitty. I think we still have a lot to learn about cats.

Of course, when it was time for bed... there she was again. As close to me as she could get. I'm beginning to wonder if this is payback for her extended vacation. Well, tomorrow will be her second day in captivity... we'll see what she remembers from today. Will she hide right before it's time for us to leave for work? Will she remember? Only time will tell.

She's Home!

She's home!!!!!!!!!! I must confess, I did call and check on her while she was vacationing. I still can't believe how much I missed this little creature. From the looks of things, I think she was glad to be home also. Of course, the first thing she wanted was to go outside... right to the door with a good healthy meow. Now, how do you tell the little thing "I'm so glad you're home, it's good to see you, and NO you can't go outside for 5 more days! It's gonna be rough.

Now the other fear we have will definitely become a reality... the infamous litter box!!! Up until this point, it was used only in emergencies and there has NEVER been any "large deposits" if you get my drift. Well, I know she can't hold it for 5 days... but my hope is she will know how to use it when she needs it. Scary.

Tonight was a little tough because she wanted to be close. If she had been any closer to me she would have been behind me! I'm sitting in a recliner and she jumps up (nothing wrong with her jumper) and sits on my chest... yes my chest... not the normal lap cat. She decides that this is where she will spend the night. It doesn't matter that I can't breathe and that as she does her kneeding thing that her nails are going into SKIN not material! OUCH! I try moving her down to my lap, but over the course of 30 minutes she has wiggled her way back up. So, OK, we'll accept this for the night. Who needs sleep anyway. Tomorrow is another day... I can sleep then.

Tomorrow will be her first day being locked in the bathroom during the day with all the comforts of home... food, water, kitty litter box. We really can't give her run of the house because there's too many places she can get in trouble. Check in tomorrow to see how things turn out.

The Big Day!!!

The vet called!!! She told me all went well with the surgery and that Callie is awake, eating and using the litterbox! She's had all her vaccinations, and they will start the worming medicine tomorrow (for that I am VERY thankful). Then, she's basically on a vacation at the Gresham Animal Hospital Resort until next monday. We decided to make this a luxury stay for her so that she would have staff to see to all her needs during the day as she recuperates (since we're gone almost 12 hours a day at work) That seems like a very long time to be kittyless. Who would think that dog people could become such cat people!!!!!