mybuddybinks
Member Since 2010
Hello, everyone...
Well, I awoke in the wee hours to a horrid choking/gagging sound, and knew it was the Binkster.
I shot out of bed in sheer panic fearing he was choking or having a seizure, and hit the lights, only to find that I had left the Dreaded Kibble Bowl down.
And there was my boy...so absolutely THRILLED with his discovery that he was squeaking with excitement as he devoured his treasured contraband...
hence the frightening noises :lol:
This little devil is going to finish me by coronary one way or the other...
either due to panic or laughter!
All is well in Binkstown...the ambg is from yesterday, as it would be silly to take a kibble-test this morning.
His shortened claw has grown a healthy cover of skin, and hope to see it actually regrow the claw itself, though we're not sure that it will.
The bean only held fast on the wearing of the Hell-moot for two & a half days...he was miserable...
and i was sure that a cat who comes to me to police butt Klingons and dirty feet would have no desire to
clean the injured claw...and i was right.
He is done with the ABs and we stopped the Tramadol halfway through...so he's back in action...
terrorizing Smudge and continuing the "I Like You/I Hate You" Dance with Little Annie Fannie.
They're like couple of teenagers...it's pretty cute to watch.
So things are quite copacetic in our world...
The bean is out of all restraints (HA! like i ever showed restraint :lol: ) and off all meds...
the kitties as well...healthy and happy...
and the laptop is working again.
What more could we ask for?
Only three things...health for our ailing family members, kitty & bean alike...heart healing for those who have suffered loss...and fun & happiness for us all!
and we wanted to share this Pic N Grin..
Celi, Binks & the Tortie Girls
Well, I awoke in the wee hours to a horrid choking/gagging sound, and knew it was the Binkster.
I shot out of bed in sheer panic fearing he was choking or having a seizure, and hit the lights, only to find that I had left the Dreaded Kibble Bowl down.
And there was my boy...so absolutely THRILLED with his discovery that he was squeaking with excitement as he devoured his treasured contraband...
hence the frightening noises :lol:
This little devil is going to finish me by coronary one way or the other...
either due to panic or laughter!
All is well in Binkstown...the ambg is from yesterday, as it would be silly to take a kibble-test this morning.
His shortened claw has grown a healthy cover of skin, and hope to see it actually regrow the claw itself, though we're not sure that it will.
The bean only held fast on the wearing of the Hell-moot for two & a half days...he was miserable...
and i was sure that a cat who comes to me to police butt Klingons and dirty feet would have no desire to
clean the injured claw...and i was right.
He is done with the ABs and we stopped the Tramadol halfway through...so he's back in action...
terrorizing Smudge and continuing the "I Like You/I Hate You" Dance with Little Annie Fannie.
They're like couple of teenagers...it's pretty cute to watch.
So things are quite copacetic in our world...
The bean is out of all restraints (HA! like i ever showed restraint :lol: ) and off all meds...
the kitties as well...healthy and happy...
and the laptop is working again.
What more could we ask for?
Only three things...health for our ailing family members, kitty & bean alike...heart healing for those who have suffered loss...and fun & happiness for us all!
and we wanted to share this Pic N Grin..
Celi, Binks & the Tortie Girls