My Cousin Pepe

Skunk: “Got a container stuck on your head, huh? Tough break.”
Chaplin: “I already told you, it’s not stuck, there’s just a little bit of food still in it that I have gotten yet.”

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(Somewhat) Wordless Wednesday: Kitten Under Glass


Dada’s Note: Chaplin seems to be doing a bit better after his ordeal. Although we still aren’t sure what it was on the original X-Ray that prompted his vet to send us to the specialist—the ultrasound that was done about 6-8 hours later didn’t show the foreign “mineral/non-food” material in his stomach and colon that the X-Ray did—he has definitely been off for a while. But he is beginning to get back to his old self, demanding treats and asking to play with his toys and annoying his sister. Based on his bloodwork, at the moment, we suspect that whatever he ate irritated his digestive system and maybe caused a mild case of pancreatitis from which he has started to recover. Short-term feeding changes (many small meals of easily digestible food) appear to be helping him get over this little episode, plus we have anti-nausea medication and a prescription for a special GI diet, which we may not end up using, but they’re there if we need them.

In the meantime, Charlee, who had been helping herself to Chaplin’s uneaten portions for an indeterminate period of time before we caught on, has become a little butterball who reports that it’s a nice break for her when her brother is feeling under the weather.

We Interrupt the Fictional Story of Chaplin Eating Something and Getting in Trouble with the Actual Story of Chaplin Eating Something and Getting in Trouble

Today’s regularly scheduled blog post will be appearing next week instead as our main character in this particular series, Chaplin, decided to demonstrate how accurate his characterization is by eating something he shouldn’t have and landing at the emergency vet. 🚨🚑 After Chaplin spent most of the day and evening in the vet, the final verdict (via ultrasound) was that there’s no blockage, and so surgery was (narrowly) avoided. But the weekend was definitely shot even more than most weekends are these days …

Tune in next week when the tale of the ice cream cup will continue!

The Ice Cream Cup Of Shame

Lulu: “Why are you wearing a Cone of Shame? Were you biting yourself or something?”
Chaplin: “It’s not a Cone of Shame. Cones of Shame are for dogs. It’s an ice cream cup with cat food smeared on the inside.”

Lulu: “All right, but why are you wearing it on your head?”
Chaplin: “Because I didn’t get all the cat food out of it yet.”

Lulu: “Doesn’t that make it hard to see? Aren’t you afraid you’ll bump into something?”
Chaplin: “No. I don’t need eyes and ears to find my way around. I have other preternatural cat senses.”
Lulu: “Such as?”
Chaplin: “Finely tuned and highly sensitive whiskers, for one.”

Lulu: “You do realize your finely tuned and highly sensitive whiskers are also inside the cup, right?”
Chaplin: “I said FOR ONE.”

Later …