Just enjoying our beautiful Southern California weather on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I did some house cleaning this afternoon--took 10 bags of clothes to Goodwill! (And more to come...). Trying to clean out and downsize a little bit in preparation for retirement.
Took our really old kitty Milo (the white one on the left) to the vet last week. The doctor thinks that he has some sort of upper respiratory infection, so we have to give him meds every day for 10 days. The really fun part are the drops up the nose. In reality, he is a very mellow cat and doesn't protest that too much. Kind of surprising...I don't enjoy nose drops...can't imagine a cat would!
Our other kitty Cleo (the tabby on the right) is quite a unique animal. She is about a year younger than Milo and they have lived together since they were kittens. You would think that by now they would get along. But no...they don't. Milo is very laid back but Cleo will hiss and spit at him if he gets anywhere near her. Usually Milo just takes it, but sometimes he gets sick of it and puts her in her place. Occasionally we'll come home and there will be cat hair on the carpet - telling me that there has been some sort of disagreement while we have been away.
Milo was a feral kitten and was rescued by a good friend of mine. We adopted him in 1995 when he was about 10 months old. My friend had hand-tamed him and he has been a very sweet kitty ever since. Mark found Cleo on thestreet - I guess someone had just dumped her. He brought her home and she has been with us ever since. That was in 1996. All in all, we do enjoy them. I call them my "elderly cats."
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