Why does this series of pictures make me laugh?
Is it Pippi's crooked smile?
Pom Pom's sudden bravery due to the glass partition?
The fact that I've never seen them stare at each other without hissing or barking until this very moment?
They're both acting so serious.
And it's funny.
I really enjoyed the laugh.
I love pets.
It's safe to say Pom Pom pays his dues around here. God bless this sweet cat, he played along with whatever game our five year seemed to be playing here.
When I saw this, I nearly laughed up a lung.
E.T. is that you???
Today I opened the playroom door and found this hilarious site. A patient little soul [our cat] sitting by the kitchen set, dressed in some kind of...chef's hat? Our four-year-old had been wardrobing him while playing "mommy."
I've never seen a cat actually keep a hat on. How is he so patient and tolerant? Maybe I could take lessons from him.
I was laughing so hard that I couldn't hold the camera still. It's blurry. Pom Pom was sitting there acting so serious. Made it that much funnier. [please note the wild-haired naked Barbie in the kitchen]
I think Pom Pom deserves some kind of cat award or something. He has logged in so many hours in that little playroom under our stairs and always has the best attitude.
After preparing to exploit him on my blog taking his picture I made sure the offspring gave him half a bag of treats. He was happy. And surprisingly remained in the same spot. Mellow and unoffended by his outfit.
He hasn't run away yet, even though we let him outside everyday to chill out and watch the lizards and birds. Maybe he sticks around because he knows he's very loved.
Pom Pom wants you to know that after we [collectively] tuck in the offspring, he's still very busy helping manage this blog late at night. Here we are burning the midnight oil. Yep, I'm showcasing my très chic "no make-up, glasses and robe" look while he takes a break from proof reading. Notice his extended front leg in a hugging stance? A trademark move of his. It seems to always be the left leg, so maybe he's a lefty.
Occasionally he gets stubborn and refuses to blog with me. This is when he lays directly on the keyboard and attempts a move he calls, the "hard core snuggle protest."
All in all he's a great assitant. Never asks for a raise, never complains about the work load, doesn't call in sick, and always tries to make me feel good about what I've written.
Not bad.
Weird cat lady signing off.
This is Jay-Z. He's a Siamese like Pom Pom. This weekend he asked his owner to snap a few cell phone shots so that he could send pics over to Pom Pom. [in case you're new, Pom Pom is our cat]
Like Pom Pom, Jay-Z appears to have what I call "box issues."
Pom Pom can so relate. Here he is waiting for the kids to come home from school last week. He decided to camp out in a box full of stacked bills. I've mentioned his other strange box favs before.
Pom Pom noticed that Jay-Z extends that front leg when comfy or relaxed.
Pom Pom does the same.
I wonder if they're distant cousins. Either way, they're two pretty cool cats. It's great they have email to keep them connected.
Pom Pom was bursting with excitement last night while mommy and daddy put lights on the Christmas tree. Can you see it in his face?
We wanted to surprise the offspring when they woke up so we decided to partially decorate the tree in total peace while they snoozed. We'll let them finish it off tonight. We first tried doing a family decorating scene by starting with the front porch when they were all up and running around, but it turned into a disaster. "How could decorating a front porch be a disaster," those without children may be asking themselves. Oh just your run of the mill stuff like our youngest two having freakish potty accidents while running to the bathroom. So husband and I got to play the game, "who's turn is it this time to clean up the ----- off the floor?" Good times.
I'll be dashing around the house this week doing my best to decorate. Yes, it takes about a week when you only have 15-30 minute intervals in between feeding and shuttling four busy offspring to and fro'. But it's all worth it to see the excitement in their eyes when everything is up and Christmas is alive in our house.
Random sidenote: Pom Pom is doing very well. He's still a little slower than usual but oddly enough, more affectionate than ever. I think we hold him almost as much as a newborn these days. I did not know a cat this amazing could actually get sweeter. How is that possible? Maybe he's as grateful as we are that he's alive.
[Pom Pom et moi at a very very late hour last night in between light hanging sessions]
Pom Pom made it back home on Saturday! And we are one happy fam. Here he is hitchin' a ride on husband's shoulder as we do our morning ritual of opening the window shades. He's all about being held.
When we brought him home, we knew he would be in fragile shape for a good while, so we made him the little "recovery room" in our laundry room with his food, water, special bed and....ahem..."potty." It's more like his "safe place" from the three year old.
I would have posted pics sooner, but his eyes are so sensitive to light right now and I couldn't use a flash. So I waited for natural light.
He's still pretty weak, walks with a limp and has no vision in his right eye, but this guy's fought his way through recovery. The vet still cannot understand how he's recovered so quickly. Hello, there were like thousands of people who said a prayer for this cat.
He waisted no time catching up on plenty of his famous hugs and hard-core snuggles. When husband and I were getting ready later that night to go out with some friends, Pom Pom followed me all around the house, begging to be held and meowing. It was as if he had to tell me what all happened to him in his own words. So I held him and attempted to put on make-up. Not an easy task. Nor a pretty result.
Later that night when we got home I did something we've never done before, I let him sleep in our bed. My husband is allergic to cats and does not think a pet belongs in one's bed...ever. Fortunately Pom Pom has never irritated his allergies. It was still a potentially bad move. But I had to try.
Here's the scene:
We're crawling into bed and I frantically turned out all of the lights so he didn't see Pom Pom. He got all comfy then felt something on his foot. "What's this on my foot?" he asked. "I don't know," I casually replied [hoping he would think it was a bag of sand or something] "Is that the cat?" He asked. "Sort of," I said......Total silence......"Well is he going to stay there?" He asked. "Well, he was hit by a car a few days ago and now he's sad, probably insecure and needs comfort," I passive aggressively retorted. All I heard next was "Okay." Followed by snoring.
May I just tell you that Pom Pom humbly stayed in one spot at the foot of the bed and never moved a muscle. I woke up the next morning and he was in the same spot and position. He was so thrilled to have the privilege to be in there. In the past when he tried to sneak into our bed, he was always immediately dis invited by the husband. So Pom Pom would mope his way upstairs to go sleep with one of the offspring. The next morning we'd find him spooning one of them.
I'm pretty sure he'll be in our bed again tonight.
I promise I'm really not some weirdo "cat lady" but if you must know, I'm rather a dog person. But at the time we agreed to get the offspring a pet, a cat was as far as I was willing to go. I thought to myself, "great, it will be sweet, cuddly and not bother me with its bathroom issues." With two out of four kids in diapers can you blame me? But this cat is so beyond sweet, social and affectionate that he really has a way of tugging on the heart strings.
And his story of survival is so post-worthy.
So thanks again for sticking around and especially for the thoughts and sweet prayers. Pom Pom has no idea he's famous, but he does feel the love.
Many of you have requested that I update on Pom Pom. Before I start, let me first say that I have the kindest, most compassionate readers one can imagine. It's like I've just had hundreds of good friends each give Pom Pom a hug and send love to him and our little fam. I can't thank you enough for your kind words, prayers and interest. Our challenge with an injured cat seems so minuscule next to some of the many many other problems in this world, but I'm moved by your empathy for an innocent creature.
Okay, the update:
Pom Pom is still in the hospital and fighting hard to make a come back. His vision is impaired, but we don't know if it's permanent. He has much swelling in his head and cannot smell. He hasn't eaten since the accident. The Vet tells me cats won't eat if they can't smell. Plus he has a dislocated jaw. But he's on plenty of fluids and is making progress.
You'll be happy to know that when I picked him up from the ER early this morning [to transfer him to the vet] he took what little strength he had and actually hugged me with his front arms. I couldn't believe it. This cat is full of so much love. I couldn't let go!
We're mostly hoping to see him function well so that he will be able to come home and be strong enough to find his food bowl and walk to his bed inside. So far, it's looking good and he may be back home as early as Saturday.
I didn't have the heart to photo Pom Pom at the hospital today. Seemed like....somehow it would be cruel considering his state. So I leave you with this picture of him and our number three. They have a very special connection, as you can see. She misses him terribly.
Thank you again for all of this outpour of caring. It's meant the world to us. I'll post when Pom Pom comes home, hopefully this Saturday.
For our cat, Pom Pom. He was hit by a car in our neighborhood today. He has severe head injuries, a broken jaw and is currently blind in his right eye. I just got back from the animal hospital and he's still fighting hard to recover.
As many of you know, Pom Pom is the sweetest and most patient cat and adds so much to our family. It wouldn't be the same without him. He even likes to make appearances on the blog.
Thanks to my friend, Erika, for guiding a hysterical girl on the phone tonight when I was looking for an emergency room for our precious pet fifth child. And thanks to my sister for driving two hours with me and waiting in the hospital.
I feel so bad this happened on our youngest's birthday. All of the offspring were very upset when they saw Pom Pom and wanted to go with us to the hospital. But they needed their rest and Pom Pom needs to recover.
P.S. I promise to get back to design topics, I really had planned some great posts for this week. But I guess you have shared a little of my life lately. The many joys and the challenges. Thank you!
Our cat, Pom Pom, is such a trooper.
