Tag: Bonkers
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gashed
The end of my thumb is bloody gash after Bonkers slashed it open the other night, so I have to type very gingerly right now. Just FYI, in case I suddenly run out of the room to apply a bandage or something. The old boy is crazy about a cat treat called Pounce. He’s already Read.
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spittle
Bonkers is still plugging along in spite of whatever’s wrong inside his head, but the going’s starting to get a little rough. The poor guy has been having trouble swallowing for a while, occasionally leaving little puddles of drool around the water bowl and food dishes, but the problem, whatever it is, has been getting Read.
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OMFG more drivel about cats?
Bonkers sucked all the heat out of his cat bed heater. I’m not sure how he did that. From what little I know about electricity and stuff, the juice is supposed to keep coming out of the wall socket for as long as I have the thing plugged in, but Bonkers seems to have violated Read.
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cat bed
I’m up too early on a Saturday, and I owe it all to Bonkers, the oldest cat here at Our Humble O’Bode, who punched me between the shoulder blades this morning, as he does just about every morning. I think the furry little sausage is keeping track on a scoreboard in his secret lair and… Read.
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promise
Slept in until seven this morning, in spite of the best efforts of a woodpecker, two cats and a passing thunderstorm to keep us awake all night long. The woodpecker keeps pecking on the bird house I put up for him even though he seems to be able to get in and out just fine. Read.
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la-la-lah
Apparently I missed all the fun last night. I hit the hay at about half past nine, but B stayed up late and not only got to see everything, she was right in the middle of it! That’ll teach me to go to bed just because I’m exhausted. While B was sitting up late, working Read.
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dribble
Bonker’s medical condition has deteriorated to the point that he has a lot of trouble swallowing. He’s not as miserably sick as he was when the symptoms first began to manifest themselves. He still likes to sit in my lap. he still has his purr. But there’s a big knot of something bulging from the Read.
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wonky-bonky
Bonkers got his purr back this morning. Actually, he did more than just purr, he went full-goose bozo on me, rubbing his ears against the edge of the table and sticking his hinder up in the air, begging me to pat it, so I did. Even so, I had to pick him up and put Read.
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blown
Nobody’s really sure what’s wrong with the Bonk. His right eyeball has a pupil blow open so wide you could literally drive a Mack truck through it, if it were a smallish Mack truck and you used “literally” to mean “figuratively.” Nobody knows why his pupil’s blown like that. The vet through it was neurological Read.
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correlation
About two weeks ago, I was chatting with a coworker about going to the doctor when she told me about the pain she had in her upper arm. It sounded just like the pain I had in my upper arm, I said. It’s probably a rotator cuff injury like mine, she said. A couple days Read.
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