My apologies for not writing a blog the last two weeks. I’ve been resting and recovering from a sprained ankle. It was just about 100 percent when the vet hurt it clipping my nails. I went backwards again, and my mom is upset and sad about it. She misses our walks and hikes, as I do!
The medicine they gave me to help with the inflammation upset my tummy the second round. Let’s just say I’ve been waking mom up every two hours in an urgent need to go outside! It hasn’t been fun for any of us.
I appreciate well wishes and hope I can get back to adventuring sooner than later. In the meantime, I thought I would give you an update on my brother, Mowgli. If you recall, we got him December 3, 2021. He is our Christmas kitty!
When mom and dad took him home, he only weighed 6.3 pounds, and he looked like he was a short-haired tabby. Mowgli does have the “M” on his forehead, but he now weighs in at 13 pounds with flurry fur that goes in every direction. He’s a hot mess most of the time. Ha!
Two vets confirmed that he probably has Russian Siberian in him. If you read the breed information on them, he checks all the boxes. He is wicked smart, playful, and he can be beyond independent to the point of defiant. I’m okay with that because it means he gets told “NO” instead of me!
This also means that he will continue to grow for three more years! I just hope he doesn’t get bigger than me. I’m the big brother, and that would just be wrong on many levels. Woof!
Mom recently read a story about the tabby cat. Since Christmas is around the corner and Mowgli is our Christmas kitty, we thought we’d share it with you. I’ll pass it along the best I can:
When Mary gave birth to the baby Jesus many moons ago, they were in a manger because they couldn’t find any place that would take them in. It was a cold winter’s night, and along with the cows lowing wise man bringing gifts, apparently a cat approached the swaddled baby. He curled up close to Jesus to keep the baby warm, and this touched Mary’s heart…so much that she marked the cat’s forehead with an “M.” Her imprint remains today on all tabby cats.
I don’t know if it is true or not, but I can tell you Mowgli is a pretty cool brother. I can dish it out to him and give him a good-old-fashioned beat down, and he takes it! Even when he gets wound up and jumps on me like he is riding a horse, he never lets his claws out. We take turns chasing each other up the stairs and down the hall. Mom says we sound like a herd of elephants.
Then when I’m ready to nap, he is often nearby. Thankfully, I haven’t had much anxiety issues lately since taking the CBN drops, but when I was disoriented, Mowgli was by my side helping me find my way.
Now, if we could help him learn that we don’t play at 3 or 4 in the morning, that would be great! He attacks dad’s feet and mom’s hands. He’ll start chewing on my legs like I’m made of turkey. He just loves those crunchy foil toys, and he carries them in his mouth, plopping them in the master bathroom so it can echo for all of us to hear: crunch, crinkle, crunch, crinkle. Fortunately, my hearing isn’t so good, so I can sleep through it. Mom…not so much.
Today, he forgot mom had her Rife machine out and stumbled into it. He leapt into the air a couple of feet, feel onto the family room table and fell off it. He shook it off and was determined to fight that case. He showed it who was boss and then slept in. I guess he was taking a break from boxes. He loves playing in them…and eating them! He’s gone through three so far. I have it on good authority he will be getting a new one for Christmas. Shh. It’s a surprise.
Mowgli makes us all laugh with the crab walk. “Dude, there is nothing tough about it. You look silly and make us all laugh.” Perhaps that is he intent. Who knows. What we do know is Mowgli is already finding a new place to hide. He loves sleeping in the bathtub, under the swivel chair, and places we haven’t discovered yet. All we know is none of can find him at times, and we are pretty sure he is watching us and laughing his tail off.
Speaking of his tail, it has a mind and personality of its own. I thought I had a great, curly tail, but Mowgli’s is even more expressive. It flitters to and fro, and when he is really in a mood, it fans out, twice its size. We all take cover and wait for the mood to pass. LOL
This year has been a tough one for me and my family. Between dad’s emergency back surgery, two rounds of COVID, mom’s surgery, my injury, and lots of grown-up stresses I don’t even understand, we are grateful to have Mowgli’s high energy and sweet disposition. He brings us all joy (unless he is shredding the carpets) and provides us with entertainment. We never know what he will do next.
Since I’m not a puppy any more, I’m more predictable. However, Mowgli keeps me on my toes, and that is a good thing…keep me young! And I’m not a cuddler, never have been. Mowgli warms mom’s heart by sitting with her and watching TV. He can be quite demanding with the remote, though. He also snuggles with her, falling asleep at times. He and mom start every day off by bowing their heads together and saying a prayer. Mowgli is more charismatic than mom and will offer up a paw in praise. What a character he is…and a blessing. As mom and dad used to tell me, “I think we’ll keep you another day.” Yes, Mowgli is a keeper.
From me and my family, we wish you a healthy and happy Thanksgiving full of family, fur kids, friends, and great food. As I like to say, “Gobble till you wobble!” Awoof!
My mom, Lorraine Bossé-Smith, is kind enough to help me share my Great Adventures, big and small. My mom is a motivational speaker, corporate trainer, executive recruiter, business consultant, coach, fitness expert, and author of nine published books. More importantly, she’s the best doggy mom ever!
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Get outside! You never know what you’ll discover, and our paths just might cross. Happy tails!