Each morning I give my cats a special treat in form of a creme full of vitamines.

Pookie loves it most, she eats it out of the tube.

Rosie watches ! She doesn't like at all when I am busy with Pookie, she has become very jalous and considers me as her own private pet.



These were Arthurs hunting places at Skeeter's a wonderful place full of mousies and moles !

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Since Lisa gets her "Happy Pill" each day, she doesn't yowl anymore during night and sleeps well. When I have to go to my litterbox it's now ME who wakes HER up ! She leads her little grandmacat life, eats well, makes her little walks outside and hisses at all cats who come near her.
I am really happy about the result.

For Easter Mr. Weather (it only can be a man and not a woman) surprised us with snow !! We didn't have any the whole winter and Christmas was quite warm so what else can cats do when it's white and cold outside ?

They sleep like Pookie and Kim.

Arthur and Rosie are the only once who are awake, which is not quite true, only Rosie really is, poor Arthur is always disturbed in his naps.

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As Lisa continued to wake me up several times during the night with her yowling, I finally took her to the vet.

it had been quite a long time, but she knew immediately what this gridded thing meant and tried to hide. Finally I got her in.

She was quite good in the car and only meowed a little. I didn't need ear plugs.

This is my vet since many years she checked Lisa from top to bottom. Everything was fine. Her fur, her weight, her eyes and ears. I was already relieved. When I told her how Lisa behaves and about her yowling every night, she told me that Lisa has a sort of depression like elderly people can get too. It was a long word with something neuro ... (in french of course) and that she needs to take medication for that. She gave this little plastic bottle and told me to give her half a pill per day. (Now you can imagine what it means giving a cat a pill !)

On the way back I let Lisa out of the cage and she sat on the backseat and looked out of the window. As soon as she heard our garage door and I had opened the car she jumped out and ran upstairs into the living room. Here I showed her her pills and suggested to take one !

As usual cats never do what they are asked for and after this agitated morning Lisa retired on her favourite place (for the moment) in Mr. Gattino's office on the sofa.

Curiously she is quite good when we give her the pill. I held her and Mr. Gattino opens her mouth and throws the pill in. She seems to accept this procedure, doesn't struggle too much and doesn't scratch either.

Now it's 4 days she gets this pill and it is far better ! She only wakes me up one or two times instead of 4 or 5 and seems to sleep and feel better. In one months I have to return to see her progresses.

My friends are teasing me now and say that I became very posh ! I live in Waterloo and have a depressed cat ! Because Waterloo has become a sort of "Beverly Hills" of Brussels since a few years and only posh people live here !

Little Rosie found a little bag which was in the bottle, stole it and was playing around with it.

And she still gathers her mousies around the food bowls. Do you think I have to take her to a psychiatrist ? (Hehe !)

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Arthur arrived ponctually in his Man Cat Club

and as a real Belgian cat he had of course a couple of beers !

He even brought along his beer tent

Unfortunately Arthur never knows when to stop, but before he collapsed he could pronounce his wishes !