The week started with a real torture for me ! I had to take Kim to the groomer and I was alone because Mr. G. had his surgery of a benign tumor just this day.

The whole morning until I had to put her in the carrier, she peacefully slept on a chair. But when I closed the living door, she already became suspicious, and hid behind the sofa. I closed all doors leaving only the steps free leading to the basement. With a broom I got her out behind the sofa, she ran into the kitchen and then to the basement, I quickly closed that door too. Now there was only me and the carrier. She sang like the Callas in her best days and I caught her and put her in the carrier and then in the car. I was exhausted ! The whole way long she sang, but once at the groomer she sat on the table, purred and made pasta, while I tried to recuperate ! What a hypocrite cat !

Before Mr. G went to hospital, Pookie took care of his belongings which he would take along, decorating them with her most beautiful hairs. Result, I had to replace the whole laundry. Mr. G. said it wasn't necessary, taking a few cat hairs to hospital is nothing.

While he was away for 3 days Arthur replaced him at the computer.

3 worrying days later, I picked him up and he returned home in full shape, which wasn't my case at all ! I rather was a wreck !

Now Arthur is his nurse and keeps him company. Kim too.

Pookie was quiet disappointed when a friend brought Belgian chocolate, they had no mouse or bird smell.

Rosie the housewife has got a new cover for her basket from my cleaning lady and therefore threw out all her toys ! Isn't she a poor orphan ?

The weather is nice so Arthur tries out the garden sheds. First one neighbor

Then the other, my friend Dominique. I was there because we painted together and Arthur waited on the roof until I came out in the garden for a break. I almost got a heart attack when above me I suddenly heard his Hitchcock voice making "meeeoooooow".

Rosie was on the other side of the hedge and they tried to play together, but it didn't work very well.


Summer at sparklecat.com said...

I'm glad to hear that the tumor was benign and Mr. G is okay! I'm sure the cats think so too.

Hannah and Lucy said...

We're so pleased that Mr. G is fine and his tumour was benign. Thank goodness for Arthur taking over the computer chair and keeping it warm for him.
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx

Linens and Royals said...

Kim, stop making such a fuss about going to the groomer. You know you love it when you get there.
Arthur, stay away from Mr G's computer. I know you know all his passwords, doesn't mean you can use them.
Pookie the chocs were not for you. Get over it.
Rosie, stop looking annoyed because you don't like your toys anymore.
The four of you must be extra nice to Mr and Mrs G while they are having a tough time.

Deb said...

Love the photo of Rosie after throwing all her toys aside. So funny. Deb

catsynth said...

Glad to hear the surgery went well and that Mr. G. is recovering nicely. Arthur is a good nurse.

Luna is a bit like Kim when it comes to the carrier. She seems to know when it's coming out, and cries the entire time from first seeing it until we arrive at our destination.

Angel Ginger Jasper said...

Firstly I am glad that Mr G's surgery went well and wish him a speedy recovery. Glad the groomers went well too although not so well for you. Loved seeing all Arthurs adventures. Hugs GJ x

The Furries of Whisppy said...

Glad that the surgery went well and Mr G is home, recuperating. We hope you have a good rest too!
Taking Kim to the groomer is always such an adventure. :)

meowmeowmans said...

We are so glad that Mr. G is okay. Thank goodness the tumor was benign!

The cats all looks great. How funny that Kim makes such a fuss about going in the carrier, but acts like an angel at the grommer's. :)

Ellen Whyte said...

Good to hear Mr G is good to go; poor thing! And you too. The cats are sure keeping you occupied.

michico*Adan*Lego-小芥*阿丹*樂高 said...

Purrs for all of you~!!!
I am also very glad to know about Mr G~~~~

Arthur is a really nice boy.