Monday, 3 October 2011
10 whole months old!
Who would've thought our little baby after only 10 months is already looking like a handsome little man. After his last trip to his masi's he was extremely affectionate on his return which is always well received.
Sunday, 5 June 2011
All grown up
Once the cone had been removed it was swapped for a collar and boy did he look handsome.
The busy life of Hugonus
Completely relaxed
Awkward sleeping position
Being Weighed (had to use treats to entice him to stay put)
The usual musala game
Watching the Royal Wedding, very entertained
Helping mummy on her birthday
First time on shelves, not as fun as he imagined
Nap time with dad
One of many vet trips he had to take
The Hugosectomy
Last week was another one of those landmark events in our little boys life. Wednesday was the day our Hugus went to get neutered. After wondering what he did wrong as he seemed to be staring into an empty food bowl he watched curiously as I prepared his carrier once again. In he went, oblivious for what was ahead of him. He didn't flinch, didn't complain, didn't make a single sound and I was beginning to feel happier at the thought of him finally becoming accustomed to travelling to the vets.
Once we arrived, I filled in all the paperwork and was advised on the neutering procedure. He would be taken in to surgery in the early afternoon, the deed would be done and he would also be microchipped. I would then ring at about 2pm to see how everything went and book a consultation for around 7pm if he didn't need an overnight stay. I left my little baby in their capable hands.
The rest of the day was spent clock watching, I waited eagerly to make the call. It was good news. Well sort of. The operation was successful but I needed to come to the surgery much earlier at 4 and all would be explained later. I was puzzled, but happy thinking he must've taken well to the surgery and therefore didn't need to stay any longer. Boy was I wrong.
I went to the vets, slightly earlier than expected and the minute I mentioned 'Hugo" I was ushered into a room. In he came in his carrier NO CONE!!!! Hooray!!! Apparently the reason for his short visit was due to our sweethearts aggressive nature. I was bewildered. She explained once Hugo had come to, they were unable to go anywhere near him as he was vicious and no nurse or vet could handle him. They also advised they had not managed to clean his wound and that we would have to make sure he cleaned it once we got home. I stood there shocked, she sensed it and peered into his carrier which triggered off exactly what she had described. He snarled and hissed and bare his teeth in a way I had never witnessed. I then peered into to offer soothing, comforting words and on seeing my face he immediately changed back to the Hugo we know and love and meow'ed in his usual manner. I thanked the vet and went to gather up the remaining paperwork at the front desk, only to be told I would no longer need to bring Hugus in unless it was a COMPLETE emergency. We had been rejected. Hugo had successfully managed to get himself chucked out of a perfectly good veterinary practice. I imagine this feeling to be similar to that of having your child expelled.
Anyway once home Hugo rushed out of his carrier and straight away started cleaning his wound until he was satisfied that he was ready to face the world. He was still drowsy from his drugs but he ate and cuddled and then settled himself down. What a day.
Once we arrived, I filled in all the paperwork and was advised on the neutering procedure. He would be taken in to surgery in the early afternoon, the deed would be done and he would also be microchipped. I would then ring at about 2pm to see how everything went and book a consultation for around 7pm if he didn't need an overnight stay. I left my little baby in their capable hands.
The rest of the day was spent clock watching, I waited eagerly to make the call. It was good news. Well sort of. The operation was successful but I needed to come to the surgery much earlier at 4 and all would be explained later. I was puzzled, but happy thinking he must've taken well to the surgery and therefore didn't need to stay any longer. Boy was I wrong.
I went to the vets, slightly earlier than expected and the minute I mentioned 'Hugo" I was ushered into a room. In he came in his carrier NO CONE!!!! Hooray!!! Apparently the reason for his short visit was due to our sweethearts aggressive nature. I was bewildered. She explained once Hugo had come to, they were unable to go anywhere near him as he was vicious and no nurse or vet could handle him. They also advised they had not managed to clean his wound and that we would have to make sure he cleaned it once we got home. I stood there shocked, she sensed it and peered into his carrier which triggered off exactly what she had described. He snarled and hissed and bare his teeth in a way I had never witnessed. I then peered into to offer soothing, comforting words and on seeing my face he immediately changed back to the Hugo we know and love and meow'ed in his usual manner. I thanked the vet and went to gather up the remaining paperwork at the front desk, only to be told I would no longer need to bring Hugus in unless it was a COMPLETE emergency. We had been rejected. Hugo had successfully managed to get himself chucked out of a perfectly good veterinary practice. I imagine this feeling to be similar to that of having your child expelled.
Anyway once home Hugo rushed out of his carrier and straight away started cleaning his wound until he was satisfied that he was ready to face the world. He was still drowsy from his drugs but he ate and cuddled and then settled himself down. What a day.
Friday, 13 May 2011
A Tale of Two Collars
As our beautiful little darling is growing up we thought it was high time he started wearing a collar like all the other big cats. We had previously tried to slyly slip one on but he was not having it... however during his evening nap we managed to distract him enough for it to STAY on. He looked SO HANDSOME! We were so proud. We went to bed hoping he would cope with it and he DID! We were so happy he really had matured and accepted his new accessory.
Or so we thought.
Two days later we found it. Behind the sofa. Worse than the plant. Devastation.
BUT as it turns out he would have to embrace his collar as there was some bad news around the corner... As he has passed the milestone age of 5 months it was time for his neutering op. with solemn faces we set off early for the vets and Hugo was prepped for his op. But it wasn't meant to be as his front paw needed to be treated as Hugo had been picking at it for week, so he has still to brave his operation. However as much as he hated the collar, a worse fate had been bestowed upon him.
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Many weeks have passed
It has been a long time since we posted news on our four legged family member and quite a lot has happened.
First of all, he has grown. Both ways. It's shocking. But true. He is no longer our tiny little fluff ball he is beginning to mature (I use this word loosely) into a beautiful feline. His mental growth has yet to catch up with him. His long limbs are still as clumsy as ever and there are only a few moments in a day that we are able to witness the gracefulness that should come so naturally to our little Hugo. This behaviour does lead him to be quite entertaining, after all this time it is still incredibly hilarious watching him attack his on shadow.
He has also acquired grown up sleeping habits. After a crazy, hectic day he ensures to fit in his standard 20 cat nap hours (how I envy the little thing). He starts the napping off at around 2am when he cries to jump in and reside with his head on the pillow in the master bedroom. He then wakes with the first alarm (the one which sounds to remind us we have only 10minutes of sleep time) he yawns as his dad switches it onto snooze... and finally as he watches his dad drift off into semi-sleep, he too places his head back on the pillow and snores.
The weather has been throwing him slightly as he is now being forced to shift from under the covers and find new cool spots, all the while staying close to his adopted parents.
First of all, he has grown. Both ways. It's shocking. But true. He is no longer our tiny little fluff ball he is beginning to mature (I use this word loosely) into a beautiful feline. His mental growth has yet to catch up with him. His long limbs are still as clumsy as ever and there are only a few moments in a day that we are able to witness the gracefulness that should come so naturally to our little Hugo. This behaviour does lead him to be quite entertaining, after all this time it is still incredibly hilarious watching him attack his on shadow.
He has also acquired grown up sleeping habits. After a crazy, hectic day he ensures to fit in his standard 20 cat nap hours (how I envy the little thing). He starts the napping off at around 2am when he cries to jump in and reside with his head on the pillow in the master bedroom. He then wakes with the first alarm (the one which sounds to remind us we have only 10minutes of sleep time) he yawns as his dad switches it onto snooze... and finally as he watches his dad drift off into semi-sleep, he too places his head back on the pillow and snores.
The weather has been throwing him slightly as he is now being forced to shift from under the covers and find new cool spots, all the while staying close to his adopted parents.
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