Ask Dr. Love and Bruce – New Kitten in the House

Guess what? We are going to give kitties (and humans) advice! It’s like being in furapy, except free. So if you have a question, please ask! Today’s question is from Treasie, who is having a problem with a new kitten in the house.

-DL&B

“Treasie here with an update on my dilemma!!!! Marble and I are not friends or buddies but I tolerate her for my mommies. She had the nerve to disturb my sleep at 3am to chase me out of my corner of the bed i have slept in since i was a kitten by my mommie and sleep there when she was by our young adult mommie REALLY? so i had this prob Sunday and mommie is not very nice with either of us, yeesh she brought the nuisance in so it is fair i throw a temper tantrum, Right? Loves and purrs”

Doc’s response:

Dear Treasie–

I’d be hissed off, too, if our mommy brought a kitten to the house! Our kitty cousins lived with us for a bit, and it was pretty awful. Our one cousin peed all over the place, and that made our mom (and me and Bruce) realllllly mad! I hissed and growled at my cousins a lot.

Bruce and I are from the same litter, and sometimes we don’t get along. Actually, we often don’t get along. Bruce is a big noodlebrain who hogs the blankets on the bed and lub lubs from our mom. But I’ve learned to just deal with him. When he came back from his wingding operation, he smelled really funny, and I was mad at him for it. I hissed at him a lot, but eventually I was okay with him being around again.

I think you’ll eventually get used to Marble. We’ve never tried it, but some humans say that feliway can make cats calmer, either with a diffuser or spray. My mom gave me some anti-anxiety drops she got from amazon when my cousins were around, and they chilled me out. Do you each have your own blankies and boxes? Bruce and I hang out in different spots in the house–I like the cat tree, Bruce likes the couch. Kittens are really active, too, but she’ll eventually quiet and calm down. You were probably a crazy kitty when you were young, too. We all were! I think if it helps you, you should throw a tantrum, but then move on from it. My mom says that hate is baggage. But then again, I really like to nap on her baggage and suitcase. So maybe you should bite Marble’s face, but try not to make her bleed.

Hope this helps,
Dr. Love

Bruce’s response:

Eat noms. Then pee on everything so that kitten knows who’s the boss!
-Bruce

Keep calm and wrestle on.

Le Chat – Starring Bruce Stringsteen

I figured I would expand my horizons to film making.

This is best viewed while philosophically smoking a cigarette and wearing a beret.

-B

Frowup Fursday / Throwback Thursday — Lub Lubs and “The Yellow Shirt”

Sucking my ma’s ear

Hi everyone. It’s me, Bruce. Doc is snoozing on Ma’s bed, so while she is doing that, I get some computer time.

On today’s edition of Frowup Fursday / Throwback Thursday, I will share some adorable pictures of one of the best gingers to ever grace the planet–even better than Mrs. Weasley, Mom says!

I will admit–I still sometimes like to suck my mom’s ear. It’s NOT babyish, like Doc tells me. Lub lubs make me feel good and warm and cozy, especially when I cuddle in her underarm hair. And my mom’s ear tastes good, sort of like human flesh flavored noms. I’ve graduated mainly to licking my mom’s cheek, though. Preferably her left one (despite what the pic says, her left side is much tastier). Then I knead her neck and face with my little claws. And I only suckle in the morning. And only in bed. She thinks it’s adorable. The picture on the left is from June 2010. I was just a baby kitten (about seven weeks old, maybe) and this was the second or third day I was with my mom.

Now, I wish to show you a not too much throwback photo of me from February 2012. Besides the handsome hunk of ginger fluff who has turned into a robust man cat, what else do you see?

My mom loves me!

Well, my mom’s cheek is abnormally reddish pink, because I was licking her face. Apparently, sand paper tongue + dry winter skin = flaky and irritated human skin. And she’s wearing glasses instead of contacts. But what else do you notice? I mean, besides me giving her kissies in the first pic, and her kissing me in the second pic? And that both pics are selfies because Mom doesn’t have any friends (well, she has like, three friends, and two of them are cats).

Doc unwrapping presents at our first barfday party.

Okay, last pic I included which is of Dr. Stinky, so she won’t complain how she’s not included. This picture was from our first barfday party in May 2011. It was a luau party and we had good noms and cake and presents and a barfday card that meowed! It was the best barfday party ever, besides our second barfday party (which was a Kentucky Derby themed party).

Do you see what I’m trying to get to yet?

Mom is wearing the same shirt! It’s a yellow shirt from the high school she graduated from (in 2002!). It’s has a basketball on the front and the back says, “The Sixth Man.” I’m not sure where the first five went. And I know for a fact that my mom is a girl! And even though I wasn’t alive in 2002, I’m pretty sure my mom is too short to play basketball. And we definitely know that she doesn’t watch basketball.

Despite what you may think, I just want everyone to know that my mom does own more shirts than this yellow shirt–she just wears this one excessively. It’s her ‘work’ shirt, but not the kind of work shirt that she wears to work, but the kind of work shirt one wears to pretend to work around the kitchen, but instead watches tv on the couch. I think she likes to wear it so often because it accompanies my orange fur quite well. And here’s the funny thing–there are a few other pictures of her on her Peoplebook of her wearing the shirt, too. Since it’s gotten colder, I don’t see her in a short sleeve short too often, but I have reason to suspect she wears it under her hoodie.

Please let me know if you’d like to donate to the “Buy Mom Another Shirt” fund, either with a monetary gift or a t-shirt gift. You can also donate noms to the “Brucie Nom Nom Fund” is so desired.

Time to get settled down for bedtime. Night everyone!

-B