Simba’s actually finishing up a yawn in this picture, but I like it because he looks like he’s smiling.

After two weeks of being over at R’s, Simba came back over to my place tonight. Simba usually goes to R’s when I travel, but over the course of the last six months, we’ve had to deal with urinary tract infections. That means trips to the vet and since I know R will not take my cat to a crappy vet, he handles the office visits for me so I don’t have to take time off of work (have I mentioned what an awesome boyfriend I have??)

Simba’s getting to be a certain age in cat years where I’ve got to be more careful about what I feed him. Especially since he’s been neutered. So since this is round number two of UTI goodness, Simba’s got a permanent diet change and can only drink bottled water for the rest of his kitty life. He’s also currently taking antibiotics and anti-anxiety meds.

Anti-anxiety meds lead to looks like this:

This is Simba’s Stoner Look. It says “okay, you’re taking a picture of me again and I don’t give a rat’s patootie about that.”

And it eventually leads to this look:

This look says “Do whatever you want lady. I’m going back to my nap on the corner of your bed.”

My first exposure to Siamese cats was watching Lady and the Tramp. Si and Am were two evil cats who manage to get the dogs kicked out of the house. Those who have Siamese cats know that they are a breed unto themselves. These two lovelies were given to me by Mrs. B, R’s Mom. They are in the China hutch that I brought home after Mom’s funeral along with the baseball playing nuns my grandmother gave me and Grandma Paulsen’s China Cake Plate and Lifter (yes the lifter is china too).