Nicknames: Bear (Torbjorn means Thor's Bear in Norwegian), Bearski, Fuzzy Brother
Birthday: March 27th 2009
Likes: Chasing his jingle ball around the house and getting treats, He also likes watching the squirrels eat sunflower seeds on the deck.
Pet-Peeves: Being picked up when he doesn't want to be. And cat shows. Especially cat shows.
Favorite Toy: Jingle ball!
Favorite Nap Spot: Top level of the cat tree.
Favorite Food: Freeze-dried cod, chicken or venison.
Skills: He likes to "sit" against the doorjamb or the wall with his hind legs stretched out and his belly showing.
Arrival Story: We just wanted another kitten, and ended up with two (Victoria the Ragdoll joined us, too)
Bio: Bear came to us from Kashi Saga cattery. His full name is Kashi Saga Pirate Torbjorn. Showing a cat was on my "bucket list," so Bear was groomed and primped and went to cat shows for about a year. He won quite a few ribbons, but gradually grew to dislike being judged (can't blame him there!) After he hissed at several judges and took a swipe at one, I got the hint. Bear is a gorgeous example of his breed, but he doesn't need a ribbon or a trophy to prove it!
My, it has been a long time since we have visited Catster. We miss you all so much.
It has been a very bad year. Our Dad is in the hospital again, for the 10th time this year. He had to have another surgery, for a bowel blockage, and an operation on his lung to deal with an infection caused by a doctor's mistake. He was supposed to go to rehab a week ago, but his blood pressure is too low, and the doctors can't figure out how to keep it from dropping. Mom can't stay with him in Baltimore any more, because she has no more time off from work, so she is making the nine-hour round trip every weekend to see him. We don't get to see Mom much, and Dad not at all.
Our wish for the New Year is to get Dad home with us, and Mom too. Our wish for all of you is that you celebrate the holidays in a warm, safe home, with plenty of food to eat and love all around you.
I can't comment on any diary entries, friends (I keep getting a message to log in, and when I do, I get a message saying my cookie auto-signed me in, but when I try to comment, I get a message again to log in).
So I'm hoping I can at least post a diary entry to let you know how my fursibs, my Dad and I are doing.
We furs are all doing well. I have had no crystal problems for a while, and Sev and Vicki are also well. Dad is hanging in there. He's just finished Week 2 of five weeks of radiation therapy with chemo. He has a lot of fatigue, and is losing weight really fast. This time he got the mouth sores from the chemo, which is making it even harder for Mom to get food down him. She says it's like bargaining with a three-year-old. ("I won't make you finish your omelet if you'll drink a milkshake....") Although I'll bet any three-year-old would take her up on that!
Anyway, we wanted to wish all our friends well and hope you're getting some of this lovely early fall weather. Vicki and I both have our winter coats back, so we're ready for colder weather, but it's OK with Mom if it holds off for a while.
First, the bad news. My Dad is back in the hospital. Again. He has a pelvic abscess. He is feeling better today, but says the drain for the abscess hurts more than the big surgery he had last month. But he is not in any mortal danger.
Two, the good news. I am feeling much better and peeing freely, though I still don't like my anti-crystal food. Bleah.
Three, more good news. My insurance company sent my Mom a check for $1830 for my emergency urinary blockage and $350 for the cat sitter I needed while my Dad was in the hospital and my Mom was with him in Baltimore. She is very grateful for that.