Severian's Monologues

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Getting unfashionably thin

March 11th 2012 3:09 pm
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Looks like it's time for another vet visit. I've lost nearly half a pound in the last couple of months, even though my eating habits haven't changed (I've always been a slow nibbler, not a wolf-it-down type, but I usually manage to clean my plate eventually.)

Mom thinks I may have hyperthyroidism. So it's off to the doc this week. It's also time to get the ticker checked out. The last time I was there, the doc detected a slight murmur.

Would appreciate any spare purrs you have stashed away.

 

Lovebug tag

July 24th 2011 9:51 am
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1. Meow! Are you a noisy kitty or a quiet kitty?
I meow to let the peeps know I want to be held on their laps, but otherwise I don't say much.

2. Litterbox! Cover your business or let some other kitty cover?
I can do that for myself, thank you very much.

3. Happy! Favorite Daily Routine?
Sleeping on top of Mom at night.

4. Hiss! Least Favorite Routine?
Can't think of any routine that I don't like. I hate vet visits, but that's not really routine.

5. Ding-Dong! What do you think about visitors to your house?
I hate visitors! I beat Vicki to the bedroom closet every time.

6. Friends! Do you like other animals?
Only my family. And my Catster friends, but I probably would hide in the closet if they actually appeared at my house.

 

Joy and sorrow

May 26th 2011 11:35 am
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Imagine my surprise when I learned I was a diary pick today! I will get lots of extra treats for that, and I can lord it over my fursibs all day. Yay!

But then I learned that a dear friend, Indiana, was suddenly called to the Bridge. That made me very, very sad. I'm an old furt, but Indy wasn't even 3 yet.

Please keep his mom and his sisfur Kitty Pryde in your purrayers.

 

My heart mumbles

May 21st 2011 8:48 am
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We got the lab blood results back and they are all normal. But the vet said she heard a little mumble in my heart. So they did another test. I'm supposed to score under 100, but I scored 134. You would think that a higher score is a good thing, but apparently this game is kind of like golf -- the lower the score, the better.

Anyway, the vet said that's not so bad a score, but we need to keep an eye on it. Eye on what? You can't see a mumble! Anyway, if my score is any higher in three months, I will get an echocardiogram. I don't know what that is, but I hope it's tasty.

Thank you to everybody who sent good wishes after my last diary entry. Mom thinks I am suffering from a broken heart, which is why it's mumbling now. But I am getting better. I am eating better and not crying so much. And today I am hanging out on the screened porch with the other furkids, enjoying the first sunshine we have seen in more than a week.

 

So sad my peeps think I'm sick

May 19th 2011 10:11 pm
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My peeps took me to the vet today, because I'm acting sort of weird. I'm not eating much, and when I do eat I take a loooooong time. Also I'm even needier and clingier than usual. I cry to be picked up.
And a couple of times in the last few weeks I have peed where I shouldn't have.

The vet couldn't find anything wrong with me. She thinks I may be depressed because of my sisfur Onyx going to the Bridge. The vet doesn't know how to make me get better from that. Mom prescribed extra cuddles. Hope it works. 'Specially since I peed on her favorite purse.

 

My peeps forgot my birthday!!!

November 19th 2010 7:01 am
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Thank goodness Mr. Sam was alert at the bridge. Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten so much as an extra cuddle, let alone any special treats or toys.

My peeps have been so preoccupied with my sisfur's ailment that they have been NEGLECTING me!

(No, we aren't, Sev. You got an hour of solitary lap time just last night. But, OK, we did forget your birthday.)

Anyway, thanks for the present, Sam. It's nice to know SOMEBODY cares.

(Oh, stop being so dramatic, Sev. I'll bring home a new toy for you.)

Add a freeze-dried chicken treat and a Fancy Feast tilapia appetizer to that and I'll consider forgiving you.

(Done.)

OK, then. You're forgiven.

 

Still healthy. Take that, Jazz.

July 2nd 2010 8:56 pm
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I am in perfect health. Just verified with the vet. Perfect weight, lower-than-typical heart beat (even in the vet's office), teeth in great condition, blood work all normal, yada yada yada. Mom says it's a good thing vets don't evaluate mental health.

But it's no surprise that I'm in perfect health. I have health insurance. It's kind of like carrying an umbrella when the sun is shining.

 

The vampire stole my blood and lost it!

June 7th 2010 7:34 am
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Grrrr!! Pffft!! Hiss!!!!

The vampire vet stuck me THREE TIMES to get enough blood to send off for a distemper titer as well as the usual tests, and then the laboratory LOST it!!!

Now I have to have it all done again. Mom is not pleased. And SHE wasn't the one who got stuck.

 

Still laid back, after all these years

May 29th 2010 5:19 pm
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I went in for my semiannual checkup, which usually ends up with me flopped on my back on the exam table, asking for tummy rubs. Well, it still ended up that way, and the vet again exclaimed at my extreme laid-backiness (my heart rate was 130, as opposed to the 180 she usually sees).

She had to stab me three times to get enough blood for testing, though. I don't do anything very fast, including bleed.

But when she peered into my eyes, she said I had a cataract in the right one. A little cataract. (And all this time I thought I was a pretty big cat act.) She's going to watch it. Maybe it won't grow, maybe it will.

Dad had a cataract removed. It seems cats can have this done, too. But Dad says maybe it's not a big deal for me because I don't see color anyway, and I don't drive at night.

Only because he won't give me the keys.

 

A poem for my Grammy

April 18th 2010 2:20 pm
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Grammy, I'm sorry you had to go,
Because I loved you so much, you know.
You tickled my paws, you scratched my tummy,
You brought me toys and treats so yummy.
I know that humans and pets all die,
But we'll meet again, I know, bye and bye.

I thought I'd go first to the Bridge of the Rainbow,
But you beat me there, and because that's so,
You must practice all your tickles and scratches
With all those other wonderful catses*
And when you look up one day and see me,
We'll be together for all eternity.

*poetic license

 
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