Monster


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Home:Bowie, MD  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 12 lbs.

Thanks, Rory, Tundra, Manytoes & Lynzee!

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"Thanks, Rory, Tundra, Manytoes & Lynzee!"

You are getting slee-e-e-e-py!

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"You are getting slee-e-e-e-py!"

Diva & me: Cold weather makes strange bedfellows

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"Diva & me: Cold weather makes strange bedfellows"

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Brought to you by the letter C

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"Brought to you by the letter C"

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Catching some rays

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"Catching some rays"

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Nicknames:
monster man, mister monster, #@*!

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
March 18th 2002

Coloration:
Seal Point

Likes:
being with his humans. he follows us everywhere

Pet-Peeves:
being brushed

Favorite Toy:
anything not nailed down

Favorite Nap Spot:
back of the couch

Favorite Food:
whatever the humans are eating

Skills:
fetches

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Monster was born in my home along with his 3 brothers. I found homes for them and his mother, but he was so tiny for his age I though I'd wait a few weeks more before placing him. That was 7 years ago.

Bio:
Monster earned his name by being exactly that - a monster from kittenhood. He acted like he'd never been fed in his whole life and would growl if you got too close to his food. He had to eat whatever was on my plate and would try everything he could think of to get to it. The spray bottle worked for a little while, then he just sat there and squinted his eyes while I soaked him. He's grown out of it, sort of. He'll still try to eat off a plate if he thinks he can get away with it. He's a big, healthy boy with bright blue eyes and a mind of his own.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
It's all about me.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
MY SWEET BOY

All about me, me, me:
He is more dog than cat. He follows us everywhere, opens cabinets, overturns garbage cans, and starts games of fetch by dropping a toy in a lap. He torments his siblings one minute, then curls up with them in a chair the next. They don't know what to think of him.

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 23rd 2009 More than 4 years!

Rosettes Given In The Past Month:
Ava 4 ever Mommy's Angel


Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Minuette
Penelope


Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
1074003

for 1071 days


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Meezer Musings


On the mend

August 20th 2014 8:42 am
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Yes, furiends, Catster and I are both on the mend, thank goodness. I had an ultrasound on Monday and it showed that I have a mild case of inflammatory bowel disease. When mom thinks back over the past year, she thinks perhaps it was developing (I was throwing up a lot, but I have a habit of eating wall insulation) but she didn't really pay attention. She read that grieving for a lost companion can instigate illness, so she thinks that Diva's passing caused a flareup that resulted in more dramatic symptoms.

So now I am on some meds and am getting some of my energy back. I still don't eat well - the husband was complaining about all the half-empty cans of food in the fridge and how much is thrown away because I won't eat it. Mom asked him if he knows more about cats than she does, and if so what would he suggest. That shut him up. He got back on her good side by paying for the ultrasound.

Mom still has to follow me with the food bowl and coax me to eat a little at a time, although I DEVOURED a cod fillet last night! Hopefully when my insides feel better, my appetite will come back. The vet wants me to eat hypoallergenic food (duck and potato) but I won't even give it the time of day.

 

It's been a long, long time

August 17th 2014 11:41 am
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Greetings, all my furbulous furiends. Yes, it has been a millenium since I prowled around on Catster. Fleas, and all that. Also, silly Mom thought she had been shut out because of the password debacle - she was not able to sign in on her tablet. But she discovered that she had never signed out on her desktop, so EUREKA! Here we are.

It's been a very sad time for mom and me. Last month we lost my beautiful older sisfur Diva. One Saturday she refused to eat breakfast, which was totally not like her. She was a regular vacuum cleaner. Mom rushed her to the vet, and within a matter of hours we had a highly likely cancer diagnosis. She had a big mass in her chest displacing her heart, fluid in her chest & abdomen, and her bone marrow had stopped producing red blood cells. We were absolutely stunned. Diva had been a little quieter than usual for a few days, but mom was not alarmed because she was a sedentary cat and she was still eating well. There was nothing dramatic to tell us that she was so sick. Mom made the heartbreaking decision to let her fly free.

And now I have been giving mom fits. I've been acting finicky about my food for a while. Mom kept bringing home different brands and flavors; one day I would like it, the next day I wouldn't. I was also vomiting sometimes. But I was still me - running around the house like my tail was on fire and getting into everything.

Then one day I refused to eat anything, including roast chicken, my favorite. Mom flew to the vet, where they took blood and xrays. All came back normal. The vet suggested an ultrasound to check for IBD. We also considered that perhaps I was grieving for Diva and my appetite would come back.

The next weekend I crashed. I turned my nose up at just about every kind of food, and worse, I didn't want to move. I would walk a few steps and sit down, or just lie at the top of the stairs or next to mom on the couch for hours. We rushed to the vet again and tested for pancreatitis - negative. Mom gives me pain med in a syringe, which I hate. I'm not vomiting anymore, thank goodness, and am eating a little better, although mom has to follow me around with the food dish. She's also giving me really cool snackies, like dried shrimp and cod from her dinner plate. I'm still not moving much, but mom is letting me sleep with her on the bed (the husband is away doing his airplane captain training, or this would not be happening!)

I want to thank my Auntie Lisa (Finney and Lacey's mom) for talking my mom down off the ledge, and all mom's Catster Buddy Facebook friends for their purrs and well wishes. And thank you To Hazel Lucy's and Mazie's mom for putting my profile on the Facebook page and to my Catster pals for the purresents and purrs.

We have an appointment with the internist for an ultrasound tomorrow and I will be sure to let you all know what the results are.

 

What the...??

May 13th 2014 1:28 pm
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Oh my catness, I had absolutely no idea that I had been chose as a DDP on Saturday! Mom has been very slack about logging in regularly, but also Catster didn't notify me at all! Thanks to Angel Smiley and Angel Buddie for their p-mails!

 
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