Nicknames: Beepers is a nickname derived from his 'official' name. Also: Beeps, "handsome", and Buddy.
Birthday: September 15th 1998
Likes: Petting, brushing, affection... Ashlynne.
Pet-Peeves: He's really very easy going, although he's not always fond of being held.
Favorite Toy: Loves a catnip fortune cookie made by Jack Kayden's mommy. He also loves home-made pipe-cleaner "bug" toys, and strings, ribbons or feathers on a wand.
Favorite Nap Spot: His heated bed and the window perch heated by the sun. Wherever Ashlynne is napping is a favorite spot, too.
Favorite Food: Fancy Feast-turkey or chicken in gravy. He loves Halo Liv-a-Littles freeze dried chicken and Bravo freeze-dried turkey, but he inhales them so fast, I'm not sure how he even tastes them.
Skills: Does a Dreamboat need skills?
Arrival Story: It was a little Burmese sweetie, Lola, who helped mend our hearts after Scooter went to the Bridge. Lola's time with us was so short, though, before she, too, went to the Bridge that I felt there must be a purpose. When a Catster friend offered to help us locate a "retired" Burmese show cat -- if we were interested and when the time was right -- I wondered if that was the 'purpose,' so I accepted her offer but told her it was still too soon. I wanted to see where it led, though. We really wanted to adopt two older cats and our 'ideal' was a bonded pair, but I doubted that came available often. It WAS available! Her friend had a pair of older Burmese that she wanted to place in a good home: a male, Beepers, age 11, and his daughter, Ashlynne, age 9 1/2. They had a home with her and always would have if she couldn't find another good home to take them, but they were confined to one room because Beepers didn't get along with her other cats and picked on some of them. He got along well and was bonded with his daughter Ashlynne, though. Their owner wanted them to have the run of the house and be able to sleep with their people at night -- something she couldn't provide them. She would not separate them, so it had to be a home with no cats that would take two older cats. That was us! I felt that was the 'purpose': we were meant to give these two Burmese a chance for a better life... for Lola, for Beepers and Ashlynne, for their owner as well as for us. They were a long way from us, in Cleveland, Ohio, though. We weren't comfortable having them flown to us in pet cargo because they couldn't get from Cleveland to Albuquerque without a transfer. So on January 9, 2010, we flew to Cleveland and returned home with them the next day. Huge thanks to my Catster friend -- the mom of PJ, Callie Jean, Velvet Rose and Katrina -- for telling us about Beepers and Ashlynne and for immeasurable help in carrying out the mission to bring them home.
Bio: Beepers is a pedigreed Burmese, registered in both CFA and TICA. He attained his Championship title in CFA in 1999, then was a "sire" at Vindouro and Laki Catteries in PA. In July 2004 he earned the title of Outstanding Sire in TICA for having produced 10 offspring who earned TICA Grand Championships. After being retired as a sire in Dec. 2004, he lived at Ringapurr Cattery in OH, where he returned to the show ring and went on to attain his Supreme Grand Championship Alter in TICA (March 2005) and Grand Premiership in CFA (May 2005). In July 2007 he was awarded a Lifetime Achievement Award in TICA, for having at least 2 Regional and 1 International wins in a 3-year period (2005-2007). All those achievements were prior to the time we adopted Beepers in January, 2010, though. He now enjoys his life of total retirement! His main achievements now are sleeping, eating, playing, licking Ashlynne, snuggling (with Ashlynne and with us) and purring, while retaining the handsome good looks that earned him so many titles. He's a sweet boy and a good boy (except when he's not!), and we couldn't be more happy that we can provide him a retirement home. He and Ashlynne bring a lot of happiness to us.
Our friend Pansy made her journey to the Bridge yesterday (June 25). It was just April when she was diagnosed with an evil tumor in her lung, and we so wanted her to stay around a lot longer than this.
We'll miss you, Pansy, the one and only Divine Miss P.
It's her mom who'll miss Pansy's earthly presence the most, though, so we're sending our most comforting purrs to her.
We're back from my test at the ophthalmologist vet. Gosh, I do not like them putting stuff in my eyes, not even water! I'm glad that's over!
I think I did pretty good on my test. He said there is no inflammation and nothing active going on in my eyes. That's good news! Since the last time he saw me 2 years ago, there has been a mild progression of the affected areas in my right eye, but that could be age-related degeneration. The left eye is about the same as 2 years ago. The affected areas are hypo-reflective and a bunch of other technical terms that Dreamboats like me shouldn't have to be concerned with!
He doesn't know what has caused those areas of lesions or scarring in both my eyes, but he does not think I could possibly have any of the diseases -- especially the fungal diseases -- that are sometimes responsible for doing such things to eyes because I'm too healthy. Well, yeah, there was that stupid seizure, but if I had one of those diseases bad enough to cause a seizure, I wouldn't feel and look as good as I do. So he doesn't see the point of doing a bunch more blood tests to rule out all those things. So I guess that's more good news, isn't it? No more blood tests!
The ophthalmologist vet didn't turn into Frank today, the way he did when Ashlynne saw him. Instead, he changed to Honest. Mr. Honest said he felt obligated to tell Mom and Dad that the seizure could have been caused by a brain tumor. Mom said all the vets have mentioned that, first thing. He was relieved he wasn't the first one to have said that to them. He was probably very relieved Mom didn't burst into tears the way she did 3 years ago when he turned into Frank and said he needed to remove Ashlynne's eye.
To find out whether I have a brain tumor, I could go to a neurologist and have a CT scan or an MRI, but I would need to be put under anesthesia for those tests. Mom asked if there is even a neurologist in the area and he said there is, in Algodones. I have no idea where Algodones is, but I hope I don't have to go there!
If the neurologist did find something wrong in my brain, he said they might or might not be able to do anything about it. The tests would cost a lot, in dollars as well as in stress and possibly other costs to me . . . and I'm almost 16. Mom told him I have insurance and she could probably find out if it would cover it, but she's pretty sure they wouldn't make me take those tests, regardless . . . because I'm almost 16.
He'll try to talk to my regular vet on the phone today. I sure hope they don't come up with any more tests for me to take!
Then I peed in my carrier on the way home. :( These old kidneys just couldn't hold on any longer. Mom tried to get me to pee before we left home this morning, but I didn't know why she put me in the litter box, so I just jumped out and walked away. Last week when I went to the vet, I peed in the carrier on the way home, too. Mom said next time, they'll set up something in the car so I can have a litter box to pee in. We have a big double-compartment soft cage that's big enough for a litter box in one half and a bed in the other half, so I have a feeling I'll be traveling in that.