November 27th 2014 8:31 pm
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I had some turkey today. OHMYCAT! Was it ever good!
I only got a tiny little bit, though, and I wanted more. So I got on the table. Mom gave me a little more, but it still wasn't enough, so I tried to get the turkey on her plate. That got me put on the floor.
So I got on the counter. I was this close || to getting the turkey there when I got busted again. Then I got shut in the bedroom while they put the turkey away.
BUT, Mom brought me another little dish of turkey. Oh, turkey, I love you! You got me! I'm yours. ♥
Ashlynne didn't want any turkey, though. Sometimes I wonder if she's really my daughter. Maybe Pansy was right...
September 18th 2014 1:24 pm
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Ahoy mateys! It's almost Talk Like A Pirate day, and I finally got meself a pirate page. I don't think I ever had a pirate page before. Ashlynne did -- the little scallawag probably stole mine! ARRRGH!
I had a fantastic birthday earlier this week. The Fancy Feast was so good I ate mine AND most of Ashlynne's. Thanks for the birthday gifts on my page! I hope to finish sending out my thank you's today and tomorrow. There's some cake left, so help yourself while you're here.
Yo ho ho beep beep!
September 11th 2014 11:17 am
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This morning as I was walking down the hallway - slowly and a bit wobbly, according to Mom - she picked me up and held me. I settled into her arms, content to be there. Then I put my head under her chin, snuggled in and started purring.
Mom held me and talked to me for a while, then she carried me to another room where my Dad was. She said to him, "Look at our sweet boy, perfectly happy being held. Do you remember when we first brought him home, we couldn't even hold him for more than a couple seconds? He'd squirm to get away."
"I know," Dad said. "He wasn't a lap cat, either, but he's on my lap all the time now."
"I'm so glad we adopted him," said Mom. "I think he's happy to be with us, too. I hope he is."
Purr purr purrrrr! I AM happy! I love it here, and I love Dad and Mom. Dad's my best buddy, but I love Mom, too.
I was almost 11 1/2 when they adopted me, and now I'll be 16 in just a few days! Mom says they'll try to make my 16th birthday - and my 17th year - a sweet one for me.
I don't eat sweet stuff, but I would like freeze-dried chicken treats and Fancy Feast Chicken and Tuna Feast on my birthday. Please don't try to feed me any 'better' tuna cat food, either, Mom. Fancy Feast is what I want. :)
August 19th 2014 1:51 pm
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Diary pages and diary comments are working again, and we are getting the email notifications when someone makes a comment after we do. Things are improving on Catster! We're still here and we hope you are, too.
happy hopeful beep beep!
June 26th 2014 6:40 am
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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.
beeping sad today,
Beepers aka Big Daddy
April 12th 2014 7:19 am
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She likes me! She really, really likes me! Diary Gal picked me two days in a row and I didn't even write anything new. That crazy gal!
This new diary entry should really ring her bell. MOL!
I'm still feeling good! 'Nuff said about me.
Miss Pansy is one of Today's Picks in Diary Central today, too, and so is one of our new friends, Buzz. Congratulations!
April 7th 2014 12:47 pm
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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.
The Beepers will travel in style from now on!
April 4th 2014 6:40 am
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Can't they give an Olde Furt a break? I already passed a bunch of tests but I still have to take one more.
A few days ago, I went to the vet for my post-seizure exam. He really gave me a going over!
The first test was on the scale. I had gained a little bit and officially weighed 7.0 pounds. I was off to a good start!
The vet took my blood pressure. I passed that.
He felt me all over, looked in my mouth and ears and listened to my heart. My left ear was slightly red, but not enough to treat unless it starts bothering me. Everything else was good, so I passed all those tests.
He tested my blood to see if the numbers that were high after the seizure were better. They were! The numbers were in the normal range again, so I passed the blood tests, too.
That seemed like enough tests to me, but he still wasn't done. He looked in my eyes using a light. Then he got a different light and looked. He turned the lights in the room off and looked. He turned the lights back on and looked. He looked and looked, from this angle and that angle and every which way! Uh-oh. He thinks my left eye looks different than the other times he has examined me and he was concerned about it.
So, I'm going to the ophthalmologist on Monday. Another test! The ophthalmologist examined my eyes a couple years ago because the vet saw odd things. That time, the ophthalmologist said it was scarring from an old illness but nothing was going on currently. I hope it's as easy this time to pass his test! Mom said she's sorry I have to take another test, but she and Dad would rather err on the side of caution -- whatever that means.
The only preparation I need to do for the test on Monday is take lots of naps and finish all my meals. I can do that!
p.s. I just found out I'm a Daily Diary Pick again today, too! Hazel Lucy and Mazie already sent a funny message in a big trophy:
MOL! Thanks HL and Mazie!
I'll never catch up with all the thanks I need to send for the purrs and gifts I've received recently. I'll try, but I have all those naps to take...
March 25th 2014 8:12 am
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I was under the covers snuggling with Mom again this morning, purring like mad . . . because I feel good and because I'm a Daily Diary Pick today, too!
The email we got saying I'm one of Today's Picks in Diary Central also says they're "purring like mad over here". I wonder where "over here" is and where "over here" will be when the mysterious new partner finally reveals itself. I wonder IF there will still be a Diary Central. I hope so, because I want to have a place to meow about myself when I feel like it!
I've been feeling great since I fought off that seizure monster. I've been eating very well! I make Mom put goodies on top of my food - I sit and stare at her and then at my food until she does - but I eat the food along with the goodies on top.
I have to go back to the vet to have my blood tested again, and the vet wants to check my blood pressure again, too. After the seizure, some of the 'liver' numbers in my blood tests were high, so I have to be tested again after my liver has a chance to heal itself. If those numbers haven't come down like they should . . . well, I don't know what else they'll do to me. But I'm feeling great, so I think I'll do well on those tests. I won't go for the tests until next week.
Meanwhile, I follow the sun around the house every day, so I can take a nap in each sunny window. Happy spring!!
March 16th 2014 9:08 am
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That awful seizure monster I've heard others meow about came to visit me a couple days ago. Then I ended up in the hospital! They were nice enough to me in the hospital, but it was lonely there - all by myself in my cage. I did get smooches from some of the girls and my own special nurse would come and pet me and talk to me from time to time, but it's just not the same as being at home.
It started on Friday afternoon. Just another lazy day - Ashlynne and I were napping in our heated bed, which is on our Mom and Dad's bed. Mom had a bad cold and wasn't feeling so great, so she lay down on the bed to take a nap with us.
Suddenly I had an itch, so I scratched it . . . and scratched and scratched . . . and scratched some more. Mom sat up to see why I was scratching so long and so hard, and that's when the monster attacked me. Mom said I curled up in a ball, kicking and tussling like I was having a fight with another kitty, but Ashlynne was the only other kitty there, and she was just sitting there looking at me. I was fighting that dang monster! It was there, I know it was, even if no one else saw it.
I tried to outrun it by leaping off the bed to run away, but I didn't get very far. By the time I got to the other side of the bed, that monster caught me again. We were thrashing around and I was kicking with all my might, but I couldn't get that monster off of me! Mom tried to get me to stop fighting, but I couldn't. I had to fight that monster!
Then suddenly it was gone. I must have kicked the stuffing out of that monster after all, so it took off. By then I was so tired, I was limp from exhaustion.
That's when Mom put me in the carrier and she and Dad took me to the vet. It was an emergency vet, not my regular vet. They took me in the back room, checked me over and said I was "stable," but they kept me there anyway. They put me in a cage, and I was there all night and the next day -- 24 hours!
It was lonely there. That was the worst part, but almost as bad was the needle in my leg, with the big long tube attached to it, and my whole leg wrapped up with this pink bandage.
I could barely even stand up on that leg because of that bandage, so it was hard to eat. When Mom and Dad visited, Mom fed me some baby food from her finger, so I didn't have to stand up to eat it. That was nice, the kind of service I deserve.
While I was there, they did blood tests but didn't figure out what caused the monster to attack me. It may never attack me again. I hope it doesn't, because I don't want to ever fight that seizure monster again. That was awful.
I made some friends while I was in the hospital, and the vet even put on my discharge papers, "He is such a sweet guy!" But I don't want to go back!
beep-beeping glad to be home!
p.s. Thanks for the purrs and the Power-of-the-Paw rosettes! I didn't have a chance to write in my diary until now, but Mom wrote about me being in the hospital on Facebook, so some of you already knew about it.
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