March 12th 2010 10:23 pm
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Well I was kinda cold this morning until I kept patting my dad on the face until he finally realized to turn the heat up. I heard him and mom talking that they were going to have to turn it down, they had an 800 dollar electric bill. They didn't blame me though, and they shouldn't, it's not my fault I don't have any hair.
Cha-ka slapped me in the face today pretty hard and I didn't like that at all, it made me sneeze. She is so mean to me sometimes, but that's okay, because I hold a grudge and I will wait til she's asleep and sneak up on her and bounce around and then slap her and run off. I know she hates that.
I ate my dry food and my wet food, I begged for breakfast for people food, but that didn't work, I took a nap, I got up and ate more dry food, then I took a nap, then I got up and ate more dry food, then I took a nap.
How long does it take before he gives me more wet food?
I guess I am going to take another nap until mom gets home.
March 8th 2010 9:15 am
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Well I started my day out stretching out of my chair that my mom and dad put a "boofie" and special blankets on. I am so spoiled now, that I require my own sleeping area and do not like to share, but my parents understand. I ate my wet food and then I "cracked nuts" what I do when I eat dry food, is the sound I make. My mother gets a big kick out it. I think that's silly because I''m just eating, I must look really cute doing that.
While my mom was gettting ready for work and daddy was scooping the boxes, Me, Squishy, Bobo, Meme, Cha-ka are Priscilla decided to hang out in the back bathroom. Bobo stood on the toilet and pried the shelf open, while Meme opened it up all the way for us to go in! What a cool place. It had all kinds of neat stuff in there. Tall bottles, short bottles. Some white paper in some see through wrapper. We decided it would be fun to start raking all of this out on the floor. Things made big bangs at first, and then some liquid poured out. It didn't smell like water. YUCK. So I thought that I should start shredding some paper. That was really fun.....until dad walked in. I looked at him and it was NOT me. It was the other cats. They did it. Dad was cool about it, he thought it was funny, after he cleaned up the mess. I heard him in there calling my mommie to tell her all about it and not to be looking for her bubble bath when she came home. I wonder what that means?
March 4th 2010 9:38 pm
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Jesse (her real name) came to us last year in January. I worked for a veterinary clinic for 27 years and have NEVER seen anything alive looking this bad. She was a skeleton, a pure "concentration camp" kitty. You could actually see her back bone and the roundness of it, her ribs were poking out and made sores on her skin and her pelvis, you could actually see her hip sockets she was so emaciated. The rescue called us, and low and behold, she had two brothers almost as bad as her, VERY skinny, but I wouldn't say as skinny, but still horrifying. I cried all the way home when I saw them. I took all three of them. My husband who had just recently had a heart attack at 40 was silent the rest of the drive. I could tell he was sick to his stomach he loves our kitties so much. I thought it would give him something to do and take his mind off of his health if he had something else to take care of while I had to go back to work. I couldn't afford to stay off work for him any longer. Little by little, she would have to be fed with a dropper and would just wobble and I thought she was going to die any day. Donald (my husband, just kept on and on, and in a month she was playing, still horrifying to anyone who saw her, but we saw how far she had come and she looked fabulous to us. lol. Anyway, she had a set back of course just as we thought she was out of the woods, she developed idiopathic head tilt and could stand up and just twirled in circles, we treated her for that and to this day her head tilts slightly, but she manages just fine. George her brother is my best buddie, has a pudgy stomach, over eats dry food every chance he gets just to puke it up in the hallway, but that's okay:) Jessa likes wet and dry and realizes it's not going anywhere. She is the light of our lives.
On a sad note, Irving, the other brother, did not recover, and never recovered. We tried and tried for 6 months, to no avail. nothing worked. We lost Irving, but at least he was loved and knew it for 6 months that we had him. It's hard to think about that, and I think that is the very first time I saw my husband cry too. Anyway, now that my long story has turned into a book, the day came when we were to give them to the rescue, they had been adopted out, and I put them in the carrier, and I cried and sobbed and cried, and my husband said, unzip that thing, they aren't going anywhere. They are at their home! So what, we are foster failures! lol, but we have loving life long homes to two kitties that needed it and I am thankful everyday.
We miss and love you Irving.