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Shorts & snow

November 7th 2011 3:27 pm
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The crazy weather continues. Today was 65 degrees. Mom was in shorts, flip flops and a t-shirt and there is still some snow on the ground. MOL. She went to the store and the guy was like "Jeez!" Mom just said "HEY! I am fighting this to the last hurrah!" You go mom!!! We're actually supposed to reach 70 tomorrow and may get thunderstorms on Thursday. The weatherman just threw his hands up in the air and said "I have no idea what season this is, let's just call it fallter." MOL. We're not complaining! Windows wide open all day!

In other news!!!! Dr. Conrad Murray found GUILTY in the death of Michael Jackson. Whoo hoo! Justice for MJ as our new background on our profile pages say. "YOU'VE BEEN STRUCK BY A SMOOTH CRIMINAL!" MOL.

All these kitties are putting cute pictures of themselves sleeping together on their pages lately. Me and Lacey don't cuddle anymore. All I have is the new profile page picture of my big tongue touching my nosey. Will that do? Although I have to say that picture of Zach and Griswold was A-DOR-A-BALLLLLLLL!!! Don't get used to hearing me say that Zach, MOL.

Lots of new kitties joining Catster these days. Let's try and welcome them and show them how much fun we can be here! If you're not a member of Purr it Forward, please join and make some new friends!!! We need to bring the fun back to Catsterland!

 

Mommy's uncle just died

November 9th 2011 6:36 pm
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Hi everyone, mommy is crying. Her uncle that had MS and was in the hospital recently for a mild stroke, they diagnosed him also with lung cancer, he just died at home. Grammy and grampy are gone to their house now. Mom knows he was suffering but still...that was grammy's only sibling. Mom doesn't know how she's going to get to sleep early tonight now for her shot tomorrow morning. Ugh. Stupid full moon! We told you! That dumb thing makes things happen. Anyways, we just wanted to tell you guys in case mommy isn't on the computer much tomorrow. I gotta go give mommy some kisses.

Luv Finney

From Finney's mommy: This isn't one of my better poems but it's fitting for tonight's developments. RIP uncle Ray! You can run and jump and soar through the clouds, fly anywhere and as fast as you want now. May you enjoy every star that shines on your beautiful soul:

New Life

Death has held it's grip on you
And now I see it's finally through

It took so long, I don't know why
I'm confused if I should smile or cry

The suffering you had to bare
We all know just wasn't fair

But thank the Lord you're now at peace
And all your pain has been released

You were an angel here on earth
We were so blessed to feel your worth

Rest, enjoy your life with God
We'll take comfort in knowing, you're watching us all

We'll meet again, of that I'm sure
I'm so glad I knew you on this side of the shore

 

Poopy pancakes and other mews

November 19th 2011 7:02 pm
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So yesterday mommy was having what Tink calls "an UGLY cry" and it started long before we got the news that Tigger had gone to the bridge. Mommy had to let out all sorts of stress and stuff, there's been so much going on and STILL going on! Never mind, it's about her health insurance and she says she doesn't want to talk about it. She's too mad and wants to forget about it for awhile.

So anywho! Mommy went and lay down on the couch for a short nap around 4:30 pm. Me and Lacey were furry concerned about her so we followed her into the living room. Lacey went and laid down on the chair across from mom and I went and lay down inside my little pink cubie (yes, real men like pink too!).

Mom was really tired and fell asleep fast but she kept waking up and doing the sniffy. "what is that SMELL!! Finney is that you? Who did that!?" I did not say anything and neither did Lacey. Well, it still smelled and mommy just rolled over and took her short nap. Then she got up to go downstairs and give our cousin Midnight her nightly medicine. She came back upstairs and said "it SILL SMELLS! where is that coming from?!" Couldn't find it. But I was in a foul mood and she thought it was because I didn't like her ugly cry so she just ignored it.

Then later on after talking with Tigger's daddy for awhile on the puper and crying some more (jeez mom give it a rest!), she decided we needed a wipey bath which she had been putting off. I had a nice surprise waiting for her. She went to rub my bum with the kitty wipey and there was a nice, big, dried up, poopy pancake stuck to my buttocks! YUP! And boy did it stink too! I flattened it good. She even found some of it I had wiped on the floor HOURS earlier, just for her! MOL.

So of course in true fashion I did not want her to get it off my bum even though that's what I was trying to do all day. Don't ask me why, I have no idea why it bugs me but it does. Well she was having none of that catitude. She went into the bafroom, got her little hair cutting scissors, spun me around backwards really fast, lifted my tail and cut that sucker off! PLUNK! On the floor, my cute pancake I had made for my mommy. "mom I spent a long time on that! don't throw it away!" But she did! How ungrateful! I mean really! I know she was grouchy but I was just trying to give her something else to do and think about. What's wrong with that?!!!

 

Oops I did it again!

November 26th 2011 3:28 pm
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Lacey will be writing a thank you diary shortly for her gotcha day. She started one last night when I interrupted momma's typing with my stench. I am a creative boy, I must say. Me and Lacey had a serious case of the zoomies, running up and down the stairs and having fun. When I felt the need to empty myself. I went in the box and to my defense I did try to poop there. I got a piece stuck to my floofy pants (as usual) and momma came running with a paper towel. Boy she doesn't fool around anymore! She just whips me around now and plucks it right out of there. I wasn't happy and I let her know it. She said "Finney just shut up! You stink." WELL! I NEVER!

So because momma was so rude I got her back good. I went inside my toy cubicle and pooped a big one in there. She had no idea I did this either. I was in there and I was digging with my big paws and when she came over, there wasn't anything in there, YET. So later on when she went into the kitchen to get something, WWWWHOOOOOEEEEYYYYY! She almost passed out and gagged at the same time. She couldn't find it and then realized I dropped a couple of atom bombs in the cubie. MOL. Nice of me huh? It stunk up the WHOLE kitchen BADDDDD!

Boy was she mad! I warned her not to pick my bum!!! But she wouldn't listen. So then she had to get some soapy water stuff and wash my cubie. Lacey first tried to go in there and bury it like there was litter or something. She's so used to cleaning up after me. Mom was like "NOOOOOO, get out of there!!" She was nervous Lacey would step in it and get stinky. That was my plan ya know. MOL

So after that I sucked up to mom for hours and batted my long eyelashes, rubbed my face on her fingers and gave her knee kisses. Cause I know how to get to her, I'm a smart boy. She can't stay mad at me. She did call me a stinky boy all night though. Hmmph! The funny thing was that during the day it was 63 degrees and we had the windows open. I waited until it as night time in the 40s. MOL! Told ya I was smart. I plan these things out.

I wasn't done there! Then I went in the box about an hour later and pooped another big one. I did NOT bury it at all and left my stench there for her to enjoy once again. Aren't I generous? I'm a giver, I'm telling ya! After that mom was singing the song "You dropped a bomb on me" all night. MOL. Thanks mom!

Okay I gotta let Lacey do her thank you diary now and then we have to thank some kitties for the yummy turkey prezzies we got. Hope you enjoyed today's edition of the Floofy Poop Report!

 

New friend, aliens and I'm weird

December 6th 2011 10:03 am
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Hey everyone, please friend Charlie and his family. Wait until you see the picture of him and his daddy, it'll melt your heart. Charlie recently went to the bridge. They are lovely people and caring pawents and have 2 little kittens now to love on.

So this is the scoop on me. For the last week or so I have been sticking to mom like glue and loving on her big time because she's been taking extra care of Midnight and she's been furry depressed. Well, two nights ago I ran up to momma while she was sitting at her computer. She put her hand out for me to kiss it like I've been doing but instead I ran up to it and poked myself in the nosey and the eyeball. I got furry scared because I thought momma did it, even though she would NEVER do that to me on purpose! Anyways, I ran off scared and now I won't let her touch me. She feels bad and has left me alone and on occasion when I'm in my tower cubby she comes and pets me and tells me she loves me and I'm being silly, she didn't do anything. I purr and stuff but I still won't let her touch me otherwise. She's hurt, she hates when I get like this, I've done it before a couple of times.

I keep approaching her because I love her and I want luvies from her but even if she slowly comes to me now I run away. sigh. I know I'm being a poopoo head and she knows I'll come around but still...I'm hurting her feelings and I don't know why I am doing this. Oh well! Us kitties can be moody right? I just feel bad because I know she has enough to deal with.

On the upside it's 62 degrees outside and mommy's in shorts again!!! Whoo hoo! We can take a whole winter like this! All the song birds are in the yard eating the seed and stuff (yes, tabbies, we know!)

Speaking of the Tabbies!!! You want to hear something furry funny? We got a Christmas card in the mail from the Tabbies last week and they addressed it to our whole family instead of us or my mommy. So grampy thought it was for him and opened it!!! Well there was a whole letter written by the Tabbies and he was like "WHAT THE..."?? MOL!!!!! When mom got home that day he gave it to her and said "you got a Christmas card from aliens! I didn't know you knew any aliens?!" HAHAHAHA, that gave mom a good laugh. Good thing the Tabbies write in code because what if it was a big furry secret? Grampy would have found out our plan of world domination! That'll teach him.
Well, gotta go and continue being a poopoo head.

See ya!

 

I don't know what to do anymore

December 7th 2011 11:00 pm
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Finney's mom here. I am besides myself. As some of you know a couple of days ago I was sitting here at my computer and had my hand down beside me by the chair arm. Finney was running up to me and ran into my hand poking himself in the eye with my finger. This was over 3 days ago and he has been running away from me ever since. I did nothing to him and he's acting like I beat him! For a week straight before this he was massively lovey dovey with me and now he's the complete opposite! Like I'm not even his mom. I have been doing everything I can to get him to forget about this but he won't. I give him treats, I even managed to pick him up and kiss him continuously for a few minutes. But he will not stop this! He looks at me with horror and it's killing me! I have been crying because I don't know what to do. I don't understand this. I honestly am ready to lose it. I have so much to worry about around here and nowt this! I have no idea what his problem is and what I'm supposed to do about it. I've tried leaving him alone. He acts like he wants to come over to me and then the minute I look at him he goes running. I call him sweetly and move slowly but he runs. I am so so so upset. I just don't know what to do but I cannot have a cat that hates me. I just can't. And over something as stupid as him poking himself in the eye with my finger! I would never in a million years hurt him.

I trip over Lacey all the time and she could care less. She comes running right back to me. I'm downstairs several times a day popping pills into Midnight's mouth, sticking a needle in her for sub q fluids, all kinds of things. She comes right back over to me and wants me to give her more kisses. But this makes no sense! None!!! Ugh, I just can't say enough how upset this is making me, I don't know what else to do. I've tried catnip, treats, leaving him alone, speaking softly like I always do and trying to get him to come out. Nope. He hates me. Finnegan hates me now and it's killing me.

 

Poopyhead/Doodyhead update

December 9th 2011 12:07 pm
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Well, he's SLOWWWWWLLLLY coming around. I did try laying on the floor last night and that was a no go for him. He took off. Lacey on the other hand walked around me and stuck her tail in my mouth. PLAH!! MOL. I ignored him completely yesterday and played with Lacey and eventually he kept staring at me but I wouldn't look at him. Usually at night when I go to the bathroom he comes in there and gets on the chair that's next to the toilet. He always kneads his paws and puts his head back looking for luvies. He did it last night but I was terrified to touch him and make him run away so I just slowly looked at him and did the opening and closing of my eyes and looked away and did it again. I didn't give in and pet him because I didn't want him to go running. He wanted attention last night and I just figured if he really wants me to touch him, he'll have to come to me. I went about feeding them normally and did everything normal except I didn't give in to his moods this time.

This morning he was a giant doodyhead again but I left him alone and figured if he's hungry he'll go and eat and he did. I just got back from Petsmart and got a Feliway, I plugged it in right next to his bed here in this room so hopefully that will help. Darn those things are expensive!!! I got the Farnam one which is the SAME COMPANY AND SAME THING but cheaper! That doesn't make sense. Next time I'll buy it from Entirelypets.com, it's much, much cheaper. I needed one now though. Anyway, if I have to, I'll get him a calming collar next.

We've had a lot of company here all week but they don't come upstairs at all. I'm sure he can hear them downstairs though, they make enough noise. And maybe he is jealous of all the time I'm spending downstairs with Midnight, I don't know. Moody little brat! Lacey couldn't care less. She's just glad when I give her any attention. So we'll see, I'm trying not to jump the gun, I just don't know when it's safe to go ahead and touch him. sigh.

Thanks for all of your help and support everyone. It's really helped me to hear that you've all been through this. I don't feel so bad now. I'll try starting the clicker training tonight.

 

Breathrough!!!

December 11th 2011 3:17 pm
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I am no longer a doody/poopy head. Not completely anyways. Last night I was in my little beddy next to the puper while mom was typing away. She kept looking at me out of the corner of her eye and I started kneading my bed and giving her the eyes saying "okay, let's try this". So she slowly came over and scritched me and blinked a lot and told me she loved me and missed me. She did that for about 5 minutes and then gave me treats, YUM!

Then afterwards she kept talking to me all night in the sweet voice and kept blinking a lot (is there something stuck in her eyeball?) and then I felt so good me and Lacey had massive zoomies together. I hadn't done that in DAYS. This morning I was a little apprehensive again but I got over it quick cause I was hungry. She gave me more scritches and loves and all through today the same thing. I am still a bit skittish but not nearly as bad. She's being very cautious with me.

There's a lot of tension in the house today. Downstairs everyone is mad and fighting and mom is trying furry hard not to bring it up here to us. She's furry worried about Midnight. She's still very sick, still bleeding. The antibiotics did not take care of it. She's going to the vet tomorrow and mom is hoping that they can figure this out and get her well. She might have an infection that's resistant to the Clavamox. Let's hope that's what it is. Please purr for her. Mom is the one who's been caring for her. My mom and grampy and grammy love her so much. Midnight's mom, well...we don't want to say anything about her. Let's just leave it at that. Mom does the best she can with what she's working with. And it's very frustrating.

 

Update on me and update on cousin Midnight

December 12th 2011 4:00 pm
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Well, let's start with cousin Midnight. The vet feels she probably does have Feline Urological Syndrome (cystitis). My poor mom spent this afternoon trying to hold Midnight and make her pee in her box with only those stupid charcoal pellets. She did pee but not enough I guess so after Midnight's mom rushed those things to the vet, they said (it's not enough). I don't know that they can get her to do it again. She wouldn't, mom had to hold her there and then she went up the stairs and took an explosive SMELLY poop at the top. She was furry nervous I guess. Poor thing. Poor mommy almost passed out. But they didn't give her any medicine for it until they test her urine and again, don't know if they can get her to do this. So we'll see. But the vet said her kidneys look good, her bladder looks good, etc. So we don't think she has an obstruction.

Now for me and my never ending doody-ness. I was starting to really come around on Saturday but then yesterday I became a poopy/doody head again. I ran away from mom after I let her pet me and I upset her when I did this because I looked at her again like I hated her. Then last night she said "the heck with you, I can't deal with you right now" and because she was ignoring me, I kept going into the living room and trying to take down the curtains and make her come after me. Today when mom got home she was trying to take a nap with Lacey on the bed and I went over and tried to scratch the mattress and bug her as if nothing ever happened.

You know when the tabbies said I was yanking her chain? That's what mom kind of thinks I'm doing. I don't see any chains hanging off of mom anywhere but she still says I'm yanking them. You tabbies give my mommy all sorts of ideas!!! MOL. Anyfur, we still don't know what's going on with me but I'm not being very good. One of mommy's good friends online said that recently she wore her sneakers in the house, which she doesn't usually do. And she rubbed them up against her kitty Ozzy accidentally. He freaked out and didn't come near her for THREE WEEKS! She didn't even hurt him, she just rubbed her shoe up against him and she didn't even know he was there.

We kitties can certainly be a little on the cuckoo side don't you think?

 

A year ago today, our Moufasa --- & good news about me!!!!

December 14th 2011 4:24 pm
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A year ago today we lost our cousin Moufasa to cancer. That's cousin Midnight's brofur. He was such a pain to her, he drove her nuts. But the day he died, when momma came home and went downstairs to feed him, Midnight knew something was very wrong. She has a tiny squeak of a meow, mostly you can't even hear her. Not this time. She stood in the stairway meowing like they never heard, while mommy had him in her arms wrapped in a towel waiting for his mommy to rush home from work. He was dying, but that boy was hanging on so he could say goodbye to everyone. Mouffey was SUCH a character, a Flame Point Siamese with a GIANT big mouth! In the summer when the windows were open you could hear him from downstairs going "woo woo? woo woo?" MOL! and sometimes "rerow? rerow?" Just like Astro in the Jetsons. He was so so so funny and had eyes that went the opposite way instead of crossed inwards. He was a giant love bug and mom saved his life. When mom's sister moved back home, Midnight and Mouffey were not in good condition, not at all!!!!! Oh my god did mommy cry the day she saw them come home. But she took over and started feeding them the good stuff, gave Mouffey alternative medicine for his kidneys and wow he was great after that! Mom could not go in the yard and work on her flowers without him yelling as loud as he could through the window to her. What a mouth on that guy! I could hear mom say "Mouffey SHUT UP!!!" MOL. The neighbors must have said "what on earth is that?" Sigh. Mom loved him dearly and he loved her back. He knew she saved him and he gave her endless, ENDLESS headbonks and purrs for it. He was a pain but mostly a good boy who loved everyone. Not a mean bone in his body. Cancer ravaged his poor body but he ate like a horse until the end and was never in any pain. The day mom came home to find him barely able to stand up and hold his head up, barely conscious, she lost it. She knew that day would come but still...she'd given him an extra two years. Mom is trying not to cry writing this but it's hard. She always loved Mouffey from way back when he was a kitten. He was such a big boy, she called him King Moufasa. Midnight changed after he died. At first she was as happy as a clam! Probably thought he was just gone for a little while. But then she became depressed and sick. And now mom is helping her. For now she's doing much better than she was. Mom's been giving her Moufasa's all natural kidney support pills twice a day for the last couple of days and what a change in her! Stretching out, eating like a horse, playing! wow! She'd forgotten how well those things work. We know today is a tough day for several of our friends. We're thinking of you also, Tigger's daddy and Kally Kat's mommy. We love you both.

On the ME front, guess what? I picked today to let my mommy pet me and kiss me!!! She came home from running errands and I jumped up on the bed asking for luvies! I haven't done that in well over a week. She still has to be a little cautious and slow but I couldn't stand it anymore and Moufasa came and whispered in my ear how lucky I am and to stop being a giant doodyhead because he'd haunt me. He means it too! MOL.

OH! And thank you everyone for my second DDP in a row! Almost forgot that. I'm hoping I'll be okay now mom is going to stay cautiously optimistic. She told me she missed me and loved me and kissed my furry head a million times. Then she whispered in my ear in a sweet voice that I was a big old farthead! MOL. That's nice meowmy, I deserve it.

Here's a video mom made of Moufasa begging for his treats during pill time:
King Moufasa

 
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