My Tail of Devotion for Indy

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I feel better!

Well, the shots, the de-worming medicine, and the spaying back in May are over. But I have noticed lasting effects. I feel better than ever!
Now that those awful worms are gone, I don't have to eat as much as I did before. I have even gained a few pounds and I'm rid of that "always hungry" look that my ribs had to them.
Because of the spaying and shots, I can go out in the yard with Mom when she sits out there to read. That's the best part of it all. I get to exercise in my own yard and eat grass and lie on the cool earth as much as I want to! As long as Mom or Dad are out there, anyway. Sometimes I play for hours around my oak tree, chasing butterflies and bugs. Mom is usually out there reading a book, so I'll hop up on the little table for some affection.
So the moral of the diary entry is: let the vet take care of you! I know it can seem scary, but in the end it's for the best!

Not so purrfect...

I am NOT feeling my best today.
Yesterday, the family had me "altered". Yes, I've been spayed!

I immediately felt much better when Dad picked me up from the Humane Society, but I felt very woozy until late last night. You see, I thought my family had abandoned me! Here's what happened...

They took me for a long early morning drive in my crate after a long night with no food or water. Mom sneaked me some water, but Dad took it away again. =(
Next thing I knew, a strange but friendly lady had picked up my crate. She took me on the other side of the door while my family watched. What's going on here? I wondered. At this point I was becoming frightened, but Mom, Dad, and Violet were gone. I waited in my crate, what else could I do? Soon the friendly lady came and let me out. She spoke to me quietly, which calmed me, but then I felt a sharp prick - she was drugging me! I tried to protest, but quickly lost the will..suddenly I felt like a nice nap...

I don't remember anything else that happened at the Humane Society...

I awoke to my Dad's face at the front of my crate. I don't think I have ever been so glad to see him! He buckled my crate down with the seat belt and we drove for a long time again. He comforted me on the way, but I felt so woozy and anxious that I couldn't relax enough to sleep. I wasn't sure where we were headed, but I hoped it was home. It was just as we parked in front of our house that it dawned on me what had happened earlier in the day...I had been spayed. The evidence all supported it. The two shots and the pill I had at the vet last week. The extra friendliness of my family that day. The short stay at the Humane Society. The sedation. The small, achy incision in my belly - that was definitely NOT there before!

At first I wasn't happy at all with this realization, but the idea of it quickly grew on me. No more annoying toms serenading me from the fence! No more menstrual cycles with painful cramps! This was gonna be great! Once my incision heals, I will be able to go outside with Mom and Dad and Violet, with no fear of those nasty toms trying to mate with me. And I hear it's better for my health this way, if I'm not planning on having a litter. I've never been very interested in a having litter of my own, not with so many homeless kittens in the world already!

So things will be back to- and maybe even better than normal soon. For now I'm just resting and regaining my energy. I'd better take good care of my incision so I don't have to go back to the vet again soon. I've had enough of doctors for quite some time!

That dog!

Looks like my humans are taking care of the upstairs guy's dog again - he's away on business. The infernal creature needs to go outdoors at all hours of the day to, of all things, play FETCH. Has the dog no dignity at all?
Each time I see her I hiss and puff up my tail, but she still acts as if we're best friends!
And when the thing comes in from "fetch"? Well, she is almost always wet and muddy! Disgusting.
I try to tolerate all of Earth's creatures, but I've just never been a cat who likes dogs...

So I have a diary now...

Purrrr, where to start?

Here's the latest news, my owners may be moving. Of course this means I will be, too.
One big problem - I hear through the grapevine that we may (eventually) be adding a CANINE to our family. This is NOT good news to me! Another cat I can probably handle, as long as my mom & dad remeber that I am THE MOST IMPORTANT pet. But a dog? They smell funny and they always stick their noses in my butt! What's with that?!
Well, Sarah and Maclean have always taken excellent care of me, I trust they'll continue to pamper my Queenliness, even if we move to the mountains. I know Sarah is more of cat person, anyway, we'll have to stick together, won't we, my doting master...?

I'll be back here soon, when I have more to meow about...

~Indy~