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Musings from the Granny kit-tahj!

Southernisms : or as Daddy says and my Senior Panel workup- (it's good!)

Hello Kit-tahs!

I'm looking out the window. Mommy has the air on in the kitchen-when our landlords cook the kitchen gets hot, as theirs is above ours, but the window in the bedroom is open and screened and there is a breeze as it's raining. Or, as Daddy would say; 'It's like a cow peeing on a flat rock' or 'it's a gully buster for sure!'

Now, I might have mentioned this before, but my Daddy is from the South. This means, when he speaks Human, he has very strange sayings that sometimes make mommy start coughing when she's drinking something...such as...

'He's as nervous as a dog pooping (thats the 'polite' word) hot peppers.

or:
'He's as nervous as a cat trying to cover up poop (polite word again) on a tin roof in the rain.'

Or 'I had to go in and tell them today how the cow ate the cabbage'. (I don't understand this. We have no cows, so how would he know how they ate the cabbage?)

Or 'thats about as useless as t...ts (you get the idea) on a boar.) (apparently thats a big wild pig, but we haven't those either, so don't know how he would know this, either.

I do know when Mommy and Daddy were down getting married and took a ride, they saw said 'wild boars' and Daddy's sister, who had just met mommy said in a very alarmed voice when she heard this: 'Wild boars? Y'all gotta be careful of them...they can chase you for miles!'

To which Daddy replied 'Well, wish they chased us on back here so we could put up on the barbecue!'

You see...Daddy is strange. It must be the heat back South that did it.

Now, on to the news about ME!

I had a senior panel done Saturday. The lovely little vet and vet tech stole my blood, and then called and gave mommy and daddy the results. I am doing well! The only issue is that my liver enzymes are a little high. Mommy said its similar to Bella. Dr. M says I should have a sonogram, but this isn't an emergency-it's just Mommy was thinking about having my teeth done, as I only have 5 and they are very yellow and could do with a cleaning. However, I would need to have the sonogram first, so this is not an emergency, as I'm eating just fine and in no discomfort.

I have had some vomiting, but it's been very hot before Daddy got the air conditioner in. I'm doing better, and enjoying laying on the bed and relaxing, and taking my ease.

I hope everyone is doing well...Mommy is still not working, but doing something called an 'internship' and starts what she hopes will be her last round of classes tomorrow. She didn't have much of a break, not even a week with internship.

I'm thinking of you all here, with much love,
Natalie the Natcat
Tiny Face, Tiny Paws

a birthday letter to Natalie from Mommy

Dear Natalie,
It hardly seems that it's nearly 4 years ago we bought you home, a fiesty, endearing little raccoon like orange cat with the strangest little face and the tiniest little paws. I remember how you crawled out into daddy's lap at the bad shelter, I remember how sad you looked when he put you back. When he said 'we'e have to get her' I was right there with him. I didn't know you'd be my 4th feline wonder, my fiesty and funny Mah cat. How I love your little face, and as I watch you walk, hear you yell, and feel your paw on my hand in the morning, I am so glad we found you.
I know at times you don't understand why others have come, but maybe somewhere inside you do know. You inspire us, a little mystery of a cat-why do you walk the way you do? What breed are you, or are you mixed with? A strange, quickly little cat with the most expressive eyes. And of everyone, perhaps you are the cat who has really, aside from Bella, captured me. For you demand love with everything in you, with the most wonderful 'MAAAH!!!{ and a demanding smacky paw when those who love you aren't paying enough attention.
We estimate you to be 16 or 17. We don't know...you were found walking down a street, head up, tail high, and you yelled at your Rescuer. She got you into her basement, where you remained for a year til she was able to get you into the bad shelter. But maybe not so bad-you're with us now.
This year-the diagnosis of CKD-meaning daily azodyl, sub-q fluids, and doses of pepcid. Yet you remain our Nat, our little terror with orange fur, looking at us with dissaproval if you don't get what you want.
I'm so happy you are here with us...thank you Natalie. We love you.

Mommmy and Daddy.

My 'alleged' birthday! Happy birthday to me!

Today is the day my pawrents picked for my birthday, because, as we all know, those of us who are elderwise are truly ageless...

It's not the age, dear kit-tahs, tis the milage.

I'm hanging in there, doing well. I walk around, boss the other cats, hiss at everyone I can, and am, in general, Queen of All I can see, and some of what I can't.

This year has been one of plenty of food, naps, sunshine, bratty boys, having to share with others....grrr...

It's been filled with joy....my dear friends....
It's been filled with sadness as we see kittahs go to the bridge, and we grieve, as do their folks.

It's been a year of firsts, moving here to a new place, enjoying the love I'm getting, and just getting to be me.

It's been finding out for my pawrents that I have CKD and now, for me, need some pills smeared with butter and pincy weird watter needles in my back.

It's been mommy spending more time, and me giving more smacks.

It's been a year of kisses on daddy's face, and smacks there too.

It's been a year of love and light and smiles, and the Evil Tail. It keeps following me and I have to yell and hiss at it.

And it's been a year that I have missed many of you, for mommy has been taken over by demands from work and school.

Now...today I will lay here in the remains of the afternoon sun.. I will hiss at the newcomer in my room-another story-and I will curl up in my little bed, and purr. I've had dinner, I have mommy to wait on me, I have other cats to boss...I have a daddy who loves me.

What more could I ask for?

Oh, probably alot more...but I am humble.

Wishing all those who don't have a home of their own, a home.


It's good to be me.

love and light,
Natalie the Natcat
Tiny Face, Tiny Paws
Wallaby legs
Big Harrys Twin Forever.