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Just Say'in

Drumroll for Who's Going to the Vet........

And the Vet-attending fur will be? ......... ....... Well Czar, you're right. I'm going to the vet... BUT SO ARE YOU!!!!! Mom says you're getting too skinny! Na, na-nana-na,-na! In fact we are ALL going to the vet! (mom's gonna go broke!) Jack is going now for his annual/heart worm check-up, Me to the dermatologist for itches on Wednesday, Czar and Crouton are going together on Thursday- both for senior blood work and Crouton's pre-dental, and Pistachio and Grace on Friday, Stash 'cause you've been doing your stinky IN FRONT of the litter INSTEAD OF IN IT, and Grace for her annual.

...at least this time I'm not suffering alone!

Just Say'in
-Calísta

My Furamily from My Purrspective

So now that most of you have met them all, mom said I can write in my diary about the whole furamily, or, "Aminal Faminy" as she puts it...but that's a tongue twister.

You see, I had a perfectly good black and white. That is to say, I had a tuxie brofur named Figaro, and I loved him very much. I remember when I came home with momma for the first time, he was already 5 yrs old. He hissed at me at first, but I won him over pretty fast. I was a pretty little girlie after all! We became best pals. (For those of you that don't believe me, you can look at his photos, or mine, momma has lots of pics of the two of us together.)

We were a two kitty household and we had SO MUCH FUN! One of our favorite things was playing in paper sacks. We'd crawl in and out and all over each other and attack the sides while the other one was in there. It was a blast! We had rumbles, but always for fun; we never hurt each other. When he'd get tired and roll over and paw at me I knew just what to do, I'd skirt out around him and nip his back paws! He hated his paws touched *tee, hee, hee!* Then we'd take a nap together and purr, purr, purr. We groomed each other too, that was also nice.

Then one day our whole world changed...we moved so far away from home that it took days and days to get there in the car, and we didn't see our friends & family anymore. But at least we were together and with momma!

But less than a year later Fig wasn't feeling so well most of the time... He didn't want to play anymore, and didn't really groom himself or me, so I helped and groomed us both extra! It was about that time that we met Grace and Jack. They were definitely a little wierd--being smelly and silly, but I thought they were ok for the most part. Grace hit me in the head a few times with her gigantic tale and that really made me hiss, but then I realized she didn't even realize she'd done it. What a strange concept, to be that unaware of one's own tail!!! So, I realized she was just a little daffy and not mean, so I just dodged her tale from then on. Things were still ok.

But finally my black and white wouldn't eat anymore, and I got grumpy and protective of him. When mom would try to do things to him I'd tell her off. One time I bit her because I thought she was hurting him. Then the day came that the vet came to our house and helped my black and white to the bridge ...it was a very sad day, and I hissed and ran away and hid.

When I came out I realized I had inherited all the special spots, like the pillow by mom's head. I took my new position with honor.

Then it seemed like only a couple of weeks later that the unimaginable happened. Mom took me out of my home and put me in a house OF BOYS. She said she was very sorry for this to have happened this way (right after Fig passing) but Daddy wasn't going to visit us anymore, we were going to live with him instead -AND HIS BOYS. So, now it was me and 4 brofurs I did NOT want. THEY COULD NOT REPLACE MY BLACK AND WHITE!

Mom tried all the standard approaches for introducing us, but I knew what they were, they were a pack of established horrible males! The first chance I got, I got the drop on one of 'em-- the fat orange one. I knew it was a matter of time before he got me first, so I took my opportunity when I could and he never even saw me coming! Mom got bloodied trying to break that one up. Daddy says the orangie (Stash) didn't even know how to hiss until that day....well Hrrumpf- I don't care! I knew his plan!

So, time went by...with me captive in this house of horrors. But then I realized that the flame point, Loudon, kind of reminded me of Fig! Mom thought so, apparently I did too, because I actually started hanging out with him. By this point Pistachio did not like me at all, Czar would stalk me, and Crouton just kind of watched everything. Things were looking up a little because I had a new friend. How was I supposed to know he...was sick too... Then, two years and two days after Figaro had crossed the bridge, he welcomed Loudon.

I said THAT'S IT, I DON'T NEED ANY MORE BROFURS! And THAT's pretty much where I'm at these days. Crouton is ok, he's by far my favorite because he never messes with me and doesn't let anyone else mess with me either. He protects me. But I will not let him touch me (mom hopes someday...). And Czar, don't even get me started on Czar. Mom says I can't use the 4-letter H-word so I won't. No, I LOATHE Czar. (See mom, starts with a "L!") He stalks me when I eat, sneaks up behind my nap spots, watches me in the litter...ugh! I can't stand him! If you don't believe me--read his diary--he doesn't lie! So, since I just turned 14 and he's pushing 17, mom has decided to just let us live separate lives. We are never together at night or when no human is home...she worries that he will hurt me, or that I'll hurt myself just freaking out, and she worries even more that Crouton will hurt him defending me (Nonners has about 10lbs on him). She knows it's not ideal, but it seems to be the best for now. I still get the pillow by mom's head...since I've always been such a momma's girl and I rightfully inherited it. They all have each other, and all three of them sleep together.

So, that's the fam in all it's dysfunctional glory. And now you know why sometimes I say I don't like my brofurs. Oh well--time will tell.

Hey--at least I like the dogs!

Just say'in
-Calísta.

Catching up, Family Pages, Mother's Day, ...and Thank- yous!

So, mom survived the "most awfullest time of the year." Which for her is the last two weeks of April and the first two weeks of May...but they're over for another year! YEAH!!! So, we weren't too active on catster during that time 'cuz, if she doesn't have time to sleep or give me proper attention, she won't let me write in my diary. Which is ok I guess, I'd rather have her give me my personal attention! (please take no offense) I need my pets and playtime! She is sorry if she made me miss things though. She tried to let me catch up, so hopefully we didn't miss any special events. If we did please accept our apologies--or mom's I should say--as it wasn't my fault.

You might have noticed (or not) that mom FINALLY got ALL the family pages done, even the Angels. Please check out their pages, and we want to catch up on furiends, most of my furiends haven't met my brofurs yet. So, here's the introduction! Mom says I can write about my purrr-spective on the furamily soon.

And yesterday we were with both of the grandmas and missed the fun here on catster. Thank you to our friends who thought of us: Sleeper, Samhian, Fearless, Owl, Socks, Ferals, and beloved Angels, Malle, Milo, Rhett, Sam, Zig and cherished Angels, Luke, Tully Sammy & Natasha, Tink & Snow, Calie, Tiny tot, Moe, Moe Littleboy, Freckles and precious Angels, Kirby, Tristan & Loved Angels and Durga. You guys are all wonderfurs!

We wish a VERY HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all of the wonderfur kitty-mommas here on catster. Momma doesn't have little humans, so she doesn't get the same kind of attention as those that do, but I say 6 furbabies and a solid dozen herp-babies HAVE GOT to take as much work, love and worry as a little human. Some will argue... but momma--I call BULL...well, bull rubbish on that.

Just Say'in
-Calísta.