April 3rd 2013 5:36 pm
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I feel so special, I got tagged by two of my gal-pals in the same day! So here it goes: Compliments of Xena and Samhain!
If you would like to play the Spring game, just copy my diary, change the answers to yours and tag five of your friends!
Five Things I Like About Spring:
1. Everyone is happy!
2. I'm going to quote Xena here since she has the right idea: "Watching the birdies and dreaming of catching one."
3. Hoping flys get inside. I am a fly annihilator!
4. The windows are open more often!
5. It means summer is coming. Mom has more time to spend with me in the summer!
Stick'in with the gal-pal theme here:
Calie Dreamette 17
March 21st 2013 8:43 pm
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I'm itchy. *hiss* I mean I'm REALLY ITCHY. I've had this issue before, but mom thought I was doing better. The last few days have been a huge flare-up. I thought that if I took my sand-paper tongue and removed the fur in the offending areas that I might be able to get to the itch and make it stop. But, it keeps itching so I keep licking. When momma came home today she was upset to find that my sandpaper tongue also works well to remove skin. I have some sores now and she's afraid I'm going to get an infection. Now she tells me I have to go to a dermatologi-somethin.' I have a suspicion its going to be annoying like the vet. Can you believe mom took photos of my naked belly and sent them to my vet in our other city? I told her this was embarrassing, but she says Doc needs to know how it's going and that we need a referral. Again- "HISSES" I say. "Hisses."
March 12th 2013 7:13 pm
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So mom and I are at a bit of an impasse. I say I'm right, she says she's right...so I say, "Fine. We will see what our catster friends think!" and she says, "Yes, let's see what they think!" Obviously, we both think we will be proven correct!
She says, "I feed your belly, therefore I can kiss it!" Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a complete momma's girl and I do allow her to do this, but this is a kindness I offer her. No one else is allowed to touch my belly. Therefore she should not feel entitled! ...should she?
It is my given right, no-my duty-- to attend to her while she visits the porcelain litter. It is absolutely my entitlement and not a "kindness she offers me." Right? About that on a related note: sometimes she uses it against me, like if I've ran under the bed to avoid something such as a trip to the vet. Can you believe that she will go in there and then when I come in she jumps-up and grabs me--that she was never using the litter at all, and it was one GIANT CON!??!? What an obvious abuse of my consistently good behavior! This is by no means acceptable!
So, please weigh in on these issues, as I'm waiting to see who is right so that I may gloat accordingly.
Oh- and she also wanted me to ask who of you has this "Litter genie" and how they like it.
Also, who is also on Dogster. She's trying to get everyone's pages done, but when she looks over there it seems a little quiet. She's working on the pages, but wants to wait on friends until they're all done so it doesn't get too confusing. She says I'll have to let everyone know when they are all done. A couple of the memorial pages might take a while 'cause she has to scan photos.
So please let us know so I can tell her I'm right. -With love and respect of course.
March 7th 2013 6:24 pm
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Mom was finally going to get a full 8 hours of sleep last night, but I woke her up mid-way through. She forgave me though 'cause I didn't really want to wake her up, but I wasn't breathing so well and I needed a puff of the strong medicine. Yes--I'm smart like that. One time a couple of years ago, I was having an asthma attack and I woke her up by pulling her alarm clock down by the cord. It hit her in the head. Oops. I usually take the most subtle yet effective method possible. Momma says she doesn't even know what I did to wake her up last night, I was making noise with something. When she asked me what in the world I was doing I jumped back up on the bed by her head so she could hear that I needed my medicine. I have a love-hate relationship with that medicine though. I know it makes me feel better, but it smells funny and makes me feel funny. The stuff I take everyday is fine, but the strong stuff is...well, strong.
Gladly, I can report feeling just fine today--so that medicine was just what I needed. Thanks mom. Glad you didn't make me break out the alarm clock!
March 2nd 2013 1:06 am
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I see momma hi-jacked my diary while I was distracted with my birthday activities! I guess it's ok since she had good things to say about me. *giggles*
Guess what--she made me a special birthday dinner! It was chicken breast cooked in olive oil with rosemary and sage and a side of avocado! Oh-yummy! Mom doesn't know how to show me how to post a photo here in my diary, otherwise I'd show you, but I'm sure you can imagine it. I was moving too much anyway, mowing down, so the photos are a little blurry. I couldn't help it--who has time to pose when they have that yummy stuff to eat!?!?
I would have made a diary entry that night, but I was in a playful mood, so momma played with me instead. She's thankful I still like to play.
My catster fur-iends are so great! They showered me with birthday wishes and gifts, even cool pictures! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME FEEL SPECIAL! This was one of the bestest birthdays ever!
February 27th 2013 12:28 pm
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Happy Birthday my sweet baby girl. I can hardly believe you’re 14 today. I remember when you were so tiny and I brought you home that first day: Your eyes were still blue, your ears were so huge, and you were so, so LOUD. In fact, your complete and utter lack of volume control is one of the things that made me bring you home with me. I was not looking for a kitty that day. I was not looking for a kitty that week or even year... When I left the house that day I didn’t warn Fig that he would soon have a little sister, because I didn’t know. I didn’t know you were about to find me and snag my heart. When I heard you meowing and MEOWING in that cage--I had to pick you up. Then that purr! Oh my what a purr! You remember the rest too I’m sure. I put you back, you meowed and meowed. I picked you back up, you purred and purred. I put you back AGAIN, not getting the hint. “MEOW, MEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWW.....” So I picked you back up again. More purrs. Then I handed you to your grandma. More purrs. She handed you back to me... I never let go; you had my heart.
Figaro was unamused by my decision to bring you home--that’s for sure. But he got over it. He got over it and came to love you too. He loved to use you as a pillow, and to wrestle with you, and to steel your food. But he loved his little sister. I remember when you two would wrestle (aka "kitty-rumble") and he would lay on his back because you didn’t stand a chance in head-on combat. I remember that you, being a little stinker would slip around him and bite his paws because he didn’t like his paws being touched. Kitty Christmases were always the best. You two would play and play with your new toys and try to steel treats from each other. ...I remember when you got sick and starting having so much trouble breathing. I thought I would have him with me longer than I would have you even though he was five years your senior... Now you are 14, exactly the age he was when I lost him to the bridge. We were so lucky to have you there. You laid with him constantly when he was sick. I remember how you tried to tell me to let him go--you bit me when I was treating him. It made me cry and cry, but you were right. I remember when I did let him go, you hissed and ran away. I know those were kitty tears.
When I brought you home that Spring day, how could I have ever known you’d be such a momma’s girl? I am honored and humbled by the knowledge that you love me so deeply...that no one else would ever have the same place in your heart that I do. I can certainly say no one would ever have the same place in my heart as you do, but all my fur babies have their own place. What is different about you is that I have never had a fur-baby whom I felt so much love from. Especially knowing that others do not get that same love from you--just me. I know that you don’t like your world as much without me in it. That is scary. That is scary and wonderful to be needed so much. I know I wouldn’t like my world as much without you in it.
I could buy a car with the money I’ve spent on you in vet bills. I have a car, but I would rather walk than not have you in my life. I would EASILY make that choice. My point is I don’t regret a penny of it. I don’t regret any of the bad times, because they mean I got the good times too. Remember when you were little and were flexing your “muscles” of independence and willfulness? One of your favorite things to do was to get up on a shelf and poise your paw ready to knock down some breakable object. You’d wait for me to look at you and say something. Then it would go... Oh you little stink! I’m glad you grew out of that, but also glad I have the memory of it--because it was only you. I’m glad you never out grew wanting to play with my hair. It’s fun even if I complain that you get it “kitty-spitty.”
My favorite sound in the world is you singing. --Good thing because you keep me awake with it often enough. Your purr, your soft fur, your whiskers in my face, your kneading paws on me, our conversations... all some of my most favorite things about existence.
I hope you enjoy your chicken dinner I’m about to make you, because I enjoy you every day. I enjoy all of our moments and I thank God for you daily.
Thank you for being my special baby girl. Happy Birthday.
February 22nd 2013 5:47 pm
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So I read my brofurs diary... He thinks he's all that huh? Well at least he does protect me, and he is my favorite brofur after all. Oh-yeah: "Concatualations on your DDP brofur."
But all the comments got me thinking about NAMES... odd things aren't they? Most people do not say my name correctly. They say it like the human person--what is it?--"Flockhart." But it's actually pronounced: Cal-EEE-sta. It is from Greek mythology, in reference to the inscription on the golden apple thrown by the goddess of Discord to the goddesses Athena, Aphrodite and Hera, meaning: "For the Fairest," Mamma thought I was very "fair" and named me accordingly.
The best part is that my human cousin is named after me. At first my aunt did not want to admit her baby was named after a cat, but then mamma overheard her tell my boy cousin that I was born before his sister was...he, he, he--momma enjoyed that. My cousin is a very purrty little girl and will grow up to carry my purrty name when I can no longer be with my mamma here on earth. I think that's a nice legacy.
So let's hear it--How did you all get your names?" Harley, Zachary, Gris, and Mallee all left great stories on my brofurs page-so you should check that out too.
February 14th 2013 4:54 pm
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Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Hope you're enjoying some extra fuzzy love and whisker kisses!
I feel better today too--so that's the best gift for me. But mamma also gave me some tuna water and a toy. The toy is a fuzzy ball (like what I have already) and some feathers on a string with a wand she can fling around for me. My fuzzy ball is my favorite toy, I also like my spider on a string...but a fuzzy ball on a string? Not sure what I think of that yet--the jury is still out. The tuna water was the best part.
Happy Valentine's Day!
February 13th 2013 7:50 pm
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Thank you Catster for making me a DDP. Thank you my furriends for sending both concatulations and healing purrs my way...Angel Buddie, Smiley Cassanova, Luke, Beepers, Zeke--I appreciate you guys.
I'm feeling quite a bit better. But I'm still breathing a little heavy and mamma is still watching me very closely. I have had to have extra inhaler doses, but thankfully, she didn't have to give me prednisone (whew!). We even got to play with my bouncy spider for a couple of minutes this evening before I starting breathing too heavy and mamma said it was time to stop...
Hopefully tomorrow I will feel even better,
February 11th 2013 12:01 pm
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I've had some great days lately, but today, not so much... Even though we don't get snow in our wind here, there is something else in it --ALLERGENS. (As mamma calls them.) They are horrible and they make it to where I can't breath very well. Mom has sinus troubles, like lots of humans around here, but I can't breath and that is very stressful. I had to take albuterol today in addition to my regular inhaler--YUCK! I don't like how albuterol makes me feel, but it helps me breath better... I hope it kicks in and helps a lot really soon, otherwise mom is going to start shoving things down my throat like prednisone. Oh how I HATE the taste of prednisone. It takes a million freeze-dried turkey bites to take that taste away... And we all know mom won't give me a million...
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