My yearly check up

I’m happy today. Just came back from the vet clinic for HIV and FeLV test, it came out negative. It was sure a peace of mind knowing I’m healthy and free for all diseases. Also had my yearly vaccine and deworm today.

That no good nasty doctor sticks something in my PooPoo part. I guess he was taking my temperature or something. Not too sure. I hate him!!! On my last visit he stole my nuts and today he molested me. I politely asked that he return me my nuts he said he misplaced it. Gurrrrrr……..I wish I had my claws on him but nope instate I was too chicken, I stayed put. Maybe in a year or two, when I’m bigger and braver, I’ll take my revenge on him.

Because I behaved well throughout my visit, mommy and doctor praised me for being such a brave boy. For that I get to eat my favorite tuna today. But that doesn’t mean I forgave the doctor for molested me.

My "lion cut"

I knew mommy was up to something fishy today. She treated me exceptionally well since yesterday. The last time I could remember when she was unusually good towards me, the next morning I discovered my nuts were gone. I just don’t feel good about her action. I can smell mommy is up to something BAD!

There you see…I KNEW IT. I over heard her conversation on the phone with daddy to meet us at the groomer shop. See what did I tell you? I knew it she’s up to no good! I don’t need a groomer!!!! I can groom myself pretty well, I smell good my nails are trimmed and why on earth a groomer for? No please…. Mommy…..no please…..don’t do that to me…. !!

Grrrrrrr they are so cruel. WHAT? A “Lion Cut”, mommy said to the groomer. BAD MOMMY AND DADDY!!!!!! Look what they are turning me into? My nightmare began!!! I know mommy complains I shed tremendously even just by petting. My beautiful fur is all over the house despite vacuuming every day. Regardless daily brushing 3-4 times a day, on Hill’s Science Plan food and Brewers Yeast supplement which supposing helps to reduce shedding, but nothing seems to work. I was restrained from their sofas, no walking to the kitchen, bedrooms, especially lap sitting is a big NO NO to them.

I spent pain staking 5 hours at the groomers place. Came home feeling exhausted. As usual upon reaching home the two silly humans tried to cheer me up with my favorite wet tuna. I went straight to bed after my meal ignoring them. Not speaking to them either. No good Papa and Mama.

At some stage in my sleep……. Oh My God…I thought I was dreaming. Mommy came to me, carried and placed me on her LAP!!!! Yes on her lap…I GOT TO SIT ON HER LAP ! Purrs…..

I know I don’t look as handsome and adorable as before but I know I’m still their baby. Lion cut is not a bad idea after all consider the weather here in Malaysia is so hot and humid. I now get to enjoy sitting with them on the couch, kitchen is not a restriction to me anymore AND…for the first time mommy even allow me to hop on her bed. Yippee!!! I’m a happier cat.

You can view my slide video, me with my new hair cut.

Smushy Face of the Week!

Yippy I have reason to be happy today. I have been chosen as the Smushy Face Cat Club's Smushy Face of the Week! For that, they awarded a rosette, 100 treats and a spot in their group photo album which you can view here. I feel so honored and happy. I can’t wait to tell Mommy and daddy, she’ll be very proud of me. For that, I’m going to make them buy me more toys and treats. Awww what can I say but to thank the club members for making my day. I'm too excited, I don't think I can sleep today.

Online Photo Contest

Yes…you can count me in. I’m all way out to compete. Nothing is going to stop me. What mommy?..... What do you mean you are not supporting me? Why not?..... You think I’m not charming and photogenic enough to win the judges heart? What happen to the names you always call me? My sweet… charming… handsome… adorable baby. Does all that ring your bell? She said thats not what she meant. She apprehends me being a Super Star overnight, life would completely change. No more privacy, paparazzi around me all the time, hectic with my friends, entertainments…blah…blah..blah…. But mommy…. with or without your support I’m giving it a shot. Besides all my friends are participating. If it takes my life time savings, for a groomer, costumes and photographer, just to win, so shall it be. Please mommy…please…….I Love you.

Ok mommy's consent been taken care off, as for daddy, he has no objection what so ever. I’m so excited. Oh…oh…oh… what should I do first? Mommy where is the best place to go for grooming? Do you think I need to bleach my teeth for a more beautiful smile? Don’t be silly Hugo….Next, we were busy taking tons of shots, working on my photo album, carefully selecting the best. No Hugo…not like this…sit a little up right, now tilt your head a little bit more…yes that’s right…little bit more…good now tuck your tummy…..beautiful, say cheese…….. Hours, flashes of light kept coming. Phew I’m exhausted the flash is hurting my eyes, need a break. WHAT more shots? Aww…..No more mommy….can we continue tomorrow? It would be nice if you could prepare my dinner while I check out more details on the contest? By the way don’t forget my favorite wet tuna.

It says….
1) Contest Time Frames - blah blah blah…. Ok understood.

2) Awards and Prizes - Wow… it got me more excited. I’m seeing myself a winner already. The grand price goes to……drums drooling …. HUGO from Malaysia…….

3) Contest Organizers - The World's Coolest Dog & Cat Show (tm) a production of Dogster, Inc. It doesn’t matter to me as long I’m the Grand winner.

4) Rules and Regulations - All entrants must be legal U.S. residents to enter. WHAT….. AM I SEEING I CORRECTLY? Wait a minute….what about me? I’m a Malaysia resident does that mean I not qualify?? Oh please…please my honorable, compassionate, kind hearted Judges, can you make exception for me? I swear I won’t tell. I have paws like any kitty does… I meow, eat, walk, play, purr… like them. Why can’t I qualify? What? No? Rules are rules? MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M NOT QUALIFY TO PARTICIPATE. Oh…my poor sweet Hugo, don’t be disappointed. Perhaps some day, they might open to all countries. Oh yeah? How long do I have to wait? Today I'm still young, handsome and charming, maybe when the time comes, I might need a face lift. How can I compete with young beautiful kitties? BOO...HOO...I WANT TO PARTICIPATE.

Missing Fish

My friends must be wondering where I have gone missing. Yes yes I know its been a while since I last updated Caster. Not that I’m neglecting my Catster friends but I have a big task to do at home. You see…I’ve been telling mommy to allow me to guard her kitchen from a few nasty cats that kept ransacking our kitchen. She said I was being silly, making such a big fuss over it. HEI MOM…….. I’M NOT LYING…look, look at the floor there are traces of foot print. No mommy those are not my prints. Look those are tiny prints...I have a larger paws. She wouldn’t listen, refused to believe me and insisted I stay off the kitchen. WHAT you think I’m stupid? I know the fact that mommy worries I steal her food, giving excuses that I shed too much. Insisted kitchen is a restricted area for me. Ya…ya… only fools would believe. Besides, even if I do, not that I’m going to eat all of her meals, I have a small appetite, the most I’ll just take a quarter of her share and still leave some for mommy.

Restricted to the kitchen eh….HAHAHAHA now everything calls for a change. YIPPEE HOORAYYYYY…….I’m free to go in and out of the kitchen. It all started when mommy was preparing dinner in the kitchen. She had this yummy yummy mouth watering fresh Cod fish marinated ready for cooking, there came a call Ring….Ring…, like any one would do, rushed to attend the call. There she goes….you know how its like when women chat over the phone, yes you are right, none stop, chit chat….chit chat…chit chat. MOMMY….MOMMY I SMELL INTRUDER IN THE KITCHEN. You hear me mommy, hurry!!! Helloooooo……….forgot sake hang off the phone!!! Quickly I ran back to the kitchen door. Helplessly I scratch and push the door with all my strength, couldn’t get door to open. I sleep too much. Need to go to Gym to build more strength. Scratch,sniff, push….scratch, sniff, push….. Mommy shouted across “HUGO….stop doing that!” But…but…but …mommy…intruder.

Finally she was done with her lengthy conversation, went back the kitchen, only to discover her whole fish was gone. Poor mommy with her miserable looking face, shocked and disbelieved. Hei… wait a minute…..don’t blame me, you shut me off from the kitchen, remember?? If only I’m allowed to the kitchen, none of this would happen. There goes her dinner….Mommy and daddy landed eating out. Which nasty cat stole mommy’s fish? I think it’s the black one. Not too sure, there are a few who thinks they own the kitchen.

So you see my friends, I’ve been busy guarding the kitchen lately day and night. This may sound an easy task, but trust me its not. You have to be alert all the time, 24 hours day and night. I constantly need to file my nails make sure its sharp and be prepared for a fight when the need arise. Mommy may call me scary cat. Scary I may be, but when comes to protect my territory, nothing going to stop me.

The Month of August

The month of August, a very special month for me, I have reason to be happy. My birthday is around the corner. I’m very anxious for the day to come. Never had I experienced birthday celebration. Not too sure mom and dad have plans for me. I won’t put too much hope, but it would be nice if they remember. Nahhh....they most probably would be too busy with their work and forgot about it. Besides who would celebrates birthday for kitties? But I do know many of my friend’s mommy celebrate birthday for their kitties. Wouldn't it be nice to at least experience it once.
Let me take this opportunity to wish all Catster kitties (3,464 in total as of to date) born in the Month Of August a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Meow..meow............

I’M HOME….I’M HOME

Yea….I’M HOME….I’M HOME …..*Boom Boom Ci Ka Boom Boom * me doing my cat dance. Its been long (10 days) since I last leap or even run. I can see mom’s smile on her face seeing me running and jumping. You bet I’m back to my self, Oh oh (excited) about me losing privilege on the sofa. LOL…. I gain my privilege back. Yeehaaaaaaaaa…..I guess she felt so bad trying to make it up for me. HAHA I’m already driving my mom crazy. That’s me alright.

Have we found the caused of my wound? Nope, mommy gave up. She searched every inch of the house for silightest clue but no indication. We just hope this will never occur again. Never the less, mommy is still putting an eye on every move I make.

Thank you my dear friends for all your wishes, prayers and positive thoughts. (muack muack)

At The Hospital

My dear friends, you may be shock to hear about this, I’m writing this to you in Dr Ben Hospital, I’ll be there a few days until mommy feels more assured and comfortable to bring me home. What happened was, this morning mommy woke up to discover blood all over the floor. I could hear her voice trembling as she called for me. I quickly walked to her pleading for help with my tiny little voice. Not too sure if she understood me. Because of the blood on the floor which calls for her immediate attention, the first thing she did without hesitant was to check on me.

The only thing that ran thru mom’s thoughts was, it must have came from my big operation last week (castration) either the incision didn’t closed well or from a sever infection. But it doesn’t make sense to her, as she knew I have recovered from my operation. It was just two days ago, she checked again on my incision it healed pretty well. Mommy picked me up, laid me on the ottoman, she was shock to discover a big opened wound on the lowest part of my belly. I’m not exaggerating my friend, IT IS NOT A CUT, IT IS A HOLE, a hole so big that one could see thru what’s inside my tummy.

Where and how on earth I got that? Don’t ask me, I really can’t remember. Mommy checked every inch of the house looking for indication or any kind possibilities that might have caused my injury but failed. What query mommy most was, how could this have happened especially knowing I haven’t find the strength to jump yet. She asked if I could have tried to jump, couldn’t reach and cling on to something that might have slit my tummy. Poor mommy… I know she is very worry about me now and will not have peace of mind until she finds the caused of it.

Mommy and Daddy were very proud of me because Dr Ben was not sure if I’ll be able to handle without local anesthesia. He went ahead to perform stitches on me while Daddy was asked to hold me tight. I could tell especially from mommy’s face, worried I might tear her face off. LOL I have to say I’m proud of myself too. No crying no struggling, just a tiny meow or two for attention. Maybe it’s because of daddy and mommy’s constant stroke and comfort words, I know I’ll be alright.

I WANT TO GO HOME. I miss mommy and daddy already.

By the way those of you who are curious about my open wound, mommy took some pictures. Go ahead and click the below link. Before that, make sure your browser is set to allow pop-ups or the page might not load.

Picture of my wound. Beware this photograph displayed is very graphic and could be disturbing to some viewers

Dr Ben Stitching my wound

Finally given an antibiotic jab

The same me

I was mad at mommy for castrating me but now I understand she did it for my own good. My personality did not change, I’m back to my normal self, just like I did before. I can now enjoy a healthier longer life. I realized my urine odor not as strong as before. I bet mommy is happy about it. I also learned, I will be at lower risk for certain diseases, such as cancer, and less prone to infection from the injuries in fights.

Although I lost my privileges on the sofa, because I wee wee on it, not only that, the same day I urinated on her Gym bag, the next morning I woke up to discover I lost my nuts. Now I do not have to worry about my undesirable" behavioral changes” . Hope I will one day earn back my sofa privileges. So far so good…. I behaved well.

Missing Parts

My dear friends, I’ve recovered from my big operation. Today is my third day, I can walk but slowly, but haven’t got the strength to run or jump yet. Gradually I’m picking up my appetite. For now I prefer to be left alone. You bet I’m very mad with mommy. I’m not talking to her yet. How could one accept, waking up to discover something most important part of my organ is gone. She said it would be good for me. What good would it be if I lost my nuts? Will my girlfriend concerned with what I don’t have between my legs? What about my dignity? My friends may laugh at me and call me names. In ancient china the practice of castrated men as guardian of emperor, emperor’s wife and concubine is called eunuch. So what am I? I feel this is the end of the world for me. My friend Simba said I will eventually forget the whole thing and get back to my wonderful self. I hope he is right. For now, at least I know I’m not the only one out there with missing parts. That is a comfort for sure.