Likes: Birdwatching from her window perch, hangin' with her human, licking and grooming her friends, doing the milk tread!
Pet-Peeves: Getting her nails clipped, thunderstorms
Favorite Toy: Milk jug caps -- she's a great soccer player!
Favorite Nap Spot: On her human's lap, pillow on her human's bed, upholstered chairs
Favorite Food: Homemade turkey and carrots. As for "junk" food, she loves cheddar cheese snacks.
Skills: She'll kiss your nose if you put your face near hers and say, "Kissy!" She will also play tag from time to time, when she's in the mood. And, she enjoys perching on her human's shoulders.
Arrival Story: She lived at the shelter where I used to volunteer with the dogs. It was kitten season, and they needed people to foster kittens and cats. I said I'd foster a cat and went into the cat shelter to choose. While other cats came around to flirt with me, Hattie was rather shy and stayed in her crate. However, when I stuck my hand in to pet her, she started licking me, and I was hooked. Needless to say, the "foster" arrangement went out the window and Hattie became my permanent roommate.
Bio: Meow! When I was about a year old, I was living on the street and some nice people in kitty rescue found me and brought me into a shelter. I met my human roommate there about four months later.
I have some sort of skin condition that my human and my doctor think came from too many vaccinations just after I was spayed. I was pregnant when I came into the shelter, and the shelter people felt it was best that my kitties were aborted, and the doctor thinks that all of the vaccinations, combined with the change in my hormone levels after the spay, hurt my immune system. I don't know what all of that means, but the condition makes me lick myself a lot, so I have bald spots sometimes.
At first I took some steroids to stop being so itchy, and soon thereafter I stopped using the litterbox. My human kept bringing me to the vet to help me, but nothing seemed to work -- not antibiotics, not even surgery! Plus, the pills made me really dopey and I didn't feel like doing anything. Even specialists didn't know what to do to help me. They said I had FLUTD, but I didn't have most of the symptoms. It was really scary, but my human always told me that I'm a pretty and sweet kitty and she loves me a lot, even if I did pee on the kitchen floor. She did a lot of research about my problem, and we decided to work with a homeopathic vet, stop the steroids and change my diet to raw food! Not long after, I stopped using the floor for my litterbox.
I really like my turkey and carrots. Some people think raw food is yucky, but if I was in the wild, I wouldn't make a campfire to cook my food, now would I? Plus, it makes me feel a lot more kitteny: I run around and climb more than I did on the medication, that's for sure!
Well, it's been a few days since I've seen Westside. He hasn't gotten into the bedroom, and I've been back to my old habits of laying on the human, doing the paw dance on her belly, and sleeping with her. Honestly, it feels nice to spend time with her without worrying that HE will come along and butt his nose in.
I have, though, gotten a little braver about the open door. A couple of times, the human has left the door ajar when she comes in to bring my meal and W is already eating in the kitchen. And I will also meet her at the door sometimes, though I'm not really sure I want to go out into the hallway if there's a possibility he'll come scampering over.
She did say something about keeping us apart for a while and then maybe reintroducing us little by little. I think that will mean him being in the carrier while I'm walking freely about the room. That would certainly be an interesting change!
So the Westside saga continues. And the human has told me that I have to be the bigger kitty and manage.
The other day she came in and spent a lot of time with me, alone, with the door shut. She did reiki hands on me, and it felt so good that I rolled onto my side and partially on my back, so she could rest her hands on my belly and chest. I never do that, so she was really encouraged, I think. Before that, I also gave her the happy paw dance on her belly, which made her very happy. It was a nice afternoon.
Well, last night she told me that I had to deal with it if Westside came in overnight, because she is tired of waking up at 4:30 a.m. to the sound of him singing outside the bedroom door. Well, when she turned out the light, I was nestled securely under the chest of drawers next to the bed, my new post since Westside keeps coming under the bed. Westside, however, stayed out in the living room.
Then, during the night, I jumped up on the bed to lay on the pillow next to the human's head, where it smells nice. She woke up around 4 a.m. and reached up to pet me for awhile. Prrrrrrr! But then Westside came in and jumped up on the bed, so I had to hiss! He wouldn't leave, so I hissed some more! Finally he got the point when the human told him to leave and tapped him off the bed. He's a bit dense, that Westside.
Anyway, the human tells me we are going to do this again tonight, so we'll see what happens. I liked when she told me how proud she was to wake up with me on the bed. Now if only Westside would listen to me!
Among all of this tsimmis with Westside, I never wrote about my fur.
As you might know from reading my earlier diary entries, I had a long-time issue with the fur on my backside. For some reason, which the human and a lot of doctors couldn't figure, I kept licking myself a bald spot. Sometimes it would improve, other times it would get worse, but it persisted for years.
About four months ago, the human noticed that the fur was growing in thicker than it had in the past. And then, about two months ago, she noticed it was all filled in -- no bald areas at all!
Now, some think that it's because I got more company in the house and that it might have made me less nervous, but it started before Westside came along. I think it might have something to do with the reiki energy healing the human did with me, starting in March. She took a class on how to do it, figuring it was worth trying, and even if it didn't work, it would be an interesting thing to learn. She came home and tried some gentle touches with me, and they were warm and cozy. Maybe the energy changed something for me. In any case, I stopped licking so much!
Only thing is, it hasn't done anything for the nervousness I feel around Westside. Maybe we have to do it more, but I haven't been as patient with the process as I used to be. Hmmmm...