Nicknames: Kitty of Cute Proportions, My Kitty, Silly Kitty, Patilla the Hun, Pattabootabotti, Patty Cat, My Baby Cat
Birthday: April 13th 2001
Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: Studying humans; playing with toy mice
Pet-Peeves: Blair, who eats my mice; Katie going away; Beijing; Buddy; remodeling of my rooms
Favorite Toy: Toy mice
Favorite Nap Spot: Literature (I absorb information through the books I touch); on top of boxes; the rocking chair; secluded corners.
Favorite Food: Fancy Feast, which I only receive on special occasions (I have to watch my weight, you know!).
Skills: I sit, lay down, come, and jump off of things on command, when I feel like it; I play fetch with Katie; I can look adorable in any situation.
Arrival Story: I don't remember my litter of kittens well, but I remember that all of us and all of the adults looked almost exactly alike. When Katie came to my farm to pick one of us, only my brother and I remained. Katie decided she wanted me, because I was obviously so much more adorable than my brother. On the way to my new home in the car, I curled up on Katie's lap and shivered--I'll admit it, I was terrified. But I didn't move, and I didn't throw up or go to the bathroom on Katie at all, and we developed a special bond then and there that transcends time and space. Apparently, I was named after my former owner, whose name was Pat.
Bio: I look like an Ocicat, according to Katie. Apparently, Ocicats came about through a breeding of Siamese and Abyssinians--both breeds that Katie is attracted to. She doesn't really like how either looks now. She used to rent a book about cats from a library, and the book was from the 70s. Both breeds were very attractive then, but now Abyssinians have huge ears, and Siamese...well...they look like dogs. They have such long, big, dog-like noses, really! And they've got huge ears, and they look anorexic! Tonkinese look like old-fashioned Siamese, and Katie prefers them now. Anyway, I am much prettier than any Abyssinian or Siamese, and probably even cuter than the Ocicats I resemble. Just look at my pictures; aren't I irresistible?
I developed glaucoma and uveitis in 2012. Katie worked at my veterinary hospital, so I came to work with her very frequently throughout the next year. Diagnostics never did reveal the cause of my disease - Katie wonders if I came from an inbred colony where none of my relatives lived long enough for such a disease to show up. Anyway, I was treated with eye drops to reduce inflammation and blood pressure medication to reduce the pressure in my eyes. When I went to the vet for a routine dental cleaning and it was discovered that my left eye was now completely blind, the dental cleaning was cancelled and Katie took my two hours away to a specialist. All kinds of surgical options were available, but all were very expensive and most didn't work well on cats. The course Katie chose was to resume eye drops and blood pressure medication while I slowly lost sight in my right eye. When that occurred, I underwent a three-hour surgery to have both eyes removed. They were then sent off for further diagnostics, but revealed nothing.
During the process of the disease, my eyes became so inflamed that they were red. I stopped talking, I stopped moving, and I remained hunched up and grumpy all the time. Immediately after the surgery, I was in less pain than I had been before surgery. I recovered quickly, lost weight, started talking, and became a happy cat again. And, since I went blind slowly, I learned how to live as a blind cat slowly, and my fellow pets learned how to live with a blind cat slowly as well.
But I'm still adorable, and now I've got what they call the "pity factor" working for me, as well.
Katie, Blair, Buddy, and I now live in a little house out in the country. I, being blind, am an inside cat, and Buddy, being annoying, is also a reluctant indoor cat. He's constantly trying to figure out how to get outside, though. Silly fool.
Anyway, my blindness led me to me being given special considerations. I have my steps to Katie's bed by night; by day, the bed is covered with a plastic tarp, as I have been known to be lazy and pee on the bedding rather than find the litter box. There are two litter boxes in the house, mine and Buddy's. His is cleverly blocked off in the dog crate so that the dog can't reach it. Mine is tucked away in the utility closet, also blocked from the dog, and with a washable training pad underneath. The training pad is a necessity because I poop in the litter box and pee in front of it. Katie battled me on this for a good while, trying to figure out what my problem with peeing in the litter box could be, but she gave up and I won two training pads.
I am fed twice daily, a special prescription diet food I share with Buddy because otherwise we get loose stools. On Sunday evenings, Buddy and I split a small can of wet food, just for fun. I have multiple cat beds scattered around the house - but not in the bedroom, because I pee on them if they are kept there. I know, I'm difficult. Deal with it.
All in all, life is not bad. I just wish Buddy would figure out that I have never played with him in the past and I will not start now, being blind and three pounds smaller than he. But, alas, there is always a flea in the ointment.
Katie went to the Humane Society to volunteer this morning, as she does every Saturday morning. I strongly dislike this. She gets up early in the morning, pats me on the head, and leaves to pet other cats for two hours! It's horrible! And then when she comes back, she pats me on the head, takes a shower, and eats lunch before she even thinks about me again! Pooey! :(
It was even worse today. Shortly after she returned, the whole family left to go shopping. They didn't come back until five p.m.! And then she practiced her clarinet and played the computer. And she's STILL on the computer!
But now it's bedtime, so I'm doing my best to be cute. I'm curled up on her bed right behind her, looking up at her so sweetly whenever she turns around. I'll have her in bed in a few minutes. ;) Bedtime=Cuddletime. And if she's not on time, she doesn't get cuddles. And if she doesn't get cuddles, she can't go to sleep. Mua ha ha ha ha. I have all the power. :K
First, I would like to thank Ally and Polly for the rosettes they gave me. They match my fur nicely. ;)
Secondly, I would like to rant about collars. Is that ok with everyone? If it's not, you must not be of the feline species, and it would be best for all involved if you just leave now.
Alrighty then, now that we've gotten that taken care of. Collars. My human, Katie, bought one for me quite a while ago, for $3. A big waste of money, I say. I've never been lost in my life! *sigh* But I understand she's paranoid. She also got collars for Buddy, Dick, and Beijing. But since I'm special, I'm the only one with a tag on mine. Yup. My rabies tag was the only one that came with a little thing to hook it on my collar. So I'm special. ;)
But recently, Katie's mom washed all of our collars. When mine was replaced on my fuzzy gray neck, it was looser than before. That's all fine and good. I like it better that way. Well, today when Katie was petting me after school, she decided the collar was TOO loose. So. She tightened it to the point where she can only BARELY stick her finger between my collar and my neck. And because the collar is that tight, when she was hooking up the loose end, she was nearly choking me. HISS!
So I jumped in the litterbox and kicked litter around, just to make her mad. :K