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Ramblings of a CH Kitty

Seizures

I have not been myself lately. Something is happening, and it's really scary. I get confused, and there is all this drool in my mouth. That makes me cry. Mommy and Daddy come running and clean my face. They look scared too. One time I woke up to find that I had peed on myself. Yuck! I know what this means. I'm going to have to go to work with Mommy. I really don't like leaving the house!

I was poked and fussed at more than I could take at the hospital Mommy works at. I can't help but be grumpy. It's been too hard to sleep much the last week with feeling so bad. I growled and growled, but no one would listen. I think I bit Mommy. She didn't yell at me like the time I bit her in the bathtub, so she must know that I only did it because I'm feeling a bit crazy right now. Whatever it is they were doing is making me feel really weird and tired. I'm hungry too!

The next day there was no breakfast. That's a terrible crime! On top of that, my parents took me to a different place. Mommy said I've been there once 10 years ago for a colonoscopy. But this time they were going to take pictures of my head, not my rear end. Well, that's more like it. But I don't understand what this is all about. I fell asleep at one point kinda like I did when I had my teeth cleaned.

I woke up feeling really goofy. Everyone is my friend. Lots of people said hello to me, and I rubbed my head on their hands best I could. The doctor is very nice. Wish I could take her home with me.

I heard something about being very blessed, because maybe 1 out of 50 cats have a clean MRI. I try to be clean. Sounds like I've done a good job. That doesn't explain all these random shaved patches on me, though.

Mommy and Daddy seem much more relaxed, so maybe that means I won't have any more scary things happen that make me drool and forget moments. I'll even let them give me pills as long as they come with food. I like food!

Better Every Year!

Remember how I didn't even know how to run till I was adopted? Well, then I figured that I was fast enough to sneek up on Scotch and pounce him. Mommy saw this and put a collar with a bell on me. That did not make me happy. Now Scotch could here me coming, cause I can't help but bob and weave everywhere. Mom said it was for my own good, so I would try to walk more carefully and learn not to ring the bell. It was so hard! But I did it. Muhahaha! And Scotch was surprised.

Mom learned not to come running to see if I was alright every time I crashed into walls. That's very embarassing! I don't want the whole world to know. Now she looks away and pretends she doens't see. I appreciate that. I can get up and walk off as if nothing happened. I even play a game where I crash on purpose and it looks cool. If Daddy puts the newspaper in a pile on the floor, I run and jump on it. It's slippery, so I get a good slide out of it. Soon there are papers everywhere. It's great fun!!

You'll never guess what else I've learned to do over the years. I can get up on the couch and the bed now! The bed is higher and a bit trickier. But if I kick off of the dog crate, I can get a bit more hight and pull myself up. And on top of that, this year (drumroll) I've learned to groom myself! It used to be that I'd try, but most of the time I'd be grooming thin air just an inch above where I was trying to get at. Now I can get every single area - even my face and between my toes! What a great thing to be able to cross off my list. And I've done all this before reaching the big age of 10!

my Daddy

Can I just say how much I love my daddy? It's not that I don't love Mom. But she makes me take baths and trims my nails. But Daddy does all the fun stuff. I've got him wrapped around my paw. Every day when he comes home, I run up to him and throw myself on his feet. I always get lots of petting this way. He can't resist my charms. I drool when I'm really happy. Daddy thinks this is gross, but he still pets me, so it can't be that bad.