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Sull' Aria

Mild-Mannered and Middle-of-the-Road

I'm such an even-tempered, mild-mannered kitty! I'm the only animal in the house who wasn't involved in a scuffle yesterday. Mommy took us all out on the balcony for some good quality sun time. Yes, all 5 of us were out there: Me, Kirby, Lily, Piston, and even Kia! But, then Kirby, Kia, and Lily started misbehaving, so Mommy made us all come in. (I was just napping and cooking myself in the sunlight, so it really stinks that they had to ruin it for the rest of us.) First, Mommy took the dogs inside, then Kia. But, she set Kia down a little too close to Piston's face, because she hissed and swatted him. He barked at her, indignantly, and Kirby, being her usual vigilante self, tried to chase her up a tall piece of furniture. (Seriously, I don't know why Kirby thinks it's her job to punish all the animals that misbehave! I think she's just trying to get extra brownie points from Mommy or something.) Right after that, though, Mommy took Lily inside, which must have ticked her off because she then swatted Kirby. Kirby screamed and barked at her, then proceded to chase her under the couch and around the room, until Mommy was able to pick her up and shush her. Meanwhile, there was me, being all cool, calm, and collected. I protested a little bit when she brought me back inside, but I didn't take it out on anybody.
Later that night, Kirby got attacked again by Kia and had to get taken to the emergency vet hospital for treatment. So, I still remain the most even-tempered, complacent animal in the whole house. Why can't every kitty be just like me? Why can't we all just....get along??

I just can't quit you, Mommy!

Well, it's been almost 2 months since I was diagnosed with CRF. So far, I'm doing pretty well! I still eat plenty and drink lots of water. I got sick of my special food, so I stopped eating it and forced Mommy to feed me "real" food. Doesn't really matter, though. It's more important THAT I eat than WHAT I eat. I've gotten into the habit of jumping into the shower as soon as Mommy shuts off the water (or sometimes even before) and lapping up the puddles of water on the bottom of the tub. I act like I'm thirsty all the time and I pee like it's my job, but other than that I feel like a perfectly normal kitten. Grandma says I'm quite a gal! S0mething else I've started doing lately is sleeping under the lamp on the nightstand, like I'm cold or something. It's my very own sauna! Right now, though, I'm laying on Mommy's chest while I write this, so I don't need a lamp to keep me warm. I don't need spell check, either, because she's pointing out all my mistakes as I write them. MOL! Oh, I sure do love my mommy!

Unlucky Numbers

My numbers came back...not great. They weren't terrible, but they were definitely indicative of kidney dysfunction. That means I'm the 4th kitty in my family to be affected by this disease. I went back to the vet with Mommy today so they could collect my urine. They say it will help us to know how advanced it is and how aggressively we need to treat this. My hunch tells me, though, that I'll be getting poked and prodded regularly from here on out as Mommy gives me subQ fluids. Maybe 4th time is a charm. Maybe I'll finally be the kitty to beat the odds and leave this earth on my own accord rather than by CRF complications. Right now, Mommy and I are praying that Ceiling Cat restores full function to my kidneys and that I live to be 50! Stranger things have happened, you know.