Skills: She "coos" instead of meowing and does a weird jiggle with her head that we call the "wig out"
Arrival Story: I answered an ad in the paper for a free cat, since I had just moved into my own apartment and wanted to get a small, quiet, female cat. She was nice so I took her home, then we fell in love and have been together ever since!
Bio: Full name: Aria Violetta. Best friend: None, just Mommy. Astrological sign: Virgo. Favorite NFL team: Indianapolis Colts. Instruments played: Clarinet. Voted: Best personality, Biggest flirt.
I named her Aria because I'm an opera singer, and Violetta after my favorite opera character. Ironically, she doesn't like opera music and attempts to bite me every time I sing it to her. She's declawed in front, but not by me because I don't believe in that. She's very sensitive about it and seems to know when she's being made fun of. Other than me, she doesn't really have a best friend. She doesn't play into the feline heirarchy, either. She's neither dominant nor submissive, and gets along fine with everyone. It's hard to capture her beauty on camera, as she's not the most photogenic cat in the world. But, I can assure you she is nothing short of striking in real life!
I went to the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon. It was a 2-year-long battle with kidney failure that I fought with valor, but it ended very quickly and I'm so thankful I didn't have to suffer very long. I'm also thankful that I went on my own, at home with my family. Thank you to everyone for your prayers and concern, and to the people of Banfield Pet Hospital for making my last few hours on this earth more comfortable. I know I was loved and always will be. I'll miss you all very much until the day I get to see you again.
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??
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!