Sad News

Hello everyone. Sad news. Isis passed away on Monday. She lived 13 1/2 years and she lived like a complete queen. I want to thank all her pals for all the fun we have had on catster. I am thinking a new kitty will be submitting a diary at some point.

Peace and love to you all.
Isis' mom.
Sharon

breakfast issues

You know, I try to be patient. Breakfast really should be earlier. Before 5:00am. It just isn't happening. I don't know what else to do. I try purring real loud in their ears, I walk on moms hair, sometimes step on her face, I sit on dads chest, I meow and meow. Mom doesn't get up until 5:20, sometimes even 5:30!!! She is so slow too. Something about needing coffee and her shoulder hurts, some other jibberish about not sleeping well because the "(*#&$(* cat kept waking her up.... I believe it is time to peel off some raw dope for mom.

"cuz I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that... me out"
Isis

fuzz butt

You know..... I have accepted the fact that I had to lose my tail cuz you know, my life was saved. But I have a serious issue. VERY serious. Mom and Dad keep rubbing my butt! YES it's fuzzy. My butt was shaved, I know it's adorable, I know it's even irresistable but people PLEASE! They call me fuzz butt, they talk about how cute my butt is, they even pinch my butt cheeks! What the HELL is that all about??

I have taken over the backyard. Mom ripped out all the plants that were back there, planted some new ones and left this amazing corner for me to poop in. She claims it is actually so she can schlep her stupid surfboard in and out of the backyard with ease (she's in denial... she couldn't move that board in and out of there with ease if someone paid her... all I hear is bumping against stuff and cursing, very entertaining actually)

They bought the dog a little kiddy pool. All he's done with it so far is drink out of it. What a tool.
Isis

Howdy

Hi everyone! I feel really good today! I want to thank dear Demeter for checking on me. You are indeed a rock star! Hetty you too.. thanks both of you for the Rosettes!

Mom got a new surfboard. She has to schlep that big ass thing through the house into the back yard where Dad put these rack things up. He was in his robe and underware when he started to put the racks up and mom goes "honey, how about puttin on a pair of shorts... you don't want to completely offend our neighbors do you?" We live in a condo complex. Whatevah... as long as that board, the racks and all the other crap isn't in my way. That backyard is MINE. I roll in dirt back there then come in the house and clean myself on the bed. Mom complains about finding dirt and shmootz in the bed. Oh mom... you got an issue, here's a tissue, now pi** off.

It's 4th of July weekend. Ugh... Why are humans so amused with blowing stuff up?? They got the dog some doggie downers. Me? I am not real attached to the whole 4th of July thing, I slept through most of it last year.

ROCK ON!!!!!!!!!
I

to have a tail, or to not have a tail

What is up kitties? peeps? lower companion canines? It has been ions since I have written. My bad! Well, mom's bad.

Sooo, here's the thing. A while back mom noticed a lump in my tail. The vet took a look (he is so cool, he kissed me on the forehead when I was a little ittle kitten) anyhow... the vet took a look and said to put compresses on it and to keep an eye on it. Mom and dad did their best with the compress things (I wasn't real cooperative, compresses SUCK) they kept an eye on it and it got bigger so we went back to the vet. The vet took pictures and noticed the vertabrae on my tail were askew. Still not knowing if it was a break or a tumor, because of the location the vet said it would probably be best to amputate my tail. Luckily at the time, I didn't know what the hell amputate meant.

As it turns out peeps, it was a big fat gnarly tumor. A very invasive cancer. Thankfully so far, the rest of me is clean. Mom and dad need to monitor me real close, I have a tail just like my stupid brothers now. This funky nub. My butt is very fuzzy, mom can't stop rubbing it, which incidentally I find annoying and a tad intrusive. She really doesn't have any boundaries.

The first few days after the surgery mom gave me this medication that made me feel all mushy and soft. I slept and drooled and pooped in the corner of the room. After the third day she was still giving me meds but they didn't make me feel mushy! BUMMER! Mom said they were antibiotics. Can I tell you? I like painkillers a lot more than I like anti biotics. Mom said we needed to be careful with pain killers.... she also said she didn't think there was NA for cats but that she would help start a meeting if the need came up, so there ya go.

Soooo, it's been about a month since the surgery. I am zipping around the house, giving Abraham dirty looks, demanding attention from dad, trying to trip mom down the stairs, helping her with knitting...

Now ya'll do NOT tell anyone. Abraham sorta stepped up to the plate for me. When I was convalescing, he stuck close, and watched mom real careful when she was giving me my meds. He has been sniffing me a lot, mostly my butt cuz it's fuzzy and my tail is missing. I have to admit, my hiney does look pretty damn cute. Anyhow, I have woken up from my naps lately only to find Abe sleeping right next to me. I still will NOT engage in any of that obnoxious drooling play behavior, but.... it does feel kinda good to have my back had.. You know what I mean?

Of course, this could all change tomorrow. He's still an idiot.
Peace out.
Isis
"Bad to the bone... ba ba ba baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad"

can someone tell me???

Can someone please tell me what is so exciting about the word walk?? The dog.... mom and dad say the word walk and he freaks out! And.... if I am in the near vicinity while he is freaking out, he tries to engage me in this completely inappropriate and bizarre behavior. Well guess what? I AINT PLAYIN'. I don't give a rats a** if anyone goes on a walk, anywhere... ever.

Here is what I dig doing though... waking mom up at 3am by chewing on her hair. Right close up to her scalp. Or purring really loud in her ear.

Well, I have been awake for 20 minutes, I need to catch up on some sleep.
Isis

I am not amused

OK, so last night, I am laying on mom's chest in bed while she is watching American Idol. She CAN'T STAND Ace. She says he looks too "victimy" Whatever the hell that means. Anyway, he got voted off and mom squeeled and kicked her feet and scared the CRAP out of me. Geeezzz, get a hold of yourself female, it's American Idol! Ugh....

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo about 4:00am I puked in front of the bedroom door, not only in the heaviest traffic area but also where if one were to open the door it would spread my vomit across the carpet. Damn, I'm good. I give it 2 snaps and a shake o' the tail.

Cameo is on! "It's like caaaaaaaaannnddaayyyyyyyy"
Isis

2:00am - Is it really a bad time?

I woke mom up the other night about 2:00am. I layed on her face. She was warm ok? She said something but I couldn't understand what she was saying. Her voice was muffled. I was so comfortable and warm. I stretched, I purred, I rubbed my face on her. She gave me a kiss and gave and rubbed behind my ears and then she looked at the clock. She goes "DUDE! It's 2:00 am!"

It didn't rain yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!! I layed in the sun all day. Mom said I smell like soil.

Oh I almost forgot...dad took me to the vet the other day cuz mom said I had a lump in my throat. She met us at the vet. Dr Arnold said "where's the lump" and mom put her finger on it. Dr Arnold said "that's her adams apple" Mom and dad tilted their heads and said "I didn't know cats had adams apples"

So there ya go.... a lesson learned. The bitchin thing was that I got extra treats when I got home!!!!!!!!!!! The dog wanted to play. He kept running in fast circles and shuffling and play bowing. A complete moron.

Peace out.
Isis

Here comes the sun...

The sun has been out! I spent the whooooollllle day outside yesterday. Well I did come in to use the cat box. Anyway, mom was calling me to come in last night, I ignored her. She goes 'I see you, you little @#$%, don't ignore me" I continued to not look. If I don't see her, she doesn't see me.

She closed the door, I didn't move... She opened the door, called me, I just sniffed the rosemary plant. Then I heard her say "you wanna snack??" and she crinkled the bag. Well, I didn't want to be outside much longer anyway.

I dashed in, she shut the door and gave me 4 treats. What a tool.
Isis

stairs

I like the stairs in our house. There is just enough room for me to stretch across the whole step. It's a very nice place to get the "Big Stretch" taken care of. Mom says my timing is bad. I tend to do this when she is walking down the stairs, has her hands full and when it's dark. Well, the timing may be an issue for her.... it is not an issue for me.

She got all chappy at me yesterday cuz I wouldn't move when she wanted to get in my bed. It's a queen size, it's just right for me. Perhaps she and dad need to make other arrangements for themselves.

Isis