Nicknames: Mo-Mo, Mo-mee, Mo-ee Mo, Cookie (by the Blue Brothers)
Birthday: May 10th 2000
Coloration: Dilute Calico
Likes: Guarding the top of the stairs; being very stealth; being combed; being petted while she eats, photo sessions, boas!
Pet-Peeves: Thunder and lightening, aluminum foil, plastic bags, and her two brothers
Favorite Toy: String on a stick, long fleece strips
Favorite Nap Spot: Guest room bed or the window shelf
Favorite Food: Fancy Feast, but not the red can - turns her nose up and walks away!
Skills: Licks her lips right before eating, has a bunny hop in her step, master sand artist.
Arrival Story: Samoa was a stray and spent a lot of time in the woods behind our house. She gradually made her way to the front porch to be fed and eventually let me pick her up. It didn't take long before she made her way in the house, in our hearts, and a member of the family.
Bio: She is named after the Girl Scout cookie, because she has a caramel cookie-shaped spot above one eye! And because Samoa cookies are her Mawmee's favorite (but don't tell the others)!
Samoa is a very quiet kitty - walks quietly, purrs quietly, and doesn't talk much. When she does talk, it is in little tiny noises and chirps. She is a very girly girl cat.
She is also an occasional "love" biter - especially if you touch her belly! She loves, loves, loves to have her head and ears rubbed, and will dribble and drool to tell you how much she likes it.
Samoa's fur is the softest ever - almost like down. You can never pet her and not end up with some fine fuzzy fur on your hands.
One thousand eight one cats are having birthdays on Catster today! I don't know how many of them are becoming teenagers, but I am!
I've been give some very royal treatment around here since the vet found that lump in my belly. Of course, I've always been the diva of the house, but I'm back to getting my meals served in the guest room, and also spending my evenings sleeping on the guest bed.
I find it more relaxing to eat with some privacy, and I haven't had any flojectiles since that vet visit. I'm also getting a daily treat of Nutri Cal. My servant puts some on her finger, and I lick it off. It is a gel type sticky substance that is full of vitamins and calories to help me maintain my svelte figure. Being a teenager takes a little extra work, but I know I'm worth it!
Thank you to all my friends who have dropped off some beautiful gifts to decorate my page - I'm going to enjoy a few cupcakes today, and maybe even a nibble on a ladybug or bluebird!
First, let me say happy anniversary to the Samoa Detective Agency. We became an agency six years ago today - wowza, what a long time it has been tracking down the ARGs! Thank you to everyone who used to be so active in the group, and a big thank you to those who still enjoy playing over in the group's forum. You rock!
The vet called me yesterday to tell me that my blood work was perfect. My kidney, liver, and thyroid numbers were all good. I am not anemic, and I was not dehydrated when I saw her. So, those are all good things!
We asked her several questions including whether the tumor could possibly be a hairball. She said based on the hard feel of the tumor, she was 95% sure it wasn't a hairball.
She and Mawmee discussed the ultrasound option. A specialist comes to their office to do the ultrasounds. Basically, the information we would get would be the exact location of the tumor and possibly what kind of tumor it is, however, the only way they would know for sure the type is to do a needle aspiration and biopsy the fluid.
I really don't want to undergo surgery at my age, and because that decision has been made, there doesn't appear to be any good reason for getting the ultrasound. It would not change the surgery decision, and Mawmee said she would rather spend the money for medication or other things I might need in the future. While money is not the sole reason we are not doing the ultrasound, it has to be factored into the decision. The ultrasound plus biopsy would be around $850.
Thank you for the continued purrs, and thank you for understanding and accepting our family's decision. The decision Mawmee and Daddy have made is based on what would be best for me. Unfortunately, we've been down this old age road before, and we've learned quite a bit from dealing with Spunky's chemo, Calvin's illness, and Violet's kidney failure. I'm just thankful that all my other organs are working good. Keep on purring for me!