I'm exhausted!

As many of you know, I have been having a hard time learning to fly. I have made so many crash landings that I was assigned a guard so I wouldn't get hurt.

But it wasn't entirely my fault, because I have been VERY busy watching out for my Mom. She has been so sad and she even felt guilty for a while. (That was dumb! No Mom could ever have taken better care of their furkid than she did of me.)

But I also have been trying HARD to help find my successor for Mom. She needs a kitty to make her happy. So I have been looking ALL over Texas for kittens. I've looked at shelters and pet stores and a sanctuary. But there weren't any PERFECT kitties for Mom.

Two weeks ago, she was at the local shelter and a little girl kitty claimed her lap. She was not interested in a girl kitty, but this girl was very sweet and had a really strong purrer. But Mom said no, she wanted orange boys.

So Mom came back the next Saturday and that same kitty claimed her lap again. There were also some orange boys, but they weren't ready to be adopted yet. Last Wednesday, Mom left work early to race to the shelter and get that girl kitty and one of the orange boys.

But the shelter worker, a lady named Susan, said: "We just got a litter of orange boys in!". Those orange boys were all still in a cage with their bio-Mom. Mom looked at all four of them, and they were identical! But she really liked one better than the others. So she told the worker she wanted that one and they put a blue necklace on him.

Mom worried about bringing a 7 month old girl kitty and the baby boy into the house together. She thought they might not get along, but she said she would pick them up on Saturday and keep them in separate rooms. When she got there, the kitten was in a bed with the girl kitty!

So Mom now has TWO kitties! The girl is named Helen and the little orange boy is Roger. Getting them to lay in the same bed together was a stroke of genius on my part, don't you think? BOY, am I a tired angel.

But you know, my flying was better today. I think I had the weight of the world on my shoulders, and now I can fly free! Welcome home, Helen and Roger! You have the best Mom in the whole world. I know, because she was MY Mom!

*blushing*

Hi, gang! I've been here at the Bridge for 2 months now. Calvin helped me carry my heart basket that first day because it was SO full of hearts, I couldn't carry it by myself. Calvin is VERY strong, because he waves that billboard sized CATSTER sign when ever one of us gets here.

For my birthday last week, I had about 10 dates for breakfast, brunch, lunch, midafternoon snacks, dinner, and about 5 parties! These angels know how to PAR-TEE!!! And my blood sugar didn't go up, even a LITTLE!! And, of course, the day ended with a HUGE bowling party. I had never bowled before, and I wasn't very good, but it was a blast!

But I'm kind of embarrassed to report something else to you. I am having a hard time with flying. I can coast pretty well, but take-offs and landings almost always involve a crash. I stopped by the Brusselball Spa last week and crashed thru the roof! I'm so bad at it, that I have been assigned a guard to keep me safe. *blushes deeply*

I'm gonna keep trying, but as yet, I cannot sneak by and sprinkle angel dust on you, 'cause I'm likely to fall on you and kill you!

*attempts to sneak away in embarrassment, crashes, and is gently helped into the air by his guard*

Guess what??

I'm in Texas! Well, not really me, but what was left over of my earth suit. You don't need an earth suit at the Bridge, so Mom had my earth suit creamed. I think it's kind of like creamed corn or creamed chicken, only you can't eat it.

Anyway, when Mom got home, there was a box on the front step, and it came from the Memfish vet. And she opened it up and there was a blue velvet bag. The bag was embroidered: "Until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge".

Inside the bag was a wooden box. It's real heavy and Mom thinks it's oak or something. And it has a picture frame attached to it so Mom can put my picture on it. I don't think she's gonna use a picture of me creamed, tho.

So, I'm FINALLY back with Mom, where I belong. Creamed or not. So NOW, the search can begin for a new kitty for Mom, because I'm here to direct the search!

Thank you, Catster!

Thank you Catster, for making me a Daily Diary Pick today. It brightened Mom's day a little to know that more people would read her 'thank you"'for all the kindness sent to me in the past week.

This has been a very hard week for Mom, and today was the start of her second week without me. She misses me more than anyone could ever know.

She is busy with trying to find a new place to live, but everywhere she goes, they ask is she has a pet, and she gets very sad having to say "No". But she also says that she WILL have a cat again. I'm glad of that!

Mom is also very glad that she knows so many cats and their people. All the cat Moms have been so kind to Mom that she can't be too sad, or she'd feel guilty.

Please forgive my Mom for her weakness/sadness. I was a BIG part of her life and she still misses me very much and cries without warning. She knows in her head that she'll get better eventually, but her heart is still broken.

So again, we thank you and tell you we love you.

Mom is overwhelmed

Mom is amazed and overwhelmed by all the love and notes and gifties I have received. It warms her heart to know I was as loved by all of you as I was by her. It also makes her cry. A LOT!

She is reading every message and looking at every gift. Then she noticed that some sweet kit made a picture of me that is being posted all over. I hope you will tag them for Mom so she doesn't miss any.

(Ironically, the picture that was used was taken in Oklahoma, where I ALMOST died last year.) I have had a good year with Mom. I rallied in Oklahoma, due to the Okie vet, and then I spent a month in our old house before we came to Memphis.

Life in Memphis was good. The house was small, but I had the outdoor kitties to watch and Mom gave me so much love and attention and care, that it was a good place to spend my last 10 months.

My vet in Memphis was great and she was very sad to see me go. But I just could not make it to Texas, and Mom is glad she didn't make me go in the car, only to have me die on the way, or as soon as I got there. And Mom saved me from what surely would have been a horrible death of suffering and pain.

We love you and appreciate all your kindness, more than you can ever know. Forever.

I had to go...

Last night, I let Mom know in innumerable ways that I was very sick and that I wanted to be free. I sat on her lap and purred for her. She noticed a great many new-ro-log-i-cal signs on me that were not there the day before.

Mom texted the v*e*t that it was time. We spent a quiet evening and night together and she thought, maybe when we woke up, I would be better, like I was a year ago today. But I was not better, and in fact, I was worse.

So Mom took me to see the vet and she showed the vet the pictures and video she took of me last night. It was very clear that something bad was wrong in my brain.

So Mom and the vet helped me cross The Bridge, one year and one hour after I was originally scheduled. Mom cried a LOT! She got my fur wet, but I didn't mind.

You all have been a joy and a pleasure in Mom's life and mine. Thank you for your friendship and all the love you have shown me. I'll still be touching base with you, but right now, I have to go 'cause my great friend Calvin is waiting for me!

I love you!

What the Okie Vet said

Mom talked to the Okie vet yesterday. She still loves him and he remembered that tomorrow is the anniversary of the day I was scheduled to cross The Bridge.

He watched the video of me laying on the floor and crying and shaking my leg. At first he thought that I was having pain. But then he asked Mom if it is always my left leg that shakes. Mom said no, and in fact, it had always been my right leg until the night of the video.

Then he said that he agreed it was a seizure, since it changes sides. A pinched nerve wouldn't do that. He also agreed with Mom that we have reached the point of "diminishing returns"

Diminishing returns means you treat more and more stuff, but the treatments don't improve my quality of life. I have a pretty poor lifestyle right now.

So Mom has decided that I am not gonna be treated for the seizures and if they become more frequent, the plan may change. She's gonna keep a calender of my seizures.

In the meantime, that means I AM gonna go in the car this weekend, and become a Texas kitty! I thought that I wouldn't have to go, but now that I AM going, I'm kind of excited.

But not about the car ride! YUCK to THAT!

Leg pain... or maybe not...

You all know I've been having these episodes of leg pain, right? Well, the other night, I had an episode. I hadn't had one in a few weeks, so Mom thought I was done with them. But Friday, I started crying again.

Mom was standing helplessly by when she suddenly remembered that her brand new iPhone has video! She ran over and grabbed the phone and took a video of me shaking my leg and crying. I cry alot and really loud when I have this leg problem.

Mom watched the video and then had a brainstorm. She remembered that she had the v*e*t's cellphone number from when I had the surgery on my back. So Mom sent the video to the v*e*t!

What do you think the v*e*t said? She said that I'm NOT having pain, I'm having a Caesar! Who the heck is this Caesar? I have NO idea, but I'm suspicious I am not gonna like him any more than I like Dian Betes or In-Flammatory-Bowl.

Mom is really worried now, and wondering what is the best thing to do for me. She is gonna talk to the v*e*t today and try to talk to the Okie vet, who we still love. Mom is so discouraged, and she hugs me and says: "I'm sorry you feel bad, Sweetie-Boy".

She even said I might not have to go on the car ride to Texas. But we don't know right now what is gonna happen in the next few days. WOW! Not going for a car ride! That's a good thing, right?

I Won A Round!

Tonight, Mom tried to give me my inflammatory bowel medicine. But I decided I didn't want it tonight. Here's how it went:

Mom stuck it in my mouth, I spit it out.
Mom stuck it in my mouth, I spit it out.
Mom stuck it in my mouth, I spit it out.
Mom stuck it in my mouth, I spit it out.

By this time it wasn't a pill any more, it was a green mash. So Mom gave up and said I could have a day off that medicine!!

I WON!!!!!!!

No one was hurt in the making of this diary.

Last night, Mom and I snuggled on the bed and read and played iPhone games. Well, Mom read. I played iPhone games. Just kidding!

There was no dangling by one leg, no screaming, no hissing and no pain! BORING!! But that's a great night, in MY book!