Nicknames: SmudgyFace, Princess, Sweetheart, Miss Pix, Pixilicious, Pixie McScreech
Gotcha Date: April 30th 1997
Birthday: December 15th 1996
Coloration: Orange & White Tabby
Likes: feeling safe, looking out windows, supervising Mama-Queen in the shower, observing paper shredder in action, licking books and shiny paper, shredding paper with teefs, helping Mama-Queen on the computer, killing bathroom rug with bunny kicks of DOOM!
Pet-Peeves: Leo, being chased by Leo, being stalked by Leo, strangers, loud noises
Favorite Toy: small portable battable objects, coins and other shiny things, pens, q-tips, anything that can be pushed off a surface
Favorite Nap Spot: on the desk next to Mama, in her tent or in a cat bed, in a basket of laundry
Favorite Food: kibble. kibble kibble kibble kibble! just give her kibble! Hills d/d rabbit and green pea is what she currently is able to digest.
Skills: staying alive
Arrival Story: Pixie is our little girl of hard knocks. I found her at the Morris Animal Refuge in Philadelphia as an older (5-month-old) kitten. I was looking for a baaaabykitten, but she caught my eye from the start and wanted to interact with me, and when my first attempted adoption of another kitten fell through and I went back to try again, and she was still there and still focused on me, I decided she was making it quite clear that she had chosen me - and would I please get a clue already? :D
Her adoption took awhile, because she was suffering from a chronic sinus infection (that's what being born on the streets in the winter can do to a kitten) and her health needed to improve before she could be spayed, a requirement of release at Morris. But I went in to visit her and cuddle her several times in the interim, and a few weeks later I was able to bring her home.
Bio: - Has congenital gum disease that has left her with only a few teeth, but insists on eating only dry food. UPDATE: FINALLY managed to transition her to a partly wet limited-ingredient diet (Royal Canin rabbit & green peas) in February 2011, when medication + dry food was leaving her ravenously hungry even though she packed on 4 pounds in under 1 year.
- Pixie always has had a very sensitive tummy, with chronic vomiting. For awhile it seemed she had an intolerance to corn products, even in small quantities, and we tried to eliminate all corn from her diet, with temporary success, but after several months she started vomiting again. After a very bad bout of sick-tummy an emergency vet switched her to Royal Canin HP Rx formula (hypoallergenic soy isolate based food) and prescribed 1/4 Pepcid a day. She was comfortable on this diet for about 9 months, then developed chronic diarrhea. 3/2010 she was diagnosed with moderate-severe IBD, and prescribed Prednisolone, Pepcid and Hills d/d rabbit and green pea diet (added Royal Canin wet rabbit/green pea formula in February 2011. This diet plus medication is working for the moment ... we hope it's a longterm solution.
3/2009 diagnosed with moderate hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, taking Atenolol daily to slow heart rhythm. Condition unchanged/stable as of 4/2011.
- Went missing for a week when she was about 7 years old, during the uproar of household construction. An indoor cat ever since she came home from Morris, with a trembling fear of being outside, she presumably fled through an open door to escape the loud hammering and sawing noises, and crawled onto a car's engine to hide. The car starting up probably wasn't part of her plan at all. She hitched a ride to a point several miles from our house before managing to get off the car somehow, but was quite ill and disoriented, with burns on her abdomen and paws, by the time she was found cowering under another car. Her kind rescuer returned her to us, and after almost a week of hospitalization she spent another week at home recovering from her ordeal.
- Given her horrific formative weeks on the wintry streets of Philadelphia, and her later ordeal by motorized vehicle, we do our best to assure that she is and will remain an indoor cat. She's definitely the most vulnerable, insecure, and high-strung of our cats, taking offense easily and suffering miserably when she's out of her safe zone. (Boarding at the vet's is just not an option for her anymore; the others take their occasional vacation stays in stride, but she gets depressed, refuses food, rejects all staff attention, and is nervous for days after returning home.)
It has taken me fifteen years, but I have discovered something. Hotels are grand!
In a hotel, you have efurrything you need, and nothing you don't.
You have hoomans for company and scritchies. You have a litter tray and food. You have two big beds to sleep on or climb on or hide under or cuddle with the hoomans on. It is kind of like camping, although you don't get to go outside. But you do get a teevee, and a internet, and lots of heat and lectricity and hot water. I don't care about the hot water, but the Mama likes it.
What you don't have is other cats.
Well, I do have one other cat. She lives on the other side of the shiny window. But I seem to remember her from my other house too, a long time ago. She was my furriend there, and we have renewed our acquaintance here. She is furry well-behaved, and she stays in her place and I stay in mine. But we touch noses, and we nap together or just keep an eye on things together. She is a purrfect companion.
It is nice to have my pretty orange-and-white furriend back after all this time. I guess when I moved to our new house, she moved to the hotel instead. But I hope she comes home with me.
Or maybe I can just purrsuade the Mama and Daddy to live at the hotel with me forever.
Yesterday I got in my carry box and took a LONG truck ride with my hoomans. I went five hundred and twenty fousand miles. It took us twelve hours! I never thought I would stop moving!
The funniest part was when I pooped. I was being nice and quiet in my carry box, happy because all my hoomans were around me AND NO OTHER CATS, and then I started YELLING! And the Mama was like "Pixie, how are you?" And I YELLED some more! And the Daddy was like "Yes, Pixie, we hear you." And I YELLED some more! So then the boy unzipped my box, and I hopped out, and there was poop all over the throwaway pad, but I scuttled into my tray and settled down.
That was stop number 1, while the Mama and Daddy cleaned out the poopy pad and put a clean one in my carry box.
Then was stop number 2, when the Mama and Daddy stopped at a store for the baby wipes they had forgotten to pack.
Then was stop number 3, when I pooped AGAIN. This time I was outside the carry box, so I tried to use the tray, but I missed because Daddy had to stop the truck suddenly while I was pooping. At that point the hooomans were thinking it was going to be a twelve FOUSAND hour trip.
But then we didn't stop until the truck needed to eat, so we gave it some food. And Daddy gave me some food and water then too. After that I settled down under the boy's legs and enjoyed the rocky hummy ride.
Then we stopped because the hooomans needed to eat, so I got another snack. When they were done eating I settled down under the Grandmom's legs for a long time.
Then the Mama wanted to put me back in my carry box! I did NOT want to do that. But she said we had to go inside a Hotel. She carried me into a tall box that lifted us up WHOOOOSH and left us in a hallway. Then she opened a door and we were in a place like a little house, with 2 beds and 2 chairs and a window and a baffroom and a microwave and a fridgerator. And there's a tall window where I can look outside, and another tall window where there's another cat. She looks like a furry nice cat. She's pretty, like me. She doesn't smell like a strange cat. When I sniff at her she sniffs back. She doesn't seem hostile. So I lie down near that window and look at her a lot.
There are lots of soft dark caves in this hotel too, so I can keep an eye on things while being invisible. I like that. A scary man with fur on his face came in to fix our microwave, and he didn't even know I was here because I was in one of my bedspread-caves the whole time!
Tonight the hoomans are going to go visit Grandmom and the uncles and aunts and cuzzins. I think I'm going to stay here though. Maybe I will order some room service while they're out!
I hope efurry other kitty has some fun Christmas Eve and Christmas plans, or other delightful holiday plans!
I am so excited! I have been named Cat of the Week, and so many cats are congratulating me and sending sweet pressies, and it is all so overwhelming for a shy little cat! I am furry grateful for this honor and for efurrykitty's kindness. I will have to write more later, when I calm down a little - Mama says my heart shouldn't pitty-pat too fast, so I'm going to try to take a little nap for now. I love you all!