Merry Christmas kitty!

I miss you still so much! I found those stupid little antlers and that santa hat we purchased for you last year. Sorry. They were SO cute though. I'm so sad I didn't get a photo of it. I told myself I'd do it the next year. I guess you really really never wanted to wear those again. Give Mom a snuggle for me!

Oh my beautiful cat.

I miss you so much!

Goodbye Dear Sasha

It is my sincere regret to inform you all that my dear friend Sasha lost her battle with anemia last night. We were readying her to go to the ER because she was having trouble breathing, but then she just stopped. I tried mouth to mouth and CPR, but the drive was too far, and she was already gone. They tried reviving her for 10 minutes, and could only get irregular heart rhythms.

I came home sobbing, and my boyfriend took the night off work to comfort me. Arthur tried his best to lick the tears from my face and be a funny puppy to cheer me up, but it only helped a little.

Thanks to all of you for thoughts and prayers. I apologize for not keeping people updated that she was ill in the 1st place. The illness spread quickly, and she was only noticeably sick for about a week and a half. In retrospect, her anemia had probably been getting worse for over a month. I had noticed and commented that she was getting paler. Even when I got her shots back in March before we got Arthur, I said something to the vet, but it was dismissed. It wasn't until she stopped eating that I really knew there was a problem. Hindsite is always 20/20 isn't it?

She was a good cat, and I will miss her more than any pets I have ever lost before.

Our families' heart is broken right now. I took the following day off of work to compose myself, and spent time with Arthur and my boyfriend. A day later and back to work, it has been difficult to stay focused.

Please keep us in your thoughts, because we (especially me) are having a very difficult time with this. She loved that cat very much. Yesterday we went to my Mom's grave, and left Sasha's picture, with a note asking Mom to take care of her.

Arthur too will miss her, he thought she was fun to sniff, and didn't usually scratch him. Now he wont get to borrow anymore of her mouse toys either.

Goodbye Sasha. You were much loved.

Gone to the dogs!

Annie stayed with us for a week at the beginning of the month. That was not so bad; she no longer bothers or chases me. I do believe she is afraid of cats now. Then last weekend I just about had it. They had four dogs in the house last weekend. I almost had a heart attach. Why are they doing this to me? One was Annie, and two strange dogs – one (Spirit) I’ve met once before. She was curious of me, but left me alone. This week we have ANOTHER house guest. This time, it is Sierra. She has never cared for me much or taken interest, so I guess it will be acceptable. It looks like it is back to my old routine – other than MY house smelling of those vile slobbering creatures. There is a rumor of Annie coming for 2 weeks straight in a month or so. Why is this place going to the dogs!? I would request an ally, but that would mean sharing more food, nap spots, and attention. No Way!

Mmmm Exotic Fruit

My wonderful human mother shared some pineapple with me. It was a gift from her brother, from Dole in Hawaii. It was grown in a former sugar field so it was very sweet and juicy. Even that dog got some and it made him toot. Mother was unable to tell who committed the sin. However, she should know dogs are vile and disgusting; it only could have been him.

Speaking of gross, I cannot believe she actually even considered that I would do this. Sure, I will not use a litter box that I have to share. Who would? That vile dog has been pooing in the basement, and I was considered a suspect at first. I am off the hook now. When my human saw the fresh pile this morning, she knew it was his. Why must they insist on keeping that thing in the house?

I was in the other room, and I heard the girl human talking of a "cute" little white Siamese mix kitten at the humane society. She "just wants to look" at it while there at the dog's training class tonight (it if is still there). So help me Sheba, if they bring him home, there will be a lot more than the dog’s poo on the floor. And it won't be just the floor. (Turns bum towards the humans and walks away in an act of protest).

My 1st blog

I will not be blogging as often as my dog brother Arthur. My human declared I must drop in to speak a few words.

Yes, I am the most beautiful cat in the world, I know. All must bow to me, for I am the queen. Seriously, get on your knees now. Also, you may all express your admiration in the form of treats, catnip, scratches behind my ears or otherwise.

I’ve just been informed I’m not the premadonna I think I am. As I now humbly set off my soapbox to let my brother speak, I will leave you with one last proclamation. Cats rule, dogs drool!

Maybe there will be more pictures of me some day. My inferior humans only have crappy camera phones, and buy those cheap disposable cameras – and because of my radiant luminescence, my likeness cannot be captured. I’m just too shiny, bright and beautiful. Many a wasted roll of film has been spent on me. I’m worth it.