Nicknames: Bree, Rodentia, Flea-ana, Flee-ana, Little Girl, Ratly Girl, Rapier
Birthday: May 29th 1998
Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: being scratched on her back
Pet-Peeves: people, noise,
Favorite Toy: cat charmer
Favorite Nap Spot: foot of the bed, back of the couch
Favorite Food: anything from a can
Arrival Story: When Rufus and I were living in Tennessee, the vet suggested I get Rufus a new companion since he was putting on weight. The next time we were in the vet's waiting room, a man was waiting with a sick kitten. He asked if I was looking for another cat and i told him I couldn't afford a sick cat. He said he had 2 other kittens at home. I went the next night to see them and they were half-feral. He left a window open so they come and go as they pleased. Briana was the only one I could catch, so I settled for her.
I liked the name Alexis, but I've taken a vow of "no vowels" and Lexis sounds too much like the car. I was going to name her Diana but decided it might be too trendy since Princess Diana had recently died, so I settled for Briana (which is now trendy). Her middle name is Siri for the vet Rufus and Bob had as kittens.
So far, I like it there, but Momma wishes Catster would still be here for us. She says Rufus' diary helped her keep track of when he had symptoms and things like that. She could look and see when was the last time he "warfed" on her bed or made "pudding" in the box.
Hey! Remember how Diary Girl used to love it when you talked about poop, or turds, or litterboxes? The surest way to become Diary of the Day was to talk about your bowel movements.
Well, Momma keeps giving me a laxative to make me POOP. She says I've been CONSTIPATED and need to make LOGS in the BOX. She says if I'd have more TURDS she wouldn't have to give me this nasty appetite stimulant. Yech! The last one made me WARF! I left BARF behind the armoire when I VOMITED there on purpose. MWAHAHAHA!
Well, I guess that's enough for tonight. I'm pooped!
10 years. It’s been 10 years since I joined Catster on July 1, 2006.
I had been looking for an online support group because Rufus had feline lymphoma. When I stumbled across Catster and found all of these people posting in their cats’ voices, from their cats’ point of view, I thought they must all be crazy! But as I read on, I knew I could do the same for Rufus, and that’s when I realized, they were my kind of crazy.
10 years of ups and downs, good times and sad times, but never bad times as long as we had each other. Now all of it is coming to an end. Briana has joined the Here Kitty forum and Pets4Pals, but we all know it’s not the same. She’s made 18, but is on the last of her 9 lives. I know you understand what a difference a friendly ear and a few words of encouragement can make at a time like this. I will miss having that from my Catster friends.
Remember when our furkids went to the Rainbow Bridge, we said they became Angels and went on to “live their 10th life” on Catster? Well, I feel like Rufus and Bob are dying again. There will be no “11th life” for them on another site. How could there be? So many years of memories, both treasured and all-but-forgotten, going, going. . . gone?
I’m saving what I can on the Internet Archive - pages of diaries, extra special diary entries with posted comments (remember those?), some of our friends’ pages, but it’s not nearly enough. What about forum and group threads? Rosettes, gifts, and stars? We were promised Forever Stars!
In closing, I’d like to thank the countless people and cats who touched my life on Catster over the years. After Rufus died, the song I chose to have on his page (back when we could still do that) was Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On:
“Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go ‘til we’re gone.”
It was cold last night, so I slept on top of Momma. Not really hungry, but Momma keeps trying to push food on me. Don't want A/D. The gravy on the Turkey and Gravy was pretty good. I ate some duck heart. Momma has dehydrated duck hearts that I like. You should smell them! Momma breaks them into bite-sized pieces for me. But then she went and sprinkled some crumbs onto the A/D. What a waste. The duck hearts are so good, I would have eaten the crumbs.
Now she's trying to give me the munchies. Slipped me some catnip. She wouldn't let me stick my whole head in the bowl, but I ate some off her hand. That's my greens for the day. I'm done.
Oh, and Momma has started removing us from some groups. It's sad, but they've been groups we were never really active in anyway, and they're not active now. So if we leave your group, sorry!