Nicknames: Bree, Rodentia, Flea-ana, Flee-ana, Little Girl, Ratly Girl, Rapier
Birthday: May 29th 1998
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.
We've been having so much trouble logging in to our account, but I'm glad I made it in.
Momma wants me to post in my diary so she can track my health. She's so nosy sometimes. Whatever.
Breakfast this morning was chicken chunks in gravy, but I only ate the gravy. For weeks now, I've been refusing to eat kibble, but Momma didn't really notice since that orange IT 2.0 was eating my leftovers. When I went to the vet in February I had lost 1/4 pound in a few months. Since I'm petite in the first place, they all thought it was a big deal.
Since then, I've been getting all canned food and when that didn't work, they put me on an appetite stimulant that I HATE!!! Momma even took it back to the pharmacy to get them to add more chicken flavor, but I still HATE it and fight tooth and claw whenever she tries to give it to me. Then I froth at the mouth to get the disgusting taste out. Once or twice I've even been able to vomit it back up! heh, heh, heh.
She's also tried giving me some anti-nausea medicine which helps with the nausea but not with my appetite. Momma's worried that something in my mouth might be bothering me. She tried to look the other day. I say tried because I fought like mad. The vet doesn't want to have to clean my teeth because HE THINKS I'm old. I don't want to have my teeth cleaned, so for once we're in agreement.
Now that black IT is bothering Momma on the computer, so I'll wrap this up. I'm not saying what's wrong with me - maybe I'm just faking so I can get canned food. Yeah, that's it. I don't need to go to the vet again.
It's my birthday. I got a catnip carrot and catnip banana.
Momma took me to the vet a couple of weeks ago. My bloodwork was OK. The vet said it was good that I was still "feisty" at my age.
I've had some tummy troubles, so Momma made an appointment for the vet to do an ultrasound on my tummy. He'll also take a look at my kidneys which often give older cats problems. If you can spare a purr for me, I'd appreciate it.