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.
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!
My dear friend Hazel Lucy pointed out that I haven't updated my diary lately. *glares at Momma*
At my last vet visit in April, I had gained some weight which made Momma happy, but one of my kidney values was elevated even more. The vet said I might be a little dehydrated. He gave Momma some nasty sickly sweet medicine for me to take and told her she could give me fluids if needed.
Momma was smart and didn't try giving me fluids - until last weekend. I was having trouble, straining in the litterbox, so she gave me some of that yucky medicine and then STABBED ME with a needle. It was awful!!! I was just minding my own business on the bed when Momma threw a PILLOWCASE over my head! I fought to let this cat out of the bag and managed to get my head and shoulders free. Then Momma stabbed me! In the back!!!
Last night she tried the fluids again. She did a much better job this time. The needle only hurt a little and it just felt weird when the fluid got under my skin. This morning my fur was looking prettier than it did yesterday, and Momma thinks it's because of the fluids. Whatever. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop fighting her.
I don't really like anything Momma's been feeding me lately. I like the gravy dinners but she expects me to eat the chunks too. Hmpf! I like the expensive fish in sauce - most of the time. Momma's been trying Broths and Appetizers but nothing has really caught my fancy.
So that's where I'm at. Sickly sweet medicine, some fluids, and my usual appetite stimulant which I hate. Whenever Momma gives it to me late at night, I make sure she doesn't sleep - hehehe.
Thanks for thinking of me. Your purrs are appreciated.
Note from Momma: We're in a holding pattern for now. The next step would be to start her on Prednisone. I want to hold off on that as long as we can.
Has anyone else noticed an increase in the price of canned cat food? Fancy Feast went up 5-10 cents a can. Not much on one can, but it adds up when you buy lots of different flavors for her to refuse to eat.
Momma dragged me to the vet this afternoon. I let her know I was displeased the whole time. When we got to the vet and were waiting to check in, the woman in line in front of us let us go first. Sounds like a nice lady, right? Wrong! Momma asked her if she was sure, and the woman said yes because she didn't want to listen to me!!! Can you believe that? How rude! I've never been so insulted! Hmpf!
The vet tortured me and I growled at him during the exam. Then they stole my bodily fluids and cut my nails. They used some other torture device on me too. It was awful!
[Note from Momma: Briana lost a little weight, going from 8.5 in November to 8.25 now. Her teeth didn't seem terrible. She has dental disease but the vet doesn't want to risk having her teeth cleaned. He'll call with the results of the blood work and urinalysis. Her blood pressure was fine. He changed her appetite stimulant to the liquid form so I can give it to her every day instead of every third day like the pill. We're also giving her a pain medication for a couple of days to see if it makes a difference.
The other thing the vet said is she could have IBS or maybe even cancer. The only way to know for sure is to give her an endoscopy. I'm not thrilled with that idea at her age. The other option is to assume she has IBS and start her on a steroid. I'm leaning towards that option. My poor little girl.]