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.
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.]
She keeps forcing pills and liquids down my throat and making me take bites of chicken baby food off her finger. (Yesterday I ate a whole jar of turkey baby food, so why won't she leave me alone?) She tried to get me to eat canned food, but I'll only take a nibble or two. Then she watered it down until it was pretty much liquified and I drank some of that. She's figured out the problem isn't my appetite since I tried eating after she gave me the appetite stimulant. Now she's trying to decide if I'm nauseous or if my teeth are bothering me. I'm active and vocal and cuddling when I'm not hiding IN the armoire, so she's not taking me to the ER yet . . .
Wait, WHAT? I better go hide again, but first I'd like to thank all my friends for the purrs and kind words. *headbonks*