Tuxedo tales

Hissing at mommy

I don't think mommy is too happy with me lately. I've been hissing at her sometimes and I never, ever hiss at mommy. However, she has to understand I am really tired of her poking that pill down my mouth and since she got sneaky, I never know when it's coming.

Most of the time, I'm my absolute, adorable, loving self, but at certain times in the evening, I get cranky. I think it upsets mommy, but hey, I am trying to protect myself against that awful pill.

Am I wrong for doing this? I feel kinda bad, but at the same time, I have no other way to voice my total displeasure to her.

Wondering what to do,

Felix

mommy is getting sneaky

I think mommy got really tired of chasing me around the house to give me that icky pill. MOL Now she's not playing fair at all. For the past few days, she's been sneaking up on me while I'm taking a nice nap and jumping me while I'm still half asleep. It's NOT fair at all. I have tried to stay awake so she can't do this to me, but the urge to nap is overpowering.

I must admit I'm feeling better and it isn't hurting so much to pee pee anymore, but I am still mad at mom for her underhanded tactics.

It's official; My mommy is really a cat!

As some of you know, my mommy has a rare nuerological disorder called Narcolepy. Well, for the past few months her meds have basically quit working, which means she sleeps a LOT. And I have discovered something quite interesting. She is pretty much like a cat now.

Her days go something like this:
-That dumb buzzer goes off and she meows really loud and smacks it with her paw
-Finally, she gets up slowly, stretching and yawning
-Then it's off to groom herself
-By this time, she's ready for another nap
-After the nap, she will either have a friend pick her up for lunch or she makes lunch
-Then it's time for another nap
-Later she will play (catputer or tv or something)
-Then another nap, etc, etc

Our days go something like this:
-That buzzer goes off and we glare at mommy to turn it off
-When she gets up, we do too, slowling moving, stretching and yawning
-Then we guard the bathroom while she gets ready
-Next, we groom ourselves but that takes a ton of energy, so
-Time for a nice nap
-When we wake up we'll go grab some kibble
-Then it's time for another nap
-Later we look out the window or play with our toys
-Then another nap, etc.

So, you see my mommy should have been a cat and not a hooman. She doesn't seem to like it much, but I don't see why. We have the purrfect life. And we LOVE the fact our mommy naps with us every day. She says she loves napping with us too, just not so much. Ouch. She liked it better when she only needed one or two short naps, but we're happy as can be.

Mommy is seeing the doctor again soon, and even though she hopes to get "back on track" we are secretly purring she will be able to stay home and keep on napping with us. MOL

Felix

Bring it on Mama Kitty

Mama Kitty and I are crossing paths and she’s mad at me. Now that I have started wanting more of mommy’s attention, it seems I’ve upset the status quo in my house. Jack has gotten used to the new arrangement for the most part, but now Mama Kitty is upset with me. I feel like I just can’t win. Geez.

You see, my pals, Mama Kitty has had reign over the human litter box as long as she’s lived here. Whenever mommy goes there, Mama Kitty follows her. Then she jumps on mommy’s lap and gets lots of ear scratches and a body massage. The arrangement worked out well in our house, but now it seems I’ve messed it all up.

I figured out that when mommy is using her box, it’s a great time for a quick visit. Why should Mama Kitty be the only one who has a bit of undivided attention? I showed her. I started to follow mommy too and usually beat Mama Kitty in there. Ha. She always brags about being so young, but she sleeps like a log and can be slower than molasses sometimes.

There is nothing like curling around mom’s legs, then jumping in her lap for chin rubs and sweet talk. It’s like heaven and I purr and purr. Then Mama Kitty shows up and gives me the evil eye. Sometimes she just stares at me while standing in the doorway other and other times she has the nerve to actually come in! Mommy won’t make me get down, but how can I enjoy myself with Mama Kitty staring at me like that? It’s just not possible.

Somehow, we must work out this situation. I’ve tried talking to Mama Kitty and making a deal of every other trip with her, but she said no. She claims that is HER time and I’m not allowed to have any of it. Well, that is unacceptable to me. I’ve gotten to where I really need that time with mommy and I simply refuse to cave in to Mama Kitty’s demands. She has got to grow up someday and learn to share. So for now, the showdown over the bathroom continues.

Tune in next week for another episode of “As the Litter Box Turns”.

Your purring pal,
Felix

Jack's getting a big head again!

Mommy and Jack are all excited because Jack made it to the finals in a stuffonmycat.com contest. I guess I can't complain too much becasue I didn't want to get dressed up and enter. Secretly, I hope he wins, but don't tell him that. He'd be insufferable to live with. MOL

At least mommy didn't get mad at me because I peed on her bed, so I really have no complaints. I did overhear her talkning to the v-e-t though, so I think I need to hide before she hauls me off for a visit. Wish me luck that I don't have to go to the doctor again. I hate having them poke on my tummy and make me pee pee for them.

Your pal,
Felix

Flojectile Fun

I made the most amazing mess today. I was sitting on the back of the sofa in our TV room when all of a sudden I spewed a huge flojectile onto the wall. It was nice and runny with a bunch of big chunks in it too. It hit the wall and ran down to the floor. What’s even better is then I turned around and hacked up a little more runny stuff onto the arm of the sofa. Mommy jumped up then, so I split as fast as I could. I didn’t want to get in trouble because mommy just finished this stupid thing she calls spring cleaning, so she’d just washed the walls, baseboards and steamed the carpet. I was sure she’d be really mad.

After taking off, I ran and jumped on her bed to lay low for a while. Then I heard mom coming down the hall after me. Wow. I figured she’d be upset, but I never expected her to chase me down. I wondered if she was going to make ME clean it up. I sure hoped not because it was really yucky.

When mommy came into the bedroom she didn’t look mad and she started talking to me in her nice voice. She sat down and scratched my head and chin and asked me if I was ok. She said she was sorry my tummy was upset and hoped I felt better. I couldn’t believe it. I looked up at her with my best “I’m sorry” eyes and purred like mad. It worked. Mom kissed me on the head and then went to clean up my mess.

Mommy doesn’t know why my tummy was sick, but she thinks I may have eaten too fast. There wasn’t any furry stuff mixed in and I rarely get furballs. I don’t shed too much actually and mommy makes sure she brushes me, but she’s worried I have some fur in my tummy and it made me throw up. I guess time will tell if I have some extra fur in my tummy or not. I refused to tell mom if I ate too fast. I’d rather have her give me some extra attention for a few days. Besides, it will make Jack even madder if mommy babies me for a while. MOL

Your puking pal,
Felix

Go Cards

Thank goodness I found a way to get my manly man status back after having to wear that stupid dress for VDay. Louisville plays some kind of important game tonight, so mommy put me in a red shirt. It’s even a BOY’S shirt. Yippee. Since getting my picture taken in the BOY shirt was beneficial to my manhood, I didn’t object at all. Don’t tell mommy I said this, but it really wasn’t bad wearing clothes for once. The minute she mentioned a boy shirt, I was all over that idea. Plus, I look so good in red, how could I possibly object? Besides, the photo shoot didn’t even take long.

Luckily, Jack is extra lovin’ large, so the shirt fits him best. He’s actually been wearing the shirt around most of the day and doesn’t even mind. Dumb boy. I think he’s trying prove something to mommy so she’ll give him my share of the cuddles. It won’t work, but if it makes him feel better, I’m sure not going to say anything.

Your friendly manly man cat once again,
Felix

True confessions of a love bug

Yes, you read that right. Whatever it was that took over my body is still here, and it’s getting more powerful. I am becoming a love bug. I am starting to demand more and more of mommy’s attention.

It started out slowly, but now it seems I can’t stop. I want mommy to scratch my head and rub my fur all the time. The other day, I even showed her my belly and let her snorgle it, TWICE. I never used to like having mommy kiss my belly. Then I let her rub in between my toes. I simply don’t understand why I like this now when I never have before. I’m now a purr machine and have had my motor running like never before.

I am also regularly sleeping right next to mommy’s head every single night and Jack doesn’t seem to be too pleased with me. Mommy seems to be trying very hard to make us both happy and says she has enough time, attention and love for all of us, but I’m not so sure Jack agrees. He’s been trying to let me know my behavior us simply unacceptable and no matter how much I tell him I agree, I just can’t seem to quit what I’m doing. How could this have happened to me?

More confused than ever,
Felix

Invasion of the body, uh I mean cat, snatchers

Help. I think someone has done something to me. I’m not sure who or why, but lately I’ve been acting strangely. As a rule, I go see mommy a few times a day to get some snuggles and head scratches. I do like to nap under the covers with her while she watches movies, but otherwise, I’m content to nap elsewhere.

I’m usually kind of skittish too, so if mommy moves, I jump down. However, that is all changing. For the past week or so, I’ve been wanting to be with mommy more and more. It’s really weird. Instead of just bugging her when it’s time for my dinner, I have started to remind her when it’s time for bed. I run to the bedroom when she goes and I’ve been sleeping with her all night. What’s up with that? What’s worse is that I don’t get startled when she moves. She can turn over and I just stay put.

The other night, I slept right next to her and let her put her arm around me. I’ve also slept on her pillow and on the pillow next to her. And I don’t mind at all. It’s actually kind of nice. I’ve never understood why my brofur Jack will nap in whatever room mommy is in, but now I’m doing it too. I’m a cat which means I’m supposed to be independent and only use my human when I want and for what I want. So what is happening to me?

I’m so confused and honestly think some sort of evil spell that has been cast on me. Don’t get me wrong, my mom is great, but all this snuggling is not like me at all. And the sleeping next to her head is really freaking me out. That’s always been Jack’s thing and not mine. And why do I all of a sudden want lots of petting and attention? I hate to admit this, but it’s gotten so bad I sometimes follow her when she goes to use her litterbox just so I can get ear and chin scratches!

The fact that mommy loves my new behavior scares me even more, so if any kitty knows how I can get my independence back or knows of a counter spell to make me “me” again, please pawmail ASAP.

Your confused pal,
Felix

Wearin' o' the green? No thanks!

I've been asked by a few of my pals when I'm going to post a St. Paddy's day picture. Well, after the terrible dress wearing incident on VDay, I simply put down my paw, and I told mom I was not wearing some stilly green outfit. I just refuse to be humiliated again, so dear pals, the picture of me rolling around in the GREEN catnip is as close as I'm going to come to any kind of green this year.

Mom has told me I can redeem my manly manhood becasue the St. Paddy's day main outfit is a sweater and will make me look like a boy, but I think it's just a ruse to embarrass me again. Can you believe mom's gone as far as trying to bribe me with Chicken? I'm eating the chicken, but I'm not silly like my brofur Jack and falling for it. So, unless I decide to cave in, I think I'll just keep my catnip picture for now.

Your green catnip wearing pal,
Felix

A Purrfect Day

Wow. Yesterday was purrfect day. I was once again a daily diary pick and got all kinds of special treats and snuggles. Mom had a whole baked chicken and when she made herself a sandwich at lunch, I got lots and lots of nibbles. I love Chicken and it was so yummy.

Plus, it snowed here, so mom put on sweats after her shower and watched a movie. I got to snuggle under the covers with her for HOURS. Our tv room is all windows, so mom has this thing on wheels that looks like a radiator and she turned it on for me. She puts our kitty beds close, but not too close to it, so after napping with mommy, I snuggled up in my bed and toasted myself. It was so pawsome.

Then I got some special wet food instead of my usual wet stuff last night at dinnertime. I was so excited. Jack wouldn’t eat his (again) so I got to gobble up his as well.

On top of it all, my pals sent me gifts and pawmail too. That made it extra special, so I want to say thanks not only to HQ for choosing me but to all my pals who helped me celebrate.

Yep, it was a purrfect day indeed.

I've been tagged!

Oh my. Patti tagged me and I am so excited. Her brofur Norman is one cool cat, even if he gives me a hard time about my dress!! Plus, I must say she’s rather cute. The rules are I must tell seven things about me and then tag seven pals and have them do the same. Isn’t this fun?

Hmmm, here are seven things about me:

1. I am well dressed in my tux and red collar, so I’m ready for any occasion
2. I love to burrow under the covers and sleep, especially if mom’s under them too
3. I have pee pee issues but mommy loves me anyway and says I’m purrfect
4. I like to chase my tail
5. When I kill my (toy) mousies, I meow, howl and make a ton of noise
6. I chatter and make noises when I watch the birdies outside my window
7. I start bugging mom at least an hour before it’s time for dinner so she doesn’t forget!


Gee, I have so many cool pals, but some have been tagged already, so this took some work. Plus, it was hard to pick just seven when I have so many great furriends. Here are my seven:

Maggie: she’s a lot of fun

Bell Witch : she’s been a pal for a long time

FRIDAY : she’s royalty, nothing else needs to be said

Kody: he’s a Bengal with neato spots

Joe: he’s a real pal and I’m hoping this will help him start a diary!!

Killer : we all need a some news from the bridge

Miss Daisy : What can I say? She’s too cute for words. Me-ow.

Running in circles

Lately I’ve been a pretty happy kitty. As a matter of fact, I’ve been keeping a close eye on mommy because she’s been kinda sad. Yesterday, I thought she needed cheering up, so I did something I do every once in a while. I chased my tail for her. I have no idea why I get this urge to chase my own tail, but it’s really fun. I go in circles and then flop on my back and try to grab it and thumper kick it. Then I jump up and chase it some more. I’m not sure if I have more fun or mom does watching me. She keeps telling me one of these days she’s going to get it on video, but I’m not so sure I’m ready for that, so I quit it she gets the camera thingy near me.

I don’t know if any of you all do this, but I’m here to tell you it’s quite fun and you should try it. It’s best to do it if your mom needs a smile because it works every time.

Your dizzy pal, Felix

My anonymous rosie giver discovered!

Well folks, the dress wearing boy cat found out who sent the anonymous pink rosie. It was my good buddy Norman. He's such a nifty, cool guy, and he's just the sort to tease me about it matching my red frock too. MOL

I am so comfortable in my manly man masculinity that I can laugh and find humor in it all. However, I am sorta sad it wasn't from some meowy tuxie lady cat. Guess a dude in a dress shouldn't expect too much, huh?

Purrs, Felix

Anonymous Rosie

I am so excited. I got an anonymous rosie on my page. I'm hoping it's from this really great gal I think is the cat's meow >^..^<

I just recently noticed it cuz my mommy has been off the catputer for a while. She's been really unhappy since the evil white beast and daddy left. I can't say I'm sorry, but I have been keeping my eye on mommy. Every day I make sure I wash her face and give her extra cuddles because those things make her smile. After all, she's given so much to me, it's the least I can do.

Now, I just have to find out if my rosie of from that cute, lovely, little tuxie gal.......

One Happy Kitty

Oh my. I'm such a happy kitty today. I can't believe I am a daily diary pick. Mommy is so happy and I got to thumb my paw at Jack who seems to think he's the cats meow since getting named COTD last week. I hate to tell him, but mommy said I can go shopping because of my award too, so he's not all that! Pfft.

And, as always, I'm dressed to the nines to accept my award. Mom says my tux is better than an Armani, whatever that means. I do know I always look sharp, especially in my red collar.

As for the red dress, mom came to her senses and apologized, but I spied a bag of St. Paddy's outfits, so only time will tell how soon I have to dress up again. How do you all think I'll look in green?

Purrs, Felix

I'm humiliated

Ok, I admit Valentine's Day is simply loads of fun. I gave and received some super cool gifts and talked to bunches of my friends, but mom insisted on getting special pictures for the occasion.

You'd think I'd be used to this by now. Mom has some weird genetic mutation that makes her think it's fun to dress us up in outfits. I really don't mind getting most stuff put on me, but I draw the line at a dress. However, amid my protests, mom put this stupid red frock on me anyway. I am a good kitty and love mom to death, so I let her take a few snapshots. At least she took it off me fast, but doesn't she realize I'm a manly man kitty?

I still get teased about the picture in the tiara. I don't know how I'm ever gonna live down wearing a dress. My brofur Jack doesn't seem to get upset about being forced into girly clothes, but for me it's humiliating. I've discussed this with mommy on more than one occasion, but she seems to forget after a while. Maybe she's just getting old because I know she would never hurt me.

So, please friends, try to keep your snickers and comments to a dull roar.


Your dress wearing pal,
Felix

Please help me. An evil being has taken over my house!!

Yes, it's true. The anti-christ has moved in. Seriously folks, she's the devil but she's not wearing Prada. Her name is Miss Kitty and dad adopted her last summer. She'd been here once before, but she wasn't supposed to move in until mom and dad get married next spring. When mom got sick, dad started spending all of his time at our house, and they said the evil one shouldn't be alone, so bam, they moved her right in.

What am I to do? The beast growls at me something fierce. I've perfected my hiss and sound mean as I can manage, but she isn't afraid of me. I'm terrified of her though. Jack is a big lug as always and is trying hard to be friends with her :O He's managed to get close to her without bodily harm, but if he gets too close, she growls at him too. Even Mama Kitty backs down most of the time when the white one growls. A few times Mama and the thing have gone rounds, but it's never been really bad. One time she and I tangled, but I didn't run fast enough and she managed to rip off my collar and get a mouthful of my fur!!

Don't get me wrong, things have calmed down a bunch and all four of us can happily sleep with mom and dad (when he's here); however, I can't stand the sight or the smell of her. I hiss if I even smell her scent on a blanket. Sometimes if I'm upset, mom lets me crawl under the covers and then I don't seem to care that she's on the bed too. If I don't have to look at her, I'm usually ok, and it's not like she's ugly or anything. Just don't let her "pure white" shtick fool you. MOL

Mom puts the evil one in the bedroom any time we have to stay home alone, just to be safe. As I said, no kitty has gotten hurt, but mom still worries that we'll end up in a fight and she'll come home to bloody ears or something. Fat chance. I run like the wind when the evil one even looks like she's coming my way, and now she moves around the house like she owns the place. Can you believe it?

Does anycat have a plan that can help me rid my house of this beast? Should I call a Priest for an exorcism? Please, please help me out. I'm at my wits end and mom just keeps trying to get me to calm down. I am getting lots of yummy wet food and tons of attention out of the deal, but I just want her to go away. Please purr for me ;-)

Will this ever end?

It's time to go to the vet for my annual shots, but I have another infection. It happens every time I finish antibiotics. One of our group members says his brother has to stay on meds for life. That looks like what I may need too. Mommy never did fill the valium Rx because she was afraid of how I may react, especially after the way that other medicine made me all spacy. She's gonna talk to the vet though and may try it. I think she's also going to make an appointment with Dr. Tran. He's a holistic vet and mom is thinking there may be something he knows to try that will help me.

Mom's been pretty good at giving me something to pee on though. Since all the rugs are gone and the back room's carpet is being changed to wood or something "funky" as mom says, there is no where left for me to pee. I freaked out a little, but realized the bathmat worked just fine. Mom thinks it's great too. She bought a bunch and now just tosses them in the wash so we don't have to keep cleaning the carpet to avoid the "stinks".

I'm glad Kaiser started our group too. It's easier to use this one than going over to Yahoo. All kinds of good information and cool links are there to help us special needs kitties. Every time I help a new kitty with this problem, I invite him to the group. We're growing pretty fast too. I am amazed how many of owners post each week needing help. Mom's gotten so many thanks it's pawsome. She's getting help starting that website too and we're keeping our paws crossed it eventually will be her new full time job. I mean, her other full time job. We think taking care of us should be her first priority, even if she doesn't always agree.

Thanks for all the purrs being sent my way. One of these days I plan to make it off the kitties who need purrs list. Mom's pretty stubborn, so if there is any way for me to get well, she'll find it. :)

Happy Birthday to Me!!

Wow. Today was a great day. Mommy said it was my birthday. She explained to me she really didn't have any idea when my for real birthday was, but she and the adoption people picked the day she brought me home as my "official" birthday. All I can say is "wow". It was a great day. Since I have urinary problems, I don't get nibbles of people food the way I want to, but daddy to be brought mommy breakfast in bed this morning because she was sick and I got a few small pieces of her bacon. It was sooooo yummy. She also sang funny songs to me all day long and danced with me a few times too. I have no idea what a birthday means, but if I had my choice, I'd have one more often. MOL

No Valium for me

Mommy talked to the special vet, and she gave me another Baytril Rx, and also one for Valium. Mommy and our regular vet talked and decided not to do the Valium right now. We also worry about using Baytil too much because it can cause blindness. My usage is fine for now, but if this continues, we will need to find another drug.

Since my pee pee opening is larger than normal due to my surgery, the vet has mommy taking a wet paper towel and wiping my bottom and tail every day. She said there is a chance some of the bacteria causing me problems can be wiped away. I HATE having this done. Mommy has forgotten once and got upset at herself, but she's just got to get into the hang of it she said. It's ok by me if we stop all together, but if it keeps me from getting sick, then maybe I can live with it.

If I get sick again after this round of Baytril, we are going to a holistic vet. We are already using Cosequin, but I like to "dispose" of it, and I'm not getting enough according to mommy.

We're hanging in there and are hoping sometime we can find a method that will keep me from getting infections all the time. Mommy is sure there is a combination out there, but she knows it will take time to find the right thing. At least I don't have to go to the vet's office every time now. Yeah.

peeing on the rugs again

Well, my last post said I hadn't been peeing on the carpet, but I am again. Mommy put down a rug in the bathroom again (she'd taken it up because I like to pee on it) and I have been peeing on it. I've been off the Baytril about a week, so mommy is gonna look at the special litter and see if it's changed colors any. The special vet called yesterday, but mommy missed the call. She'll be talking to her today. We don't know what we are gonna do now. I guess it's back to antibiotics once more.

I'm so tired of all the infections and I know mommy is frustrated with all the peeing on the floor. I just want to get better. Please keep purring for me and I'll update again once we talk to the special vet. I have this icky feeling I'lll have to go back to see her.

Still fighting this thing

Here is an update on my health: They put me on another round of Baytril, but my special vet also put me on some thing called an anti-depressant. Mommy said it's generic Elavil called Amitriptyline. The special vet said it may calm me down and not make a nervous nellie since they believe stress is causing my repeat infections. Plus, it is also supposed to help kitty bladders. I tried to tell mom I wasn't crazy and she told me I wasn't. She said it might just help my bladder and she looked up a bunch of stuff and showed me, so I didn't fret too much even though I was still embarrassed.

However, Mommy hated how it made me act. She said it made me different. She knows it takes a while for that kind of stuff to build up in the system and was trying to ride it out, but she said it made me too tired and changed me too much. I was grumpy. I even hissed at Jack when he'd get anywhere near me and I don't mind living with Jack. Mama Kitty and I still fought, but I hid in the corner most of the time and Mommy couldn't do ANYTHING to make me purr for her. She called the special vet Friday, but the vet didn't call back. Mommy had been weaning me off it, but wanted to talk to the vet. I guess she will tell her Monday because I'm totally off it now.

I am no longer hiding in the corner and I've been headbonking Mommy and purring up a storm. So far, I haven't been off the Baytril long, so Mommy is going to see if another infection comes back. If it does, then I probably will have to stay on antibiotics forever. It would be a low dose, but it's better than the other stuff. Mommy is willing to try different things and is thinking of consulting with a holistic vet in our area. She says she'll do anything do make me all better forever and I believe her.

Please keep purring for me some. I don't need lots of purrs, but I do want to get better and not keep getting infections over and over. They hurt and it worries Mommy so much to see me get them.

Thanks everycat for the purrs you've been sending. So far, I haven't peed anywhere but the box since I've been off my Baytril. I'm keeping my paws crossed this stuff is gone for good.

sick again

Well, I'm sick again. The staining litter shows I have a PH problem, and since I've been peeing on the carpet again, mommy has to call the special vet lady. Daddy got really sick with this bug and then mommy got it, so we haven't been updating as we should. Mommy thinks she's never gonna get better, but she's going to the doctor in a few minutes because she said it's turned into some kinda infection. I'm not sure I understand, but it's something about green stuff. It just sounds really gross.

Mama Kitty is home for good. She didn't catch the mousie at daddy's house. MOL. I would have caught that sucker, but they won't let me go over there. They say daddy has some nice rugs like the ones I ruined of mommy's and they can't take a chance on me ruining them too. What a bummer I'm sick. We don't get mousies around her. All I see is an occasional cricket in the basement.

The Feliway plug in things are really helping us though. MK not bothering me as much as normal. That's a good thing too. Mommy says I can't totally blame her because I "instigate" it too. Whatever that it.....I just attack her sometimes, so maybe that's what mommy is talking about. I can't seem to help myself.

I have been taken off the purr list. Mommy doesn't know why since we updated after our vet trip. We posted and sent Hazel Lucy a note, but my note never changed. Hazel's awfully busy, and I'm sure it just got overlooked, but I am gonna see if I can get added back since I'm still sick. I need all the purrs I can get to try to get over this problem. Mommy gets so upset when I pee. She can't buy a new carpet until I get better, but her main concern is that I am hurting.

Good and bad news

The urinalysis came back and it was negative, so the internal vet lady said I could stop my meds. The only thing is, I'm still peeing where I shouldn't. Mommy and the new vet lady think stress may be causing my problems. I have a new thing to take that is supposed to help my bladder, but it's a big pill and I hate it.

Mommy bought some special litter that stains if I have a problem, and she is going to add it to the boxes tomorrow.

I hate to upset her and have her worry. I can't even tell her if I'm sick again (after just a week) or if I just prefer to use the carpet sometimes. She promised to help me either way, so I am hoping I can make her happy. I know she loves me because she never scolds me for peeing in the wrong place and I have overheard I've ruined some really, really expensive kinds of rugs she had.

If anykitty knows anything that can help me, please let me know. I want to get better and I know mommy wants me to also.

I am high strung, so we are trying the feliway plug in things again. Mommy is willing to try anything and I want to help too. I'd love to hear from other kitties to find out what worked for them. I follow my Rx diet and everything, so why can't I get better???

thanks to everycat for the rosettes

My mommy has been really busy looking for a new job, planning a wedding and making sure I'm getting better, so she is sorry for not writing to everycat that sent me a rosette. I really appreciate the well wishes and wish I knew who belonged to the Black Cat Secret Purr Society >^..^<

Please accept our apologies if we didn't thank you personally. Mommy had the best intentions, but just loses track sometimes and gets flustered.

Thanks again for all the well wishes. I am feeling better for the moment.

Health update

Hi everycat. I went to the specialist and it was so scary. They were nice, but I don't know them like my regular vet, so I simply refused to come out of my carrier. Mommy finally got me out and it wasn't so bad at first, but then she LEFT me. I'm used to being left at the other vet, but this time my soon to be furdaddy was there too and it felt so much like the time my other family left me and never, ever came back. Both kissed me and said daddy would be back be back soon because mommy had some kind of meeting at work, but I wasn't sure and was reallly scared.

They took me into this room and put me through all kinds 0f horrible things. They took pictures of my insides and then they actually shaved my belly The indignity of it all was unbearable. They glopped some stuff on my naked tummy and then rubbed it with some wand and got more pictures. They kept calling them pictures but I swear it's not the same as when mommy gets out HER camera and takes pictures. Then they gave me fluids and got another urine sample. I just wanted to hide.

Luckily, daddy came back after that and took me home. The vet told him I was embarrassed because my tummy was naked. At least she realized this and was nice about it all! She told daddy the x-ray pictures showed no stones and the ultrasound pictures didn't either, but my bladder was irritated. Duh. No kidding. I could have told them that. Mommy spent a whole lot of money to find out something I already knew. Humans are kinda dumb. She did find out there wasn't scar tissue, and everyone said that was good.

Anyway, mommy got a pill to give me and I didn't throw it up. I heard them say when the labs come back next week. I may end up with a different pill. It depends on what some culture says. This vet says she gets a much more detailed report than my regular vet, so we will have more medicine options. Mommy is happy about that, but I sure am not.

Depending on what happens, I may have to switch food again and may end up on a low dose of antibiotics for the rest of my life. Mommy seemed concerned, but the vet promised it would be really low dose and most kitties don't get superinfections or anything. We talked about Mama Kitty and stress and may end up doing something to help that out. If she'd just grow up and quit playing all the time, it would make it so much better. The vet also showed us pictures of my previous operation and how it can sometimes make kitties more prone to infections. Daddy laughed and told me I got circumsized without my consent just like a baby, whatever that meant. I wonder if I should find out what that means??

Sorry this is so long, but it was a huge ordeal for me. All of the purring, notes and rosettes have truly helped me get through it all. Please keep purring that this medicine works and that my darned tummy fur grows back SOON. I don't like being half-naked.

I may finally be well now.

Between my last entry and now, I had a staph infection in my bladder. It was painful and what was worse was that mommy kept giving me this yucky pink liquid stuff and making me open my mouth to get it. I ended up with pink sticky stuff on several areas of my face. It was terrible, but mommy kept at it and made me take it. I guess it was good for me because now I am all better and have been for a while.

I'm really hoping, and so is mommy, that I won't get sick so much anymore. She wants to buy some new carpeting for the one room that doesn't have wood floors and hopes I won't pee on it. I do know she's joined some yahoo group for kitties like me and has been getting ideas from other mommies and daddies who have cats that suffer. She says she's going to talk to my doctor about some things, so I hope my potty issues are a thing of the past.

One thing I know. She has made several nifty places where I can go and hide from my playful sister, Mama Kitty. That girl stresses me with all her chasing and playing. Mommy thinks the stress was bad for me. I've also been snuggling with mommy a whole lot more lately. I'm not sure what has come over me, but I'm not as skittish as I once was. Maybe it just took me some time to figure out she's safe. I really am not sure what it is, but I like it. I purr a whole lot and get lots of love whenever I want. Things are really looking up for me and I'm really quite happy.

Why can't I seem to get well?

Mommy thought my urine issues were all better because the hospital where she adopted me told her I got a clean bill of health. She made sure she took me back on schedule to get me checked out and they said I was fine, but it still hurt me to pee pee. I tried to hide it from my mommy and kept using the rugs, but she ended up taking the rugs away. She said they were ruined for good and we'd just have to live with the hardwood floors for now.

She did leave a few small wool rugs in some other rooms, so I used them too. After a while, mommy figured it out and said they smelled. Now there are no rugs in the whole house. Ok, there is one, but mommy says it's the most expensive one and it's in the guest bedroom. I did pee on the corner, but since then, mommy is trying to save it and has totally locked all of us out of that room. She leaves the doors shut all the time. We all try to sneak in there when mommy goes to her big closet, but she's pretty strict. We don't like her keeping us out. It's mean to keep us from exploring!

Mommy got worried and took me to her doctor that all the other kitties go to and that doctor ran some special tests on me and found out that even thought my crystals were gone, I had some sort of underlying infection. My mommy cried. She gave me lots of hugs and said she felt so guilty. She had been going by what the hospital where she adopted me told her and all along I still had an underlying problem. She got pretty mad too. It turned out I had some infection and her regular doctor did some kind of culture to find out exactly what medicine would make me better. Mommy got a bunch of pills and had to chase me around twice a day to give them to me. I hated them and even though I love my mommy, she did have to find me and I managed to give her a lot of scratches. Believe it or not, it took four times to get the test and four rounds of the medicine to make me well. I can't even begin to tell you how much happier I am now. In all my life, I'd never been able to pee pee without pain. It was great.....for a while.

It seems my problems are back. I've totally ruined the one room that has carpet in mommy's house. She says it's because I stole turkey at Christmas and steak not too long ago. I can't help it. I love to jump on the counters and rip off the covers on her food and steal a big piece. She says it makes me sick, but I'm not convinced. I'm going to the vet again this week, so keep your paws crossed for me. I really don't want to take more pills, but mommy is worried about me. I just want it to stop hurting like it did for a while. Wish me luck.

I feel so good now

All my life I suffered from urinary problems. My first family got so tired of me, they locked me outside. It was scary since they had taken my front claws away, but I survived. One time I got so sick I couldn't go to the bathroom at all, they took me to the vet. I don't remember much right after that. I know I waited and waited for them to come get me, but they never did. The nice people at the hospital tried to make me happy, but after so long I started getting scared to come out of my cage. At first, I was happy to wander around the hospital at night when one nice lady let me out, but after a while, I got used to staying in my cage and just didn't want to come out.

My new mommy came in one day and was so very sad. Every day she came by many times and each time she cried. I tried to make her smile and she would for a few minutes, but she told me she was worried about her Chloe. I didn't understand how someone could care so much and spend so much money since my people abandoned me when I got really sick, but I realized she was a special person. I began to trust her. She was allowed to let me out of my cage and I let her pet me. That was scary for me but she didn't push it.

One day, she came with this really fat thing she called Jack. He tried to smell me and wash my head, but I hid from him. The next thing I know, she was back and tried to put me into a cat carrier. I panicked and tried to run away. I scratched her and the nice nurse at the vet. Somehowe, they got me locked into that awful box, but in a short while, I was let out. It was like going to a playground for cats. I had all the food and water I wanted. I had boxes to potty in and toys as far as the eye could see. My new mommy left me alone and didn't try to hug on me too much. She showed me where everything was and left me alone to sniff on that fat thing she called Jack and all the other stuff in the house.

I was skeptical since my first family abandoned me, but even when I've peed on mommy's expensive rugs and ruined them, she never yelled at me. She even felt guilty for not realizing I was sick. I think I'm the luckiest cat alive. I am sorry my mommy lost Chloe, but I am so glad she found me.