Pet-Peeves: When I spend too much time with that huge furry thing that is in her house (Nikki the Dog.)
Favorite Toy: Doesn't have one.
Favorite Nap Spot: Depends on which room she's in.
Favorite Food: She'd eat chicken if I let her have it.
Skills: She has hundreds, simply hundreds. She's perfect. I just have to think ....
Arrival Story: A lady who has made it her mission to rescue cats called me up. Someone had left 5 cats abandoned in an apt. & she had found homes for all but one. I had just gotten my cat, Mignon, back to live with me & felt he didn't want anyone sharing his home. She talked me into coming to look at her. Even after 3 weeks of being fed regularly, I was surprised to see that this poor little kitty
Bio: For that first year, Callie gobbled down her food. (Not only were there 4 other cats in her previous home, but a dog also, who probably ate the cats' food.) It took her a year to realize that she was always going to have enough food. By that time she got quite chubby indeed. I used to call her My Chubette. She began having health problems a year or so ago, and then her adopted brother, Max, bit her! (He bit her because she had health problems.) The bite abscessed, poor baby, so she had to have her butt stitched up. First she developed IBD (so I switched everyone's food over) and then I saw that there was something inside her nose. Turned out to be melanoma! I took Callie to an oncologist and she had radiation. Callie is no longer a chubette but she's still with us! She enjoys her life, too, and is my little doll.
She has the prettiest face I've ever seen, and the sweetest. I love the way her face is divided in half and how she always wants to be with me. She is my little girl and I'm very protective of her. I had always hoped she would live to be a very old kitty, but it does not seem to be in the cards. Now that 2007 is around the corner, she is rapidly going downhill.
It's horrible that Mommy has to help me write this. She's in tears a lot of the time. I still climb up on her and sleep on her sometimes during the night, but often I just curl up on her desk and sleep there. Mommy is so used to having me sleep on top of her at night that, even though she's asleep, she is aware when I'm not.
I didn't eat today. I wanted to eat El Pollo Loco chicken that she brought home, but I just couldn't. Mommy will buy some baby food tomorrow in the hope that I eat that.
I'm skin and bones now. I make a weird noise (maybe it's my teeth making the noise?) when I eat, and I'm very dehydrated. I look horrible.
Did my cancer return? I have bad breath and I'm drooling now (Mommy read that these are signs of melanoma)--and I'm so thin, like a cancer patient. I remind Mommy of Mignon, who died of lymphoma in 2000.
Mommy says she doesn't think she can bear losing me. I'm her special little girl. We've been together since October 1994, when she adopted me.
We think I'm either 17, 18 or 19 years old ... we're not sure. I've had a wonderful life with Mommy, but it's still too short.
Mommy says she loves my face. I have gorgeous eyes, she says, and I have the cutest divided face she's ever seen. And she loves my ears. I have tufts of fur at the tips of my ears.
What is so sad is that Mommy and I will be parted forever very soon. We'll never see each other again, and that is very hard for both of us.
Just wanted to let you know that I'm doing a little better.
Mommy put me in a bathroom and gave me my own food bowl and litter box. I liked it and felt safe there. Now she brings me into the bedroom every day so I can spend time with her and the kitties. But if the dogs come into the room, I hide under the bed. I never used to do that. But guess I'm not feeling all that terrific yet.
Last night, I spent the night with Mommy again. She's so used to have me sleep on top of her that she had a hard time sleeping without me. Yeah, Max and I always used to sleep on her--but I'm a lot lighter than Max was, so Mom preferred me.
Baxter is just too heavy for words and Joey sleeps next to Mom, but not on top of her. So now that Max is gone, Mommy really misses me.
Well, I'm rambling a bit here--but just wanted to let you know that I do feel a little bit better. But I'm still way too thin and I still need your prayers and support.