If I Were King of the Forest...

I'd probably hide. A lot. No matter, I'm King of Mom's apartment.

Mom's anticipating UTI #3. She's got another 2 months or so (that's if it goes the way it's been going) I feel fine. So I think she should stop worrying.

I have a new hiding place in the closet when Mom's not paying attention to me. I'm a sulker. So sue me. I need attention. When I don't get it, I go off in a corner and sulk. In the closet. Then Mom comes to find me and let's me sit in her lap and pets me. So, it looks like the closet works!

Keppe still has my pillow. He can have it. I like to sleep along Mom's side. Keeps me nice and cozy now that it's getting colder out.

I'll be 7 on November 5th. I guess that makes me a senior cat. (But really, it's more middle aged! hmph) Mom can't believe we've been together for 4 years. While, she never could imagine giving me away (can you blame her?), she's just surprised that it's been so long. It seems like we've come such a long way from when she took me home to Brooklyn and I hid under her bed and was actually scared of her. (I can't believe I missed out on 2 weeks of loving) We've both come a long way. And to think she wasn't going to adopt me. (She was looking for a more independent cat... but I was too gorgeous for her to ignore.) We've both taught each other a lot.

My Yearly UTI

When Mom adopted me I had just been treated for crystals and was told that I needed to stay on a specific diet.

After living with Mom for two years without any problems, Mom switched me diet food.

Then we moved.

UTI #1.

Poor Mom. She knew I wasn't feeling well cos I'm usually so good about using the litter box and she saw me squat on my cat bed.

Off to the vet.

Clavamox and the UTI is gone.

1 year later (almost to the day) UTI #2.

Same symptoms.

Off to the vet.

Clavamox and the UTI is gone.

Mom's feeling pretty convinced that I don't really develop crystals unless the UTI's go unchecked for a while. And since, I'm pretty good at telling her when I'm getting one, she'll make sure to be pretty good at listening. :)

Still, one has to wonder if the new apartment is giving me bad karma!

Anyway, while I was at the vet last month (and hating every second of it) I was weighed and we learned I lost about 3/4 of a pound. This sounds silly, but Mom's pretty excited about it, since I weighed more than her niece (who is 12 months old.)

I am King

Things are all topsy turvy and turvy topsey. I am not pleased. Keppe went to the vet last week to get his teeth fixed. He came back smelling like a cattery. Maybe I'm jealous, after all Keppe is MINE, he's not allowed to socialize with others. So, sue me. I'm ticked off.

Mom wasn't very pleased with my irritation. She's worried that now Keppe is scared of me and she's going to have to start from scratch introducing us all over again. But, I was good today (sort of). Keppe was on the couch with all of us and I just growled a little bit. Even he can't disturb a good resting place.

I will say that Keppe has taken over my pillow. And while at the moment I haven't beaten him to bits over it, I'm contemplating it. Mom knows that's my special spot, but since he's recuperating she's being all nice to him. She told me next week she'll start weaning him off my pillow and will find him a new spot to sleep on the bed.

I just need a little time. Once Keppe understands that I need loyal subjects we'll go back to our regular napping rituals.

Keppe Better Run

Keppe is like the little brother I never wanted. Except he's older than me. And he EATS MY FOOD, and mom shoots water at me if I eat his food. But his food is interesting, so I don't know why I can't have it. Just because it's kitten food is not a good enough reason.

Anyway, Mom keeps telling me how proud of me she is, because I've let Keppe live here. It's not like I had much choice. But he does keep me company when she goes to work.

Mom thinks he's scared of me, but I'm only playing, it's not my fault if he's a big chicken he hides under the bed when I'm playing. I don't even scratch him. If I so much as swat a unclawed paw at him he runs away. But see, the weird thing is, he never gets mad. EVER. 20 minutes later he'll come back over to me begging me to clean his forehead. Which I do sometimes when I'm bored.

I suppose he can stay as long as he likes, but if he ever takes my place on the pillow while Mom's sleeping we're going to have to rumble.

Diet!

Bruce is very tired today, so I'll be writing his diary today.

He had quite a day today. He hadn't really eaten in the past two days and had me very worried. He was certainly hungry but for some reason was not a fan of his standard food. I decided a trip to the vet was in order.

I don't much like taking Bruce to the vet since he absolutely completely hates it. In fact, he absolutely completely hates leaving the house. Being put in a carrier or in general trapped in anyway. (I once put him in the bathroom while I was moving and he pitched a fit)

Anyway, i lugged the large one to the vet and he was given a full work up. nothing abnormal was found with the preliminary tests. His levels for diabetes were good (meaning he doesn't have it and doesn't have any indication of getting it except his size). That was my main concern. Apparently his teeth are fine. (which I thought might be a possibility. )

We won't know the full results until tomorrow, but it looks like he's just a really big boy and maybe the heat is causing him to be a bit lethargic and picky.

When he came home he INHALED the rest of his food. But now he has a little reminder from the vet. (they had to shave his neck to get his bloods)

He seems to have recovered. What we did learn however, is that despite his diet he hasn't lost a single oz. !!!:O He's now back on a prescription diet for obesity. I put some down a few minutes ago and he ate a bit before sacking out on the floor. Maybe he was just bored of his current food. Hard to tell. Hopefully the r/d will kick in and he'll be a bit slimmer in the next few months.

Though, of course I was vacuuming today and found evidence of a few hairball incidents. I have a feeling they might have been from Friar though.

Both kitties are now napping. I can't say i blame them. I'm exhausted too!

A New Roommate

Mom brought home a new roommate on Sunday. I'm a little non-plussed about his arrival. Was not happy at all on Sunday and actually showed mom just how upset I was. I think I scared her, but she scared me first! She knew I was upset though and left me alone to calm down. Then came back and gave me a big cuddle for being such a brave boy.

I'm still not quite used to the new roommate, who mom introduced as Friar. He's older than me, (Mom thinks much older, but no one knows for sure) . Sometimes he's all friendly with mom, which kind of annoys me, other times he runs away. I can't figure him out. Right now he's sitting behind the curtain on the windowsill. But, I'm sitting next to mommy dozing so i'm not really focussing on him. Mom's more important anyway.

Anyway, turns out the new roommate likes to hang with other cats, but I'm not sure if he's cool enough to hang out with me. I'll have to see. I will say that recently everytime he's around I get a tuna treat! So truthfully he can't be all bad.