I miss my best friend

It has been a little over 3 months since Bootsy crossed the Rainbow Bridge (June 17, 2008), but I still miss her terribly. Mom & Dad are getting worried about me, because I am spending so much time under the bed, where Boots & I used to hang out when Boots was scared.

Boots was like my mom, my mentor, my teacher, my playmate...my whole world. I knew she was sick, but I didn't realize how sick she was until it was too late.

We used to spend all of our time together....snuggling, playing with the feather toys, running around being silly. Of course, it took her a little while to get used to me when I first came home. She didn't like me so much then, but I quickly brought her around. She taught me everything I needed to know about life in the house...how to play with feather toys, how to chase mice, how to watch the fish but not knock over the tank. She helped me learn how wonderful it is to be an inside kitty, because I was born underneath a trailer to a momma who had been abandoned by her breeder when she got too old. My mom's breeder didn't realize momma was pregnant when she dumped her out in the country.

Boots was terrified of thunderstorms (which I secretly like), and she would get so scared of thunder & lightning. We would curl up together under the bed, and I would purr to her and help her feel safe. We shared our toys, our kitty bed, everything. We even had a hamster that we both loved. Of course, I think I "loved" the hamster in a different way than Boots did, as Boots would let the hamster sleep next to her on the couch. I would much rather have chased him around.

Sometimes I sit in my perch at the top of the cat tree and look out the window, wishing my friend were still here. I mean, I have Dudley here, but most of the time I wish he would leave me alone. He's only 1 year old, and he doesn't understand how much I miss Boots. He didn't have the same bond with her that I did.

How long will this hurt? How long will I be in pain? I with the hurt wasn't so strong.

Stupid humans

Man! I've been trying to get in here to write something for...like...MONTHS! You'd think a girl could get some computer time around here, I tell ya!

Well, lots of new things to report. Bootsy might be going to a new home. She has something called "separation anxiety disorder" and something else called "OCD". She gets real freaky when our man human leaves for the day. I try to make her feel better, but she just fights with me and bites me. Then she grooms herself so much her hair comes out in big clumps. My mommy said something about "pro-zac" but I don't know what that is. Apparently it's pretty expensive, too. Everyone, including the V-E-T seems to think that trying to rehome Boots might be best. Maybe a home where she is the only cat, and maybe an older person, someone who is retired. I don't know how you get re-tired. When I get tired, I take a nap, then I wake up and I feel better. I guess it doesn't work the same way with older people. I don't know. I know I'll miss her a whole bunch, but if she'll be happier then that's what is best. Maybe my mommy will get me a new friend.

Well, let's see, what else. What else....oh! Yeah...you won't BELIEVE this! My mommy brought home a rodent! A hamster, I think she said. It's name is Tubby, and he sure is tubby! And the thing is, they won't even let me kill it! It just sits in its cage and taunts me. Sometimes, they put it in this little rolling ball and let it run wild all over the place, but the ball keeps it safe. Why bring me a rodent if you're not going to let me kill it? I don't understand this. Seems awfully cruel to torture a poor kitty that way!

Well, I can't really think of anything else to say, really. For as long as it's been since my mommy let me make a diary, you'd think I would have more to talk about!

Geez o loo...

Man o day! Egads! I'm running out of silly little things to say!!

So, Bootsy had her surgery 3 weeks ago, and she's been nothing but cranky ever since. First off, she came home and she smelled REALLY WEIRD, like medicine or something. I don't know. Plus she had this big giant white cone thing around her neck, and it freaked me out. And she was all wobbly and couldn't play with me.

The stitches and the cone came off last week, and she's still been cranky, plus her incision is still draining a little bit and she oozed all over MY bed. Not her own darned bed, MY BED. I'm still a little peeved about that.

I just wanted to whine and complain for a second. I never shut up at home and Mommy is getting tired of my moaning and whining.

Oh man...

Oh, man oh day...my cousin has to have surgery tomorrow. This is so sad for her. Not only will that make 3 trips to the V-E-T in less than a week, but my mommy says that when she comes home, she won't have any ears! She's only got one as it is, and now she won't have any? I don't understand this. How will she hear? Mommy and grandma Susie both say that she will still be able to hear. Maybe the noise part is down inside her head.

I'm very sad, Bootsy doesn't want to play with me, at all, she's just sleeping and yelling every once in a while. I guess I'll just have to try and make her feel better.

Oh man!

Man, oh man! I've had a really nerve racking day today!! Whoa, I didn't know I knew that big of a word, wow! Look at me!

Okay, enough of that. Today was a rough day. Mommy put Bootsy in the carrier and took her somewhere, and when they came back, Bootsy had blood all over her paws, momm had it all over her shirt and in her hair, and Bootsys ear was all whacky. Of course, it had been growing a big lump in it for a few days, and she was hurting. I know she hurt because she wouldn't let me help her get clean, and usually her head and ears and neck are my job.

Now her ear looks weird. I still don't understand why she only has the one ear, anyway. And now that one is all silly. It's not full of stuff anymore, so it's flat again, but it doesn't stand up anymore. Mommy said something about a "he-muh-toe-muh" but I don't know what that is. Sounds bad, though.

I also heard her telling someone that we are getting new food. I'm not real happy about that, I really like my Friskies. I don't see why I should have to make changes just because of Bootsy. The stuff in our litter boxes is new, too. It smells alot different and feels different on my feet, but I'm using it so that's okay. I think it's all natural and mommy can flush it. That's good, I'm tired of having that big white bucket full of my own poop in it, right next to my box. This is much better.

Well, that's all to report for today. I'm going to see if there's something to kill around here. Oh, and mommy is bringing in our cat grass today, so that's a good snack.

Fritter!

I'm going to kill her...

I swear, I'm going to kill that curly-haired mommy of mine, probably in her sleep, when she's not expecting it. This is sooooooo unfair. Bootsy is sitting outside on the 3rd floor patio, asleep in HER CHAIR. I don't have a chair out there, because I'm not allowed to outside by myself. This is total garbage, I tell ya. Just because I jumped off the 3rd floor ONE TIME, they think I'm going to just keep doing it. I'm not stupid, it hurt the first time.

But they don't trust me. Just because I jump up on the balcony railing doesn't necessarily mean I'm going to jump.

Bootsy gets all the fun, sitting outside by herself. Hmmph. I'm gonna go kill something. There has to be a moth or something in this place.