Nicknames: D Boy, Mr. D., Deleon, Little Boy, Dyl, Mufasa, Tanner, Little Brat, "D", Silent One, Butterball, Chistoso, Pudge, Wild One, and Flat Stanley
Birthday: August 1st 2006
Likes: He likes to eat!
Pet-Peeves: Sudden noises.
Favorite Toy: Long hair, string, plastic easter eggs, and anything in his path.
Favorite Nap Spot: On the kitty condo, his bed in the carrier, or any lap will do.
Favorite Food: SophistaCat Kitten Food, and just recently chicken lunch meat!
Skills: Is disrupting the house and everyone in it a skill? On the other hand, when Dylan wants to be picked up he will sit up on his bum and reach up to you with his front paws extended, it's precious!
Arrival Story: In August we were called in to foster our little Bella, and we also rescued a litter of three kittens, two gray and one cream. The girl that brought them in found them under her father's porch in the city of Riverside. We were told that if we didn't take them they would be put down, and we wouldn't stand for that. So we kept them all in my daughter's room. Bella had to stay separated from the three in case one was sick, plus we couldn't let them near our Lily, Pearl and Burbank for the same reason. Bella was a week old, the other three were about two weeks. Around a week later for numerous reasons I had to make a decision to have another family foster the litter of three. It was difficult for my daughter and I to hand them over, but I knew it was the right thing to do because Bella needed special care. We lost our little Bella just two days later. My husband saw the stone we painted for Bella and caved in, and suggested that we save another kitty, but I couldn't for awhile. But 25 days later we went back to Petsmart and the other foster mother was there with our litter of three! The little butterball that was my daughter's favorite was cuter than ever, and when she picked him up we never put him back. Having him is like having a little of Bella with us. Maybe it's the guilt I carried when we gave up the three little ones, but Dylan is home now and will never leave us again.
Bio: Dylan purrs constantly. He purrs the second he's picked up, and he loves to be held. He even purrs when you look at him. Dylan associates me with his meals. If he sees me in the kitchen he will tap my leg and go sit in his eating spot. He has a great appetite. He will eat his food and try to eat his sisters' food. Dylan is the quietest kitty and will only cry in the morning for his breakfast. For other meals he just taps my leg. He will suckle on my daughter's fingertips and move his paws like he is nursing. We brought Dylan home September 17, and he's already zipping through the house bringing excitement room to room, chasing his sisters whenever he can find them. Usually they hide upstairs all day to get some rest. He bites playfully, but doesn't scratch at all. If I leave the room and he can't find me, I'll find him sitting on the couch waiting for me. He's a gentle little soul with the sweetest personality.
Guess what happened last night? I ate! I hadn't eaten since Monday. That special wet food from the vet dude enticed me into eating. The teenager force fed me in the afternoon, and the second time she did that I wanted more and ate from the bowl. I'm not interested in water just yet, but the food has enough water in it that Mom's not worried.
My energy level isn't the same, but I did a little walking around and checking to make sure no one moved any furniture, things like that. I checked the garage and sat on Mom's car, she had just washed it and I left my prints and she didn't even care.
After breakfast this morning I jumped up and walked completely around the island and even sat my bottom down. Mom didn't chase me! But she did whip out the 409.
My eyes are pretty much open like they should be, but they are still irritated. My face is kind of icky cuz of the goopy eye ointment, but I won't let anyone clean me either. I put up a major fuss when it's time for my meds, but they get me in this tight position almost like a choke hold and they get the deed done.
Nana and Grandpa, my auntie, and my Dad (he's on a business trip) have been calling everyday, sometimes twice a day to get an update on me, now Mom has good news to tell them. Mom and the teenager got me some new toys last night, but for now I let Lily play with them.
The teenager isn't feeling well, so we're going to hang out in the family room, she's going to be a couch potato and I'm just going to sleep. Maybe I'll play later, maybe I'll just get more rest.
The vet's office called Mom this morning and wanted to know if I was getting better. I'm still not eating and so far today I won't drink water either, so I have to go back at 4pm. Mom says it's time for them to do something else, but at this point I don't really care, I just want to sleep.
I had to go back to the vet dude yesterday because now my other eye was infected. They said I had a high fever of 105, I had lost a whole pound and I have a viral infection and that’s why my eyes are irritated. But irritated doesn’t really describe how they look, my face is swollen, my eyes are draining and they hurt, the third eye (lining) is pink and puffy and covering half of my eyeball! My face basically looks like my human brother’s leg when he fell off his skateboard, raw! They gave me a shot for pain, and one for antibiotics and liquid medicine drops that taste like burnt oranges.
I can’t see very well with one eye, but I can see Mom’s face look like she wants to cry whenever she checks me. She’s so sad, and she has to say a prayer to give me my eye drops and my liquid drops. See, she can’t handle gross stuff too well, and she says “I’m sorry Dylan” whenever it’s medicine time.
This morning I had another car ride back to the vet dude, my temp was normal, and one eye is a little better, but the other is still pretty yucky. I have tried to eat but I throw it up, but I’m keeping water in me here and there. Mom was worried that I was dehydrated and the vet dude said I was border line, so they gave me a shot. When they brought me out to Mom I was very mad and let them know it. I hissed and snarled and showed them my pearly whites.
Basically I’m sleeping and looking miserable. But I’m being well taken care of and I hope I feel good soon and look much better than I do now.
There’s tons of treats on my Catster page, and I found some rosettes too! My friends are very special to me and knowing they care makes my heart happy!