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Coloration: Black Tiger and White
Likes: Pets under the chin, eating grass outside, catnip, tormenting Sydney, sleeping on Sydney's bed, sitting in an open window, rolling in the mint and lavender bushes
Pet-Peeves: When stupid noisy Sydney-dog starts barking or running in the house. Not being fed when I'm sitting in my "feed me" spot.
Favorite Toy: Daddy's foot under the bedcovers, catnip mousie
Favorite Nap Spot: On my pillow on the sofa... or on Sydney's bed!
Favorite Food: Fish and Cheddar Cheese Sun Chips! But now that I have CRF I can only have my Welness food. (That's OK, 'cause I like it a lot. But I still miss fish and cheddar cheese sunchips!)
Skills: Opening doors, demanding attention, looking young
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: My parents lived in the Metroparks in Ohio - basically a giant park that encircles the whole county. On a walk one day they saw a momma cat with 2 kittens... then a week later in the same spot there was one kitten and no momma. My dad came with a carrier and some food, and the teeny tiny kitten came running out to eat (he was starving). Dad picked up the kitten (wearing a thick leather glove) but it was feral and tried to take his hand off! He managed to get the kitten into the cage, but didn't know what to do next. They brought him back to the house to think about the situation.
I stopped over to visit that afternoon, and they mentioned that they found a kitten and he was in my old bedroom. They NEGLECTED to mention that the kitten was feral. I walked in, saw the tiny fluff-ball, reached into the carrier... and picked up a tiny purring baby. The rest is history - he was about 6 weeks old, adorable, and my heart was in his little white paws. Fifteen years later he's still my adorable little guy!
Lives Remaining: 5 of 9
Forums Motto: Shea-doodle!
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Well, I've decided to put up with this whole crazy foot-soaking thing. Mostly because I know mom isn't going to take no for an answer. AND... when she's soaking my foot she doesn't pay any attention to Sydney and that is just driving the dog CRAZY! (purrrrrrrrrrrrrrs)
Plus, I hate to admit it, but the soaking makes me feel better. And when she's done with the soaking mom takes a big fluffy towel and drys my foot including between my toes. I like that so much I stretch my toes waaaay out so she can really get in there!
But I don't like the pills. Mom keeps sneaking up from behind me and the next thing I know there's fingers in my mouth shoving a pill way back in my throat. I try to spit it out but sometimes it is already down before I realize what happened. The indignity!!! But yesterday I showed her. Mom tried to give me the pill. And I pretended it was down. She even waited for a minute to make sure I didn't spit it out. But then... after she left... PA-TOOIE! I spit that nasty pill out. Unfortunately it fell in the middle of the living room floor so when mom got home for lunch she saw it right away and zip-quick mom jammed that dumb pill down my throat again. *sigh*
Guess I'll have to come up with another creative idea for tomorrow. Until then I'm feeling great and am back to playing with my catnip mousie every night and jumping around without hesitation so mom knows I'm gonna be just fine.
Well, I had to go to the dumb vet yesterday 'cause clumsy mom stepped on my foot. When mom came to get me (after locking me in the bathroom ALL DAY - HUMPH!) I peeked at her from behind the shower curtain b/c I was busy playing in the tub. I don't know why she was so surprised... did she really think I would just nap all day when there was a fun tub to hang out in??? DUH!
Anyway, I was eased into my carrier and whisked away to the vet. There they shaved my toe (yes, it is naked now), and soaked it (yes, I objected). They even took off an old scab from where the toenail fell off a few weeks back. The vet said that my toe looked pretty good but was swollen so he couldn't tell what damage there might be (if any). But he said that since I was eating and relaxed and otherwise acting pretty normal he thinks I should be just fine. The vet gave me an injection of antibiotics and now we're back to daily antibiotic pills and... daily soakings!
Yes, I have to get wet every day. Again. Multiple times a day.
When it was just the tip of my tail getting soaked that was kinda OK... mom would pet me and I could nap through most of it. But now... it is my TOE! Mom is still trying to figure out how to do this so I'm comfy and can nap through it, but I promise all my kitty pals that I will NOT put up with this one nicely. Especially since while mom was trying to soak my tail Sydney-pup kept sticking her nose in my face.
So that's my toenail tale. I'm feeling pretty frisky, still jumping onto and off of furniture like I own the house (which I do, of course!), and hopping around the house in my usual fashion demanding food and attention at every turn. Yet in spite of all this I think the soakings and pills are going to continue until next week when I have my follow-up visit. *HUMPH*
Until then, fellow felines, stay safe and guard your tootsies!
I'm mad at mom. I mean really... can't she watch where she puts her giant feet?!?!?
About 2 weeks ago one of my toenails fell off. It was really long and thick, and had split the last time the vet trimmed it, and mom was getting ready to take me in to the vet so I decided to make it go away. When mom left for her morning walk with the dog I had my big horny-toenail, and when she got back it was (POOF) magically gone.
She was monitoring my toe, and while it seemed a bit sensitive everything looked OK so I got to skip the vet visit. Until now.
This morning mom was making my breakfast. She usually keeps a pretty close eye on me since I stay very close while my food is getting prepared. I was on her left, next to her left foot, but I guess she didn't notice when I moved behind her and to her right. She stepped back kinda fast and... CRUNCH-MEOWR-HISSSS!!!!!!!!
I ran as fast as I could to my little perch where I eat my meals, and mom ran behind me as fast as she could. I was so mad I hissed at her and laid my ears flat. Can you believe she STEPPED on me? AGAIN??? Then stupid Sydney-pup tried to sniff at me so I hissed at her too. I had decided I was mad at the world.
Mom took Sydney upstairs and locked her in the bathroom with daddy who was showering, then came back to check on me. I was hiding behind the dining room curtains. Mom came close and this time I let her, and she saw that my back foot was bleeding... with a quarter-sized puddle of blood under it. Mom nearly started sobbing she felt so bad, but all I really cared about is that my foot hurt.
Mom got my big hard-sided crate, and put a fresh towel in it, then gently got me inside. She went to call the vet but the line was busy. In the meantime I'd had a few minutes to myself, and decided I didn't want
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