Seamus McCatnip


Domestic Long Hair
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Home:Piscataway, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 19 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Shea-dude, Shady-dude, Little Guy, Doodle, Muzzy Boy

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-part feral-cat rescue

Birthday:
May 1st 1992

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:
3 of 9

Forums Motto:
Shea-doodle!

The Groups I'm In:
♥♥♥*~♥~*Luvers of C@ts & Dogs*~♥~*♥♥♥, 2 Dogs 2, A Merry Christmas to Dogsters & Catsters, CRF Support Group, Dogster Dog Blog Bark Out, Holistixperience!, Pawsome Pages, Squeaky & Fuzzy

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I've Been On Catster Since:
October 31st 2006 More than 5 years!

I Was In The:
Catster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
414077

Meet my family

Sydney

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Shady-dude, a life of leisure


My writing prowess... acknowledged!

July 15th 2009 6:46 am
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Usually Sydney gets all the glamour. I prefer to live a somewhat more understated life, as suits my higher position in life. After all, I'm the senior fur in the family (being 17 has its privileges!), and I'm a cat. 'Nuff said.

But today I found out that my writing prowess has finally been acknowledged, and I'm a Daily Diary pick. I have to admit, I wasn't looking for notoriety, but it feels pretty darned good to be recognized like this.

What an amazingly wonderful week our family is having!! My furless baby brother Colin is recovering well from his surgery, I got great news from the vet, Sydney was a diary pick yesterday, and now I'm a diary pick today. Mom was feeling pretty sad before because Friday is the last day of her maternity leave and she has to go back to work next week, but now she's thinking maybe things will be OK.

A big thanks to HQ for helping to make this great week even better. And for showing the wisdom to recognize what an amazing writer I am!

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrs,
- Seamus

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Good News!

July 13th 2009 8:59 pm
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Well, I had to go to the vet last week. I wasn't very happy about it, especially when he clipped my toenails AND stole some of my blood. And I'd lost a pound so the vet was worried that my thyroid was going bad. Mom was really worried, but we had to wait until the results came in from my blood work.

Then today... the doctor called mom with... GOOD NEWS!!! My BUN is down from 43 to 41. My creatinine is down from 3.4 to 2.5, and my T4 is 3.6 which is in the normal range. WOO HOO!!!! Normally once you've been diagnosed with CRF your test results keep getting worse, not better! Mom doesn't know how or why this happened, but she sure is happy!

So, to all of you out there with CRF... please know that things are never hopeless. And sometimes you get a nice surprise and have a chance to pause and celebrate.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs,
- Seamus

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Can you believe...

June 1st 2009 7:57 pm
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So 5 weeks ago mom disappeared, then came back without her big roudn belly. Instead she had this little creature (less than 7 pounds). He can be OK sometimes, but is often very loud... especially at night when I like to sleep. So I've taken to sleeping downstairs at night to get some peace. But I digress.

On Friday of Memorial Day weekend mom went to get the mail, and heard some teeny (but very loud and insistent) meowing. Mom looked around but didn't see anything or anyone. She kept looking, following the sound... and found... a teeny kitten... crying and crying... in the SEWER. :-( Mom felt really bad for the kitty, who was acting super-hungry, so mom got some of my kibbles (HUMPH!) and threw them down. I would have been upset, but I know what it is like to be a tiny hungry kitten, so I cut mom some slack.

She kept hoping that the momma cat would come back for the kitten, but no luck. In the meantime mom and dad would throw down some food and/or water for the kitty from time to time, but couldn't get down to it because the sewer grates are too heavy and it was too far down. Well, last Tuesday mom couldn't take it any more. She called animal control thinking they could come out and get the kitty.

WHAT A JOKE.

The guy from animal control came out, asked where the kitten was, then looked in the sewer. He told mom (about 5 times) that feral cats live in the sewers - DUH! Mom knows that, which is why she waited days before calling animal control. Then the guy (UGH) said mom shouldn't worry because if it rained the kitten would just "wash out" at the end. Can you believe that?!?! HISSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! Mom nearly kicked the guy in the shins, and if I had been there I would have given him a serious swat. They guy did look around, and didn't see the kitten, but mom doesn't think he tried very hard. In the end he said he would arrange some boards that he found in the sewer so the kitten could climb out. Mom hoped that would work, but thought the kitten seemed a little young to make it on its own.

On Wednesday mom went to get in her car and... heard... MEW! MEOW! MEEEEOOOOWWW! Yep, SewerKitty again. Mom's last thread of patience with the morons from animal control evaporated. She went to look, and there was they teeny kitty. Cowering in the corner of the sewer. Again. It was time to take control of the situation.

Mom got a 6-foot piece of wire shelving that used to be in the guest room closet and stuck it in the sewer. Then she got some pieces of ham... and reached her arm waaaay down into the sewer... and put pieces of ham to try and get the kitty to climb up the shelving. And... IT WORKED!!!! The kitty got within arm's reach, and mom grabbed it by the scruff and put it into our carrier. The kitten didn't seem the least bit upset, but it was very teeny (maybe six weeks old), skin-and-bones, very VERY dirty.

Mom brought the carrier into our garage, then gave the kitty food, water, a mini litter box, and a small towel. SewerKitty now does nothing but purr every time she sees mom. Mom contacted a local rescue organization, and they're going to come and take SewerKitty later this week and find her a home. Mom wishes she could do more... like fostering the kitty long-term (or keeping it!) but with my CRF and a newborn baby at home she just doesn't think she can do it.

In the meantime mom is making sure that the kitty has plenty of food, a clean litter box, fresh water, and some sunshine and love every day. Today mom gave the kitty one of Sydney's toys (a small squeaky goose) to curl up with... the goose is bigger than the kitty, but SewerKitty seemed to like her new snuggly pal.

I'd almost feel jealous, but I was once exactly like that kitty... lost, alone, starving... and that's when mom found me. I can't stay upset with mom for helping another kitty in trouble... even though it means I have to share her with another small creature. Thankfully mom has enough love for all of us! :-)

In the meantime I hope all my pals will send some PoTP to help SewerKitty find a loving fur-ever home real soon!

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs,
- Seamus
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