Valentine!

Wow! This cute kitty named Delilah wants me to be her Valentine! Sure! And guess what, she's still available. Her family had to give her up through no fault of their own and now she's a foster who needs a furever home. She lives in NYC on the island so if anycat has a human who knows a human who needs a special kitty, let her know! Spread the word and help give my Valentine the best present ever!

Happy Birthday to Me!

Well I did it, hit the old double digits, the big one-zero. Sometimes Dad wondered if I'd make it. But I'm eating well and getting better every day. Friskies changed their formula to my favorite flavor of their canned food and now I won't eat it. Dad's been getting me different kinds and I found a few that I like. I prefer seafood to poultry or beef which is the opposite of my Dad. The only seafood he eats are tuna and salmon either as smoked, steaks, or sushi and he won't let me have any!

I want to give a big thanks to those who sent rosettes; Smiley Cassanova, Felix, Sammie, Kiki, Ember, littleboy and his family. It's really sweet I had so many people think of me on my birthday. I didn't get much in terms of hugs or treats that day. Dad had a job interview after work. Before anyone wishes him good luck, he's not so sure he likes the company. Remember during an interview you're checking them out as much as vice versa. It's a small company and he's had bad experiences with small companies before. This one probably has those same qualities that led to his dissatisfaction before. Since he is working now, he can be a little choosy and find a job that's right for him.

Don't worry though, I'm getting lots of holding time today and extra treats. Thanks again to all!

Vet Results

Well the vet found sugar in my urine so I'm back on insulin. Just the token amount of one unit once a day. The good news is that I'm loving all the different foods Daddy bought me. I'm eating up most of them and haven't gotten sick yet. (What do you want to bet I'm going to throw up some food soon?) Daddy thinks I like fish since that appears to be a favorite. I just like some variety, that's all. Otherwise I'm in very good health, all other readings are normal and I just got done wrestling with sis.

I have things pretty good here. :)

Vet Report

Trip to the vet was OK. I got some treats. They said I was my usual self so I must be feeling better. Heh heh heh. I'm down 2 oz but my doc isn't worried. He said that's a trip to the literbox. They took a urine sample (Dad turned away when they did that.) So we'll know more once those tests come back. All and all I'm slowly getting better. I haven't gotten sick this this morning. Dad's been giving me little bits of food so I have time to digest them. I still turn my nose up at the Friskies canned food. Dad was able to exchange the 18 cans he already bought of their special diet white fish for 18 cans of other kinds (had to still be Friskies though) so there may be something there I like. Dad just has to remember, little bits.

Ohhhhh my tummy

The past 12 hours have not been good. Dad did get some new food for me to try and get my weight up right before the vet. I got 2/3 of a small can of food. It was delicious. He gave it to me in the bathroom so Pepi won't dive in and put the rest on the counter. Well soon I knocked it off the counter on the carpet so everycat can have some, but it made a mess right before his friends came over. Then everyone got some of the Friskies Special Diet beef food (because Dad thinks we're sick of the whitefish) and we ate that up too. Then later I'm taking a nap on my perch when I get sick and throw up all the yummy food on the pillow and carpet! It smelled bad. I got sick a few more times but it wasn't much, just purging the rest of the food I was so happy to eat. We think I had too much new food too soon.

Then I was fine until this morning. I'm sitting on bed with Daddy waiting for him to get up when I start getting sick again. Daddy rushed to get me off the bed and away from the books and sweat clothes he keeps near the bed and I barely avoid getting sick on them. But I still got sick in the bedroom. Dad was NOT happy about that.

Fortunately no one else got sick. We'll have to tell the vet everything that happened and ask for advice. We're pretty sure it was the food since I wasn't getting sick before and I handled the mini-cans all right. Let's hope we can find a brand of canned food that doesn't make me sick.

I don't like my food

I'm going to the vet this weekend for a quick check-up. The problem is I haven't been eating much lately. I ask for wet food but all I do is sniff at it. Oh I hoover up the kitty treats and eat the dry food. But Dad wants me to eat more of the wet food because it's better for me.

He thinks either I'm bored with this brand or he got a bad batch since earlier he got a small can of a different brand and Pepi and I ate it up quickly. We loved it. Tomorrow Dad plans to get a few more cans hoping he can fatten me up a little bit before my weigh-in.

Merry Catmas Too All!

Daddy went home for Catmas and I really missed him. I even got sick when I tried to eat dry food. Every time I heard the garage door open I thought he came home. The neighbors even let me go in the empty garage so I could see his car wasn't there. When he got home I was so happy. I got treats and wet food and lots of attention.

And guess what, Daddy got a new job starting tomorrow. Right after a vacation. So I should get used again to him not being here all the time. I should be very happy he was able to be with me so much when I was sick. Since I'm getting better he shouldn't have to worry about me so much.

Tonight Pepi was bothering me so I went under a chair which she knows is MY territory. There was this big cow cat outside. Daddy went to see if he could help the kitty but the kitty ran away. All of us were hissing at the open door. For once I didn't try to get out. No more kitties Daddy! But we hope that kitty can find a way home or at least somewhere safe. No one should be alone on a night like this. It was a fat cat so someone probably owned it. Let's hope it's "owns" and not in the past tense.

Good news from the vet

Daddy took me to the vet for a quick check up. I'm up to 9 lbs 10 oz, an increase of 11 oz since my last weigh in a month and a half ago. That's about 2 oz a week which is about the same rate that I was loosing weight. The vet said a lot of that weight gain has been toward building back tissue that was lost. Everyone said I was looking a lot better. My coat and muscle mass looked better. My eyes weren't as sunken in. I have more energy and my fur is growing back. Daddy even remembered to bring my kitty treats to keep me calm. They worked a little but, but I don't like it when the vet grabs at my tummy and feels around. They want me to gain a pound in 3 months. I'd better get to work on it. MOL

Dad's still looking for work, but we think it's his being home a lot has helped me recover. There's more time to give us love and attention and I get wet food more often. It's tough this time of year, but something will turn up.

I'm almost out of the woods! Thanks for all the support!

Wow CotD!

I never thought I'd ever be Cat of the Day! Hooray! This is great! I'm continuing to get better. My fur is starting to grow back. At this point my tummy has light peach fuzz. I still want to go outside. Yesterday Dad let me go and we walked up and down the sidewalk in front of our home. I stayed with him for the most part and went back inside without complaining. It's colder than I realized when you don't have as much fur.

I have to go back to the vet soon for some follow-up tests though. Dad's not happy about that part. He's sure I'm gaining weight but we wonder how much weight I'll wind up gaining or if I'll be a little underweight for a while. I'm still getting around and happy so it won't matter too much as long as I'm healthy.

Oh, I also want to give a shout out to our Chicagoland buddy Tigger who's Cat of the Week! Tigger and his fursibs are awesome and are rescues who managed to find a great family.

Quick Update

The vet called to see how I was doing. We found out those big pills weren't just for 2 weeks, they were for LIFE! At least those are easier to take. Dad drops it into my mouth and it rolls down my throat. I hate taking meds, but this one isn't as bad as others.

On the plus side Dad made some sandwiches from leftover turkey and brisket and he gave me some! Yummy! I sat beside him purring loudly for more. I got some on my food plate, but I didn't eat all of it. Things taste better from Dad's plate.