July 26th 2007 6:48 am
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Thanks for the 'Tag' ;)
1. I'm the only one here who seems to care about defending our home against the repeated attacks from that outdoor black cat who insists on jumping at our window screens. I'm the *Enforcer* here. - except when my humans reach for the squirt water bottle.
2. I'm 'Massive' everything about me is big. My paws, my head, my ears, my eyes, my tail.
3. I don't beg for anything (I have Sweets and Taag do that) but one time, I loved that furry toy so much that when my humans tried to take it away I started growling.
4. I can be *enticed* by any toy with a bell on it.
5. I can open cabinet doors.
6. I love catnip so much, I WILL MAKE YOU SPILL IT (so that I can have more)
7. I'm afraid of the sounds of a weedwhacker, or shopping cart.
November 11th 2007 6:49 am
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Well... No, not really. No-one really knows when I was born. But today is my *Adopt-a-versary* The day that 1 year ago, I adopted these humans for my pets. And oh how I have trained them. I'm a great human trainer.
My my, how fast a year passes when you are warm, full of food, with soft places to sleep and plenty of love, attention and play times.
Every morning though around 7-7:30 am, I watch from the kitchen window. Watching the night hunter cats giving up their hunts and going to their day hide-a-way places.
And although I don't like to see them in what was before, ALL my territory, it bothers me more that they are yet out there fending for themselves.
It's already cold, there was ice on the ground this morning. I know it gets harder and harder to find food and water.
I hope they all find a human(s) that looks like an angel to them. One that they can find some courage to approach. One that shines with a light of kindness so bright that for that moment they can put away their basic distrust of humans or their pride and ask for help. It could be the start of their beautiful life.
And so, on my 'birthday' I really want nothing more than for every kitty to meet his or her perfect forever home. (everything about me is massive, even my hopes and dreams.)
But now it's time for my treats and playtime - Gotta keep those humans in their training.
In Love, Repect, and Happiness
April 29th 2008 6:22 pm
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April 29th 2008 6:22 pm
As you have now heard, yesterday I started vomitting and couldn't stop. I would not eat anything, I would not drink, I would not even lick water droplets from my angel's fingers. I even had no interest in catnip. I wanted only to lay in the bathtub on the cool porcelain or in the kitchen sink. I would not put my head down, I would not relax and I cried the most plaintive and heartbreaking cries and begged with my eyes "Please help me."
This morning I would not go in my carrier. I puffed my back up so that I couldn't fit and cried to tell my people that I didn't want to go in it. I put my harness on and my leash and sat quiet and curled in my angel's lap, my paws holding over and under her arm, my head weakly resting on her chest while the man drove us to the animal hospital. There at the hospital I heard my people give permission for all types of blood tests and permission to start IV's and with the nice vet man and ladies they left me.
I don't know what is wrong with me, I only know I feel so very sick.
From the hospital:
My friends! I can feel your purrs and well wishes giving me strength. To my already passed Rainbow Bridge angel friends I can feel the soft beat of your wings against my cheeks when you are near guarding and watching over me.
Here I am yet in the hospital sneaking some computer time (all the cats do it, but not the dogs - Muahahaha!)
The dogs I can't see - but oh can I hear them. They never shut up. I don't know how anyone here gets any rest with all the yapping barking going on.
Big barks, little barks, whine whine whine...
I'm not happy to be staying over night here and I don't know how much more I will have to stay here. I really miss my people and I want to be home where everything is familiar and comfortable, but I hear that I'm not 'stable enough yet to leave.'
I will tell you what today I managed to overhear.
I heard the doctor and the ladies saying that my X-rays showed that there are no tumors or obstructions anywhere in me.
My blood work came back with some 'out of range values' but nothing 'life threatening' - but I need some blood building.
My ears are cyanotic and my tongue slightly too, although my gums are pink.
My one front leg is shaved and there is the IV giving me fluids and medicine.
I had to take some anti-nausea medicine too when I scared everyone here by yet again throwing up.
Tomorrow when they let my angel visit me, I will tell her to give you more of an update.
I better go now there's a beautiful Maine Coon girl waiting her turn for the computer to 'write home' and I've already used more than my share of time trying to type this with my one free paw.
Oh and one last word of warning to Taag and Sweets. Don't you two go dividing up my territory between yourselves or rearranging our carefully established 'heirarchy'
I suspect that you two are going around rubbing your faces on everything and trying to 'make it all yours'
Understand now that will not be so - I will be home again and I will expect *my* places to be mine.
Oh and another thing. NO having catnip parties without me.
Another time, Thank YOU for your purrs - they are the greatest comfort to me.
With much love, peace and compassion.
April 30th 2008 7:10 pm
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Yes, yet another night here in the hospital. I vomitted another huge pool again this morning. That for certain means I can't go home - but beyond that I'm scheduled today for something called a 'Barium study'
Oh cats - let me tell you that is some nasty stuff. White, thick and chalky and absolutely unflavored. (You'd think they could make it taste like chicken or catnip or something. )
But NO! It tastes, exactly like it looks. "Here Nuk, drink this" they said and then they forcefully *persuaded and helped* me to finish it.
Then I went for another series of X-Rays. This time to watch the barium on its path through me. (who knew, my insides were so interesting? Someone tell CQ [Catsterly Quarterly] that I'll soon be ready for my 6 page photo spread. Seriously - I'm building my portfolio here. )
After hearing that my UGI looked 'normal' (No strings, socks, swelling or tears in me from my esophagus to my duodenem. ) After a little rest I then heard that it was time to visit with my people!
Into the arms of one of nice techs I went and then into a private room with my angel and my man. The tech said that I had been "being really good"
(Of course! I am - If there is any discount in my time served here for "good behavior" I plan to get some of that.)
My people asked questions about my bloodwork. My angel can't understand how nothing is 'the red flag' in my results. From my thyroid, through my blood cells counts and blood sugar, to my kidneys and liver values to my urine tests - I appear all normal. My temperature remains normal, I void my urine (a little more than usual, but the vet and techs thought that is probably from my IV, since my BUN and Creatinine tests are all within range.) Sure my electrolyte balance is a little *off* but if you'd been vomitting like I have, yours would be too. I always knew I was 'mysterious', now I have blood tests to prove it.
Then the tech left us alone. We had a nice visit where we did our normal routine of bumping my head and 'loving up' on my angel and then my man. Although let me tell you I was a little bit ashamed for the man to see me with my shaved leg. (I mean really, how sissy is that?! It's bad enough that I get nail clipping manicures, but now I have a shaved leg. Oh and ladies, I sympathise with your 'stubble problems' that stuff itches.) I was so happy to see them. In the arms of my angel, I felt her sadness and fear. I put my hair all over both of my people (They needed re-scenting you know, and Taag and Sweets need to know that although I'm not home, I'm only temporarily gone and my people can still come be with me.) I don't know how much time passed maybe 45 minutes and then it was time for my Lower GI X-Ray series. Oh the life of a cat top model. Always *they* want the pictures.
Oki cats, time to turn the computer over - there's always a line waiting here.
I promise to *blog* from the hospital until this is over. It's the least I can do for my friends who are purring over me. I hear your purrs, I really do, and I thank you - each one!
With much love and compassion - Nuk
It was really disturbing this morning to hear from our vet that Nuk showed "No change" It made my heart leap up and get stuck in my throat and my chest tight. I was preparing myself to see the same sick weak cat that we dropped off there on Monday morning. I had my tissues stuffed in my jeans pocket and I think I was holding my breath until they brought him in our room.
When they put the blanket down on the table and set him upon it. I could see improvement. He looked alert, he looked aware of his surroundings. He listened carefully each time he thought he heard someone coming near the door. His ears looked again their white/pink color. His nose was its normal brick red and his tongue was its usual healthy bubble gum pink color. When I held him in my arms and we went to look over the garden grounds of the animal hospital he tracked with his eyes and was interested in the leaves blowing around on the pavement. I watched his eyes in the light, his pupils dilate and contract depending on light levels when we walked around the room. He stood steady, he walked steadily from table end to table end bumping greetings and soliticing petting from both me and my husband. Even my husband said "I knew visiting would be good for him, but I didn't realise how good it would be for us too" Nuk curled his body against me and I leaned over and kissed his head and when looking at him and telling him "I love you" he did his 'slow eye blink' way of saying it back. It was so hard to give him back when they knocked on the door and came and said "We have to take him for his next barium series." We didn't hear anything about the LGI barium series. So at least I know that, that too probably showed nothing life threatening or abnormal or we would have been called to be notified that he was going to surgery. I hope he has a better morning tomorrow. I don't know how we can't find anything wrong but I need him to get better, and I need him to come home.
May 1st 2008 4:09 pm
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Hi my furry friends, Yes it's me, Yes I'm still here in the hospital. Only now I'm not so much of a *noobie* - I'm kind of getting be one of the 'long timers'
I will confess something to you. You know? I first thought here I was in prison. Easy mistake, right? Confined to a barred jail cell. The wardens in uniform. The thermometer taking repeated *intimate liberties* with my bottom. I said to that thermometer "Hey Bubba, I don't want to be your prison *boyfriend*."
Well, there was an older Siamese a few 'jail cells' down who heard my protests to the thermometer and just started laughing at me.
"Boy" he said "This is not prison, you are in the hospital. Whatchya here for?" Which I thought was rather odd and quite a prisony type of question to ask. "I don't know, I just got sick and can't stop throwing up and I really really don't feel at all well and i'm not at all my usual self."
"Oh" he nodded wisely "You're one of those. I would have figured you to be here for a neutering." Then I remembered I had heard that 'neutering' word before. The last time I was here. Right, when I went to sleep and woke up shaved *down there* and with only an ache and stitches where my 'cottonballs' used to be. I was on some pain medicine then, so you'll please forgive me if my memory of that time is a little hazy. This old Siamese then went on to tell me all the different types of tests and procedures I could expect to happen to me. Then he talked on and on about his life (he was already 15 years old) and his kidneys and the various medicines he needed to take to manage his *condition.* Boy those Siamese sure can talk. I'm not sure what happened to him he was here Tuesday night but not Wednesday afternoon. I hope that he went home.
Tonight will be my 3rd night here and now I'm the one asking the *noobs* - "Whatchya here for?"
I hope I can go home soon. I hope my people visit soon, I'm tired of the smell of sickness and fear and antiseptic and I still don't want to be the thermometer's *boyfriend*
Tonight, as every night so far when I lay my head down to sleep my last thought will be "I hope that when I wake, it will be the better day for me - Let this be the day that I can go home again."
I just heard my vet doctor on the phone with my people. Oh this is the second best news I could have overheard. I have not vomitted at all today. The barium passed through me timely and without obstruction. (Oh yeah it did - *shiver*.)
I still haven't eaten anything for the vet so I get to keep this IV in another night and stay here another night. But if I eat tomorrow and don't vomit, I can go home. Isn't that great news? Either way my people are coming tomorrow - to take me home or just for another visit. Maybe they will bring with them some of my regular Innova Evo food, wet or dry! I do love to eat that. I also heard the vet telling them "We may never know what happened with him, it could have been something he ate, even a bug. That wouldn't show in his blood work." - I may know what happened, but I'm not talking.
What I do know is that I'm finally "getting better."
So your purrs for me and your tender angel guardianship of me is leading me out of the dark forest and to the path back home. Ah, the power of purrs! - never doubt it!
1 good thing to come out of being sick is that I've made new friends. Taag and I seem to have twins here on Catster. We look so alike with Winnie and Chester that we could have all been separated at birth. What a pleasant and unexpected find you are. It's my pleasure to meet you!
Oh! and Beloved Angel Amelia - I as always value your friendship and support and I'm so going to 'hat dance' all over that sombrero when I get home. You, and your entire family are such beautiful souls.
To Sky, Ele' (Elphaba Harriott), BUDDIE, Odie, Amber Jewel, The family of Sam, Mr D, Raza and Balster. and last but not least Luci - You are all the best friends that any cat could hope for. Thank YOU all so very very much for your kind attention and get well wishes. You are all such a comfort both to me and my people.
Your pawprints are forever on our hearts.
With much love, peace and compassion
May 2nd 2008 5:03 pm
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Oh wonderful friends - I have the best news. This morning I ate. Yes, I wanted food. It was 'bland food' a dry prescription diet called Feline ID.
Let me tell you, bland or not - NO food ever tasted so good. After eating I heard my vet doctor on the phone with my people telling that we all needed to wait until around 4pm to see how I tolerated my 'breakfast.'
I kept my food down, went for a bath and warm drying and lounged around my cage in my 'lion king' position grooming myself and waiting for the time to pass.
I must have slept some, because next thing I know, my vet doctor was at my kennel telling me "Nuk, your people are coming, they should be here in 30 minutes or so and then you can all go home together." I asked him if he still had my harness somewhere and he stroked behind my ear and told me "Of course, we put any 'belongings' that any cat or dog comes in with into a little bag with their name on it." I smiled and waited. Oh how the minutes passed so slowly. I tried to appear as if I was only nonchalantly grooming myself but I was excited inside as I could be. When the sweet vet tech came for me, and put my harness on me, I almost lept into her arms. My people were meeting with my vet doctor in a room when they took me into see them. On the table with me were 2 medicines, 1 anti-nausea 'Centrine' a small pill that I must take for the next 3 days. Liquid antibiotics 'Antirobe Drops' and a bag of my Feline ID food. I bumped my head on my people and looked them in the eye and said my deepest "Thank YOU." I thanked my vet doctor who restored me to my usual self and the kind vet techs who were so caring and gentle with me.
I was restless on the car ride home. We couldn't get home fast enough for me.
My angel put me down on the living room floor and took my harness and my leash off of me. I went to check my food and water bowl - Yep they are still there. I ate some of my food, I drank some of my water. I went to check my litter boxes - Yep still there. Ah, I may as well use it - let's start making this place *mine* again. Taag cautiously greeted me and licked my head and Sweets walked slowly to me and sniffed me. Noone hissed or batted me. Then I lay in a sunny spot on the rug right before the kitchen and watched my angel cooking. After dinner I took my rightful place on the couch, groomed myself a little more and slept. I think tonight will be just 'a quiet evening at home, on the couch with my family.'
Oh words can't tell how relieved I am to be better, how relieved I am not to have been abandoned in that hospital and nothing could be better than to be home where I belong.
Much love, peace and compassion
May 3rd 2008 9:27 pm
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Aha - I see that I can.
What brought this on you may ask. Well... My humans pronounce my name *familiarly* like Nuk(e) but spell it without the 'e' for ammm obvious human associative reasons. My *full* name is Anuk [sounding like AhNuk(e)] but it seems my humans are too lazy to bother with saying that first 'A'. That's ok, I can live with being called just Nuk. I don't mind that. What I do mind is being called "Nuhk" all my days in the hospital.
I know my humans have told them and corrected them and some staff do call me by my rightful name, but others *insisted* on sissy-fying me and calling me 'Nuhk' [Rhymes with suck!]
Don't you think that sounds like some baby nipple, suckling device? - I do!
I'm certain that despite having 6 nipples of my own, (and may I ask? What exactly is the purpose that I have those?!?) I am NO suckling device.
Oki, and that is enough about that.
I see that I now have (oh! the shame, oh! the horror) some *new* pictures on my page showing my shaved leg and my recuperation at home. Not only is it bad enough that you can see my naked leg skin, complete with little stubbles, but I'm lying about on the sofa like some 'couch potato'. It would appear that all I need now is the television remote and a bowl of food to complete my 'fall from dignity'
Thankfully, there is also my new profile picture where I'm sitting in the sun, with the sunbeams streaming over me and framing my head. There I look like Cat of Wonder, Cat of Greatness. Which is more how I think tend to think of myself.
As always, In love, peace and compassion.
May 4th 2008 10:15 am
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Mr. Hunky indeed. My name is Nük/Anük and I approve this message.
Wow, your cat is George Clooney!
Nük is none other than superhunk George Clooney!
Turning heads everywhere he rolls, Nük is a huge hit with both googly-eyed babes and older, wiser fans. Admirers will paddle across no less than eleven oceans just to get a glimpse of this A-List heartthrob in the fur. Nük isn't in a big rush to settle down, so is often seen out on the town with the cutest members of the pack. Not just a looker, Nük's activism knows no limits—enerpetically involved in the campaign to save Dogfur, Nük is always looking for a worthy cause that he can sink his teeth into.
May 9th 2008 12:57 am
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My handsome, clever one. Even your name is the combination of 3 different words.
A (ah) for my startled exclamation "ah"
Ну (new) for "well"
Тук-Тук (tewk-tewk) for "knock knock"
...Like how the jokes starts -Тук-тук. Кто там? "knock knock. Who's there?" Except the words just jumbled rushed from my lips when you ran out at me. After we recovered from scaring each other I softly repeated 'Anuk' to you. You must have liked the sound because you drew nearer to my hand. You learned your name that first night.
That first bump of your head against me told me you had chosen me. Your body told me of your need. We took you in. An unprecedented decision, no 'stray' ever had affected us so. We hurried to get you your vet appointment. To get your health checked and tested, your worms found and cured and your neutering done. No one before us had provided you these things. Sadly noone ever stepped forward to 'claim you' either. We were yours and you were ours (but that you had already decided for yourself)
You were so wild. Remember the controlled 'times' feedings? You would eat as if "you never knew when you would see food again."
It was my joy to watch that attitude turn to "trusting that your food would always be regularly provided for you."
Your 'petting induced agression' told me that you were not accustomed to human hands touching you much. Again it was my joy and my pleasure to watch you get accustomed to this on your terms, so much so, that you would seek out my attention specifically to stroke you, flopping over on your back exposing your belly for rubs.
You learned that feline claws must be retracted when touching bare humans, for human skin is soft and tears easily. After nearly biting off my fingers, you learned too to take food or treats gently and softly from my hands.
How easily you learned such lessons, how fast.
When you first slept cuddled next to my body and laid your head in my hand I marvelled at the weight of it, the warmth of it and the trust and love that passes between us.
My heart wildly flutters everytime I see you. As always I'm touched by the intelligence, liveliness, and love in your eyes when we exchange looks.
No matter how long our time is together to walk through the earthly life with each other, I know for me, it will never be long enough. It is my deepest promise to you to not only provide you with home, health and love, but to celebrate each of our days together. Know that with each day, I can only love you more.
Yes my dear Nük.
"You are my cat and I am your person - and we to each other belong. Not in any *owned* way, but in a way that's bound purely by love. It is not I who improved your life, but you who have improved mine."
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May 9th 2008 10:50 pm
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Well... That's what *He* (the man) said. I was curled in my 'sleeping fox' position atop of my cat condo which is really known to me as MY Sentry Post.
There I was only faking to sleep, but really listening in on conversations and keeping a half-slit eye on the living room door archway for any comings or goings. Taag was as usual splayed out near *his* leg, and rolling over every now and then to give me her patented "stink-eye."
"Nevermind Taag, I will deal with your disrespect later." I told her with my super telepathy powers.
Sweets was curled up on the couch in *his* seat, in some rather awkward and undignified position contentedly napping and just generally being the 'little darling.'
The television was on, there was some sports contest being played out. Nothing much interesting going on. Until *he* howls. It seems the sportsmen *he* wants to win are contesting against some sportsmen that my angel likes and *his* sportsmen are losing the contest. Secretly I laugh "Miauhahaha." *He* then proceeds to tell my angel how this is her fault.
According to him "She cast some jinx over his sportsmen, early in the week when it was cold and she wore her sportsmen's logo sweater" I raised my head to look *him* in his eyes tell him "Ogo how lame is that, and you like to think you're the alpha-male here?!?" but my super telepathy powers don't seem to work with him. I think it's his testosterone that interferes with his reception. *He's* a good man, just a 'little lacking in the feline sixth sense.'
Jinx or not, the night seemed to work out well for my angel whose sportsmen not only won their contest, but the next thing I know the sports contest is off the television and the chimpanzees are on. Yay! my angel, if being a jinx means getting 'your way' jinx all you want. I love to see you smile and the mischief lighting up your eyes.
Chimpanzees are howling and banging things on their 'show' and Sweets raises her head from her nap to take the quick look around before napping off again.
Taag and I don't even flick a whisker. *He* then says to my angel "Funny how 'they' don't respond to chimp sounds, but 'they' respond to birds or cat sounds on television."
And I think... "Well hmmm, let's see, I already have the daily experience of living with you."
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