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Coloration: Calico
Likes: Greenies, Damn It!! and Good Life treats
Pet-Peeves: the mean machine (the vacuum) and her "little"bro Harley
Favorite Toy: her catnip carrot, cigar and purse
Favorite Nap Spot: during the day-on the hamper, at night-on MY pillow
Favorite Food: Meow Mix moist food
Skills: making her mommy do what every she wants, giving excellent scalp massages at 4 AM!!
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: We had just put our beloved 16 1/2 year old to sleep and I was devastated to say the least. My husband convinced me just take a trip to the SPCA. I always say that Chloe picked me because she looked at me, meowed, and stretched out her paw in a greeting. I was smitten, she knew somehow that I was grieving for Roscoe. When I took her to the vet the next day, they whisked her away and said that we had saved her life. She was seriously ill and if we had not adopted her, she would have died. I truly believe that we had to let our Roscoe go to the Rainbow Bridge to have saved her beautiful life.
Two years later, she is in complete control over everyone! She is no longer shy and timid, she is large and in charge. She loves to sleep wrapped around my head and loves to give massages at 4 in the morning. She does talk a lot more now, and demands attention. She especially loves her treat box which she runs to and yells for treats. She even has a treat stash in our master bathroom. Quite a character....what a sweetheart!
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: PRINCESS!!
The Groups I'm In: !!!Calicos!!!, ♥_Makin' Biscuits_♥, **All Princess' Welcome**, PETS for OBAMA, DLH Calicos!, Heart To Heart, I Knead You, Olde Furts, Pets With Big Hearts
The Last Forum I Posted In: ~~Picasso turns 2 years July 30th!!!~~
Mom cried pretty hard tonight. But, they weren't scared or sad tears like 2 weeks ago when I got the really bad news about my kidneys. No, these tears burned of gratitude and wonderment. We think all of those purr engines out in Catster land really have worked and God has decided that my time for the Bridge is NOT now.
NOT now.
Here is why: I've been waking my Mommy up at 4 AM to give her biscuits...again. Then, I went on a pretty intense search mission for a pony tail holder in Mommy's hair ( Mom got 8 inches cut from her hair and no longer wears her hair in a pony tail....I'm just checking!)
I bounded down the stairs when Mom got home from work, marched to my treat dish, and squeaked for treats. I ate all of them, minus the crumbs, of course. I still am Chloe, the Crumbinator, damn it.
I am eating poop fuel (aka Food) but Mom is not sure if I left a little dainty dooty recently. Usually, she can tell the difference between my pretty poopies and Harley's monsterous mound. Size does matter.
Mom went downstairs to do some laundry and she heard the distinctive pounding of my little legs going down the stairs. Next thing she knew, she looked down to see my bright eyes staring up at her. I am her little shadow, once again.
So, as Mom made dinner and thought back to the original prognosis, she started to blubber. Two weeks ago, she was preparing herself to be gracious in my journey to the Bridge when in fact, she wanted to wail like a 5 year old. Dad gave her a big comforting hug and assured her that she was the best Mommy ever. Well, Dad is pretty darn awesome, too. He was supposed to go to a "men's night" but came home instead to assist with my pills. Talk about having them wrapped around my wittle paw.
I am gussing myself up right this very minute with a good cleaning and a pedicure. I feel better. I have my purr engine on. I am a Bright Eyed Girl, once again.
From Brenda: I hope I didn't jinx Chloe's remarkable recovery by writing this entry. She is an amazing spirit. And if possible, she is even more beautiful in the inside than her outer beauty. How many times can I say thank you to all of you??? It just doesn't seem to be enough.
Combined, my purrants weigh over 300 lbs....WELL over (don't even ask how much my Mom weighs....she hit 40 and well, that is another story!) You would think that together they could easily handle my 7.4 lbs of fiesty furbabyness....but you would be thinking wrong!
Even though I don't have much junk in my trunk anymore, I got spunk! You know, cat furiends, last night I had just had it with pills being rammed down my throat and white chaulky liquid being squirted that I decided to ramp it up a bit (remember how I pork chopped Daddy and made the syringe fly, spraying white yuck abundantly over the black appliances???!!!) Well, this time I incorporated a reverse pork chop with my hind legs....what has come to be called the Jack Rabbit Jig.I engaged my gnarly nails to their fullest, found a soft spot of skin on Mom's forearm.....and I KICKED! Not once, but twice. I saw red liquid gushing from her arm.
OOPS! I really really love both purrants and wouldn't want to hurt them on purpose but my alter ego took possession of my body for one split second.
Here is my medical update: I continue to eat just a bit. I seem to have more energy (see previous story) and I have been getting out of bed to greet Mom when she gets home from work. I have cuddled and purred. I have not gained any weight. I do my peeps on Mom's rugs and once, I even peeped right on the bed.....sssshhhh, we didn't tell Dad. Two weeks ago today, Mom got the call from Dr. Joyce that my bloodwork was so bad and that she should spend "quality time" with me, since my time on Earth seemed short. We have held our breaths, and let out just a little air lately since I am doing some of my Chloeisms. Next Tuesday is another appointment for complete bloodwork to see if all of these meds have had an impact.
If my Jack Rabbit Jig is any indication of progress, then I think we may be heading in the right direction. As many of you know and have experienced, though, this kind of yucky kidney failure can resurface rather quickly so we continue to heed Dr. Joyce's advice:
To enjoy each other to the fullest.
Sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to draw first blood. (((((HUGS)))))
PS. Thanks to everyone who sent me zealies and messages about being DDP!! Poop really is the Scoop!
TEE HEE....I knew that would get every cat's attention! What is our obsession with the turd??? I wonder if Freud had any explanation for that.....
My Catster Crew, here is the scoop: I haven't had another pretty dooty but I have been peeing....in all the places that I shouldn't. I don't get scolded for this indescretion. Heck, my purrants are so grateful that I am breathing that I can do anything and they may even think it is cute. I am eating, some...not much. I DO NOT like the $22 bag of K/D food but I am eating my Science Diet and of course, some treats. Mom offers me a bunch of moist food at which I lick a few times and then furiously try to bury it.
Last night was my purrants first attempt at the IV fluid dealy at home. They had just returned all wet and weary from a high school football game (YEAH...AG DEVILS!) Mom was extra nervous but Dad got the needle in and Mom was holding me....well, they THOUGHT they got the needle under my skin...but it didn't get in and the saline was flowing all over the place but my purrants didn't see it until I was purry wet. It looked easier at the vet's office! But, on the second attempt, they were successful and I felt better.
Now, about that nasty liquid...Alternagel...that tastes like mint rather than tuna...I had about enough of it!!! Last night, I landed a mother of all pork chops to my Dad as Mom held me and he squirted that liquid down my throat. I hit him hard enough to knock the syringe clear across the kitchen....all the while nasty white liquid was landing on EVERYTHING. TEE FREAKING HEE>>>> Got them!!!
Tomorrow is another Eagles party at our house and my Mom is cooking up a storm. I am prepared to partake in this party....or so my purrants hope.
A song came on the radio today as Mom drove home from her haircut and errands and, of course, she teared up and this line really rings true for all of our Catster furiends:
And I thank the Lord that there are people out there like you.....
MUWAH!!! (kitty kisses)