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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!!!~~
(Pretty pathetic attempt to get a DDP----mention Poop!) But it is true, I have dropped 2 dooties in the same amount of days! What goes in must go out, and I have a fairly good amount going through the ole digestive system!
Mom waited all day for the vet to call with my bloodwork results. Patiently....patiently...patiently, until she couldn't stand it any longer and called her! Dr. Joyce called back very apologetically and asked Mom, "Are you ready for Chloe's report card?" Mom was in the middle of food shopping after work (yep, in the crazy Thanksgiving crowd) and felt a lump in her throat....
It is all a blur, the actual numbers, but most everything is back within normal range....yep, you read that right. I was brought back from the brink once again. My kidney level is still elevated (like 2.4, compared to 9 on November 3) but the white blood count is normal! Mom could hear the the joy in Dr. Joyce's voice as she delivered the good news. Of course, Mom started to leak from her eyes and thought that this news was delivered right in time for Thanksgiving. She is a little nervous about the upcoming holiday as it is the first without her Daddy. This news alleviates some of the stress she has been feeling.
Yippee Yah-Who!
I am to continue with my sub-Q treatment at home every 3rd day or more, if needed. My purrants gave my my dose tonight and since I am feeling much better, I fought and squirmed and otherwise was a bee-otch. Both Mom and Dad were grinning because, yep.....I am back to "normal??!!"
I pounded with both paws to go downstairs. I meticulously groomed by boosom. I kicked my brofur out of my bed in front of the Vermont Stove....case in point....back to normalcy!! It is because of YOU, constant furiends, that my recovery was possible.
You get the idea. My purrants have strange names for my up-chucks. I've had a few of these ickies in the last couple of days but I have been eating like Porky Pig after a long and complicated hunger strike...............
I am REALLY good *crosses paws and eyes* I am finished all those stinkin' meds and just get my IV drip every other day. Oh, I moan and groan when that needle goes in and I refuse to be a quiet patient for the 15 minutes to finish the procedure. I am a strong willed girl. My purrants sings "You are my sunshine" to calm me down but, dudes, you should hear their off key singing. Don't they know that I struggle to get AWAY from their horrible duet????
I have an appointment on Monday to reevaluate my kidney levels. It is with cautious optimism that we approach this appointment. Do you realize that this will be the 3rd time my parents saved me from.....you know....a trip to the Bridge? *crosses paws and eyes*
Our love to you and sincere wishes for a Happy Thanksgiving!
The Chlo-2-the-Q
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.
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