The Life of a Princess Pork Chop

Got to Keep the Momma on her Toes!

Last night I decided to cause some drama. Just cuz I could..... *evil grin and wink*

It was (and continues to be) a damp, rainy day and Mom just settled in for an evening of reading and TV watching after changing from her work clothes into her "mushies" AKA sweats. She had given me nummy treats and my kidney food and had laviously adorned me with love and silly crazy talk. There was really no need to provide a little drama, but what the paw...

I started making funny noises..ones Mom has never heard. It was a cross between a sniffle/sneeze/cough/choke. THAT made Mommy spring from the couch and land right next to me, all up in my grill. It lasted for a few minutes but it felt like hours to the Momma! She ran to get my carrier and was prepared to take me to the emergency vet. Yes, she is that neurotic. She counted my breathing and evaluated my respiration. She peered into my eyes, felt my paws, counted my heart rate....in the words of my dear galpal Lucy, she was a hovering Mommy!

Just like that, it stopped. For crying out loud, Mother Dearest, I just had a little something that got up my nose and tickled! But, I secretly love that Mommy makes such a fuss about me. After all, I am her girl.

PS. When Mom got home from work last night, she caught us. Harley and I were snuggled...yes, you read right, snuggled together on our purrants bed. After almost 5 years, I am starting to like the big lug.

***Your Faithful Friend, Chloe the Cake****

Sahsheeh

I know, I know....strange, right?

That is Patio Patty's new name. Hey, we are just happy that she has a new Mommy who cared enough to give her a forever home. By all accounts, she has made herself at home and even slept sprawled out on the bed with her Mommy.

We are still smiling! But, it's funny with Harley. Ya all know he was in the food line when the brains were being doled out. So, he just sits and stares at the patio and then looks at Mom quizzingly. He didn't get the memo that Patty...er, I mean Sahsheeh has a real home now and not just a patio.

Oh, by the paw....the weather here was delicious. When Mom got home from work, she opened the slider for just a tad. Both Harley and I had our sniffers working overtime. The fresh air smelled SO good.

Power to the Paw! XXOO

Patio Patty Is Safe and Warm in her New Forever Home!

This morning, Mom got up early to "take care of business." I watched with wide eyes as she brought out the grooming gear. I had my paw all poised to provide pork chops....but then she took the stuff outside. Yippers!

Today was the day that Patty would be delivered to her new home. Mom wanted to make sure she was all gussied up so she gave her mousse bath and combed her pretty fur. She also made sure to feed her extra early just in case she had travel issues. Her new home was about 45 minutes away.

Last night, Harley and I decided to head up to bed before Mom. Guess what Mom did....she let the little girl cat in. She wanted to see her reaction to being inside. After all, she was responsible for giving Patty to a new Mom and wanted to make sure she didn't freak out. Patty meandered in, sniffed around a tad, jumped on the couch and made mad biscuits on the blanket. Then, once again, she started to suck and nuzzle.

Well, Mom got Patty a cozy blanket and put her in the carrier. Off they went in the Explorer. Mom was waiting for the moaning/groaning/yelling/fussing that I do when in the car. Nope, nothing. Patty actually fell asleep. The only issue that Patty had was a bunch of smelly flatulence. PHEW!

Mom brought Patty in and introduced her to her new Mom, Audrey. Mom didn't know Audrey but she was a friend of a friend and is a fellow cat crazed woman. Patty walked out like she owned the place! There were stratching posts and cat toys! Mom also gave her the bed that she had been sleeping on. Patty's tail was up and swaying back and forth, sniffer going. Guess what.....Mom cried. Big sissy la la!

Mom couldn't help but call a couple of hours later to check in. By that time, Patty had eaten, played, pooped in litter box (big relief) and was busy snuggling on the couch with her new Mommy.

Ain't life grand??!!

love to my peeps, Chloe

PATIO PATTY has a FOREVER HOME!

Is that the best news you have heard all day??!!??!!??!!

My Mom worked real hard to get Patty this home. She sent out emails, posted on Facebook and made a lot of phone calls. Turns out that a friend of a friend suddenly lost her cat to the Bridge and was looking for a new baby. Mom sent out pictures to her and she called not to long ago. They made arrangement for Mom to deliver her to her new house about 40 minutes from here. She also promised Mom to keep her posted on Patty and to send pictures. *REVERSE PORK CHOPS*

Mom spent this afternoon at La Mancha Animal Rescue, a 44 acre safe haven for all types of animals....dogs, cats, pigs, emu, goats, roosters...you name it! Her job was to walk the dogs around the property...or rather, she was walked by the dogs! It was such a nice day and those pooches were frisky. She also played with the cats that happily roam the premises. It was just a wonderful day and then to get the news that Patio Patty will get to be an indoor cat.....PRICELESS!

PS. Me....right now, I have my face pressed near the Vermont Stove and I am basking in its warmth.

Stray Cat Inn!

This is getting frickin' ridiculous! Remember how I told you about the feral gray cat that Mom has been feeding?? Well, the word is out and I don't like it one cat bit. NOT ONE!

ANOTHER gray cat and ANOTHER black cat have gone through what we refer to as the "drive thru!" They are so very frightened that they gobble to goodies and scatter fast.

BUT.....

There has appeared a calico girl. A very very friendly calico girl. What the paw?? It is reminiscent to Patio Pete...remember him? This is someone's cat who either is lost or got dumped at one of the nearby horse farms. She is just a little thing and she keeps trying to time it right to get in MY house. PORK CHOPS!!!

Mom picked her up and she purred and purred and head butted! She was really laying it on thick. Mom put out one of the many beds that I have ignored and this little calico started making biscuits galore. She started nuzzling the bed looking for a nipple, I think. And then she started sucking on the bed! Mom has fed her and gave her loving. Then she had a long talk with me....would I be OK with letting her in??

NO WAY.

To prove that, I had a hissing tantrum accompanied by rapid breathing and heart beat. Nope, not with this kitty cardiac condition. Harley just sits by the slider and stares at her.

So, the plan is to keep her warm and dry until Wednesday when the no kill cat shelter is opened. You know, the one that Mom donates to all the time? She also is going to call my vet, Dr. Joyce, to see if she has any ideas of who may want her. Mom has tears in her eyes when she thinks about this sweet little girl all alone. She really is a love bug.....

Paws crossed for Patio Patty. Yep, she was named. Please God, help us!

ANOTHER CHLOE CAKE DAY!

Yep, you read it right.....another snow day for Mommy=a Chloe Cake day for me! She has been off for 5 days in the last 2 weeks due to Mother Nature and the white stuff. I love it....a lot! We got our call at 5:30AM, crawled back into our comfy bed (I have my own pillow.....NICE!) and snoozed until almost 10:00AM! It was heavenly!

The only down side to Chloe Cake days is that Mom is always up in my grill. Sometimes a girlcat just wants to sleep, ya know? And Mom talks and sings to me. UGH. She is off key.....but I secretly love it. I just stare and stare at her with heart eyes. All of us furbabies on Catster really are lucky to have loving, warm and FOREVER homes....

Today, my nickname was Little Liddy. What the paw is that, my friends? The things that come out of her mouth.... :)

peace out, Chloe Cake XXOOXXOO (((PORK CHOPS)))

I LOVE THIS WINTER!

Can you guess why, fur friends???!!!!

Why.....another SNOW day for Mommy today! Yep, you heard right. All school closed=happy Chloe Cake. Oh, I hear Mom grumbling something about having to teach until July but no worries for me. Nope, just treats and lavish attention galore!

Here is the funny thing....Mom got the call at 5:30 AM. She looked out of the window and only saw a few measely flakes. Back to sleep for us! When she awoke a few hours later and peered out of the window....no snow. MMMhhhmmm, she thought. But, the forecasters must know that a big storm is brewing so she went about making the best of an unexpected day off. She relaxed a long time with coffee, cleaned the house A LOT, played on the computer, read her book....what a day! But most importantly, she was with me ALL DAY! PPPPppppUUUUUuuuuRRRRrrrrrS!

Still no snow.

It appears as if the bulk of this 4th nor'easter will hit us after midnight. They are calling it a snowicane, of all things! So, will that mean another Chloe Cake Day tomorrow??!! *paws crossed*

PS. I got weighed today. 8.8 lbs of pork choppin' love. Oh, and my nick name today was Snoopy. What-ev..... :)

Snortin' !!

I had a case of the snorts today! Maybe because Mom and I fought this evening. All over a 1/2 a lasix pill! I was winning 3-0. Mom would try to pill me....I would walk away and PPPppttt....it out! SNORT!

I guess the fourth time was a charm because I finally felt sorry for her and swallowed the yucky white pill. I know, I know....it is to help my arrhythmic heart but I gotta be a fiesty little girl cat every now and again (or like everyday!!)

SNORT! SNORT!
your gal pal Chloe

Little Mammas

Little Mammas....nickname du jour. This was what Mommy decided to call me today.

Yesterday, it was Peanut Butter Cake. The day before, it was Sweet Cheeks. Does any other cat have a problem with the Momma calling you silly names?? Where does she come up with this nonsense?? What the paw?? Why can't I just be...

Chloe Princess Pork Chop of Woodview??!!

PS. Little gray kitty has returned and has finished a 4 lb. bag of cat food already. Today Mommy gave him/her some moist food. Gray Cat ran as soon as he/she saw Mommy but not too far. Mommy ran outside, placed the food by the shed, and ran right back to the house. It only took a few moments for Gray Cat to run to the food and eat. It made us all smile. Mommy also spent some time today at the no kill shelter. She donates a case of food every 2 weeks or so. There were 37 cats in a fairly small room just waiting for their forever home. Let's purr they find one soon.

No??? Spanked????

What do these words mean? They are foreign to a princess pork chop girl cat. But Mom just said them to me. Here is what happened....

I've been trying to get behind the Vermont Stove. There is a very little space there with lots of wires. I thought I would be adventurous and see what lies behind. That is when the Momma yelled, "No Chloe!" I turned to face this strange turn of events. I've heard Mommy say that word to Harley lots and lots when he was a little whippersnapper but not so much now that he is a big baby buffalo.

HHMMPPFFfffhhhttt...puht!!

I continued on my adventure. That is when I heard the "spank" word. She, my most beloved slave, uttered a threat......."do you want to get spanked!?" I opened my beautiful orange eyes and stared at her.....

Then she came over and scooped me up! She snuggled me and gave me lots of loving. It made me squeak!! See, she would never ever lay an angry hand on me or on Harley. The concept of animal abuse is uncomprehensible to her!

Mom loves my markings. She always says that my white is a pure as an angel wing, that my black is like onyx and my orange like the autumn leaf. Ain't she a crazy thing??

So the word No is now YES and spank is now SNUGGLE! hehehehehe

XXOO

A LOVE LIKE OURS

That is what every cat deserves....a love like the one shared by me and my Mommy. I just sit and stare at her with smiling eyes. I could spend hours with the top of my head resting on any part of her body, rubbing back and forth just to let her know that I am there. For all the pork choppin' trash talk that I dish out, I really am a little lovebug.

She had an AMAZING 16 1/2 year relationship with Roscoe. She didn't think she could love any cat as much as she loved him. Thankfully, she was wrong. Oh, it is a different kind of love. Mom and Roscoe grew up together. She didn't have to "work at" that relationship at all. With us, of course, it took some time and trust to make me feel safe. We've tackled many health issues with the love and support of our Catster family. I am Mommy's little miracle girl.

Don't think Harley is left out in this lovefest, by any means! He is as loving as he is big (when he isn't sleeping, that is!)

The impetus for this diary entry started with that little gray cat. He or She is back....completely feral and completely hungry. He runs SO fast when he sees a human. I wish I could meow to him that my purrants would never ever hurt him or her. So, Mom has been putting out food and water and he comes around when he is sure she is long gone. He eats with wild abandon. I lounge in front of my Vermont Stove. It just doesn't seem fair. Every cat deserves......

A LOVE LIKE OURS.

Happy Valentine's Day to EveryCat and their loving family....we know everyone on Catster is just wild about their furbabies!!! MWAH! (loving) PORK CHOPS!

Mother Nature ROCKS!!!

Hi Furred Friends!

Remember how Mother Nature sent a blizzard last weekend just for me....so that my purrants were unable to leave for their trip??? That snow left about 20 inches of the white powdery stuff on the ground.

WELL....*catnip glazed grin*, she struck again!! Late on Tuesday, the second blizzard started and lasted for about 24 hours...ending last night at about 7 PM. ANOTHER 20 INCHES!!! Unbelieveable!! But, remember, it is all about me...so what makes this so special is that Mommy was off work on Wednesday, again today...and just got a phone call that schools are closed again tomorrow! That's right, purr pals, 3 snow days that allowed for my proper pampering...and then 2 day weekend and a holiday on Monday! I am getting treats, catnip (hiccup) and lovin' galore! So is the Fatty Catty!

I supervised the snow shoveling and snow blower activity from the comfort of my Gathering Room. And what did my eyes see??? A little gray kitty tearing around the yard. My purrants were so sad to think this little furbaby didn't have the love that it deserves. It was obviously a feral dude so my mommy didn't try to approach the cat but left out some moist food. When she returned about 20 minutes later, the food was completely scarfed up. If she sees the gray pal again, she will continue to provide food. Harley and I don't even mind sharing with our homeless friend. The good news is that there are horse farms surrounding us so that is probably where the kitty lays its head at night.

More storms are heading our way. Blame it on El Nino! I love when the bad weather makes my Mommy my housebound slave. And trust me...just look at me...I am a demanding BOSS!

XXOOXXOO (((HUGS))))

Trap Door Chloe Cake

That's what my Daddy calls it when I intentionally yawn. Does any other cat do this?

It is a fake yawn reserved for my purrants to indicate my boredom with them (which really is the EXACT opposite)......I am very interested in all things Mommy and Daddy!

Here is an example: every night after I take my heart pill, Mom treats me to some moist food. And every single time she presents the yummy din din to me, EVERY time...I yawn prior to licking away. I don't eat much, I just lap up the gravy but I pretend that it is no big deal when, in fact...it is a big deal!!

The "trap door" refers to how very very wide I open my mouth! For a little petite girly girl, I have a big ole pie hole!

Things continue to be *crosses paws and tails* healthy for me. Can you believe it? Mom went back in my diary and re-read that tumultuous time in our lives. Edgar reminded us about all the Catster support we had back then (and still do!) and of course, Mom did the waterworks things. Big ole Sissy Mommy!

(I just pork chopped my mousie across the room and now I am going to diva out in front of the Vermont Stove. Another impending blizzard is coming our way starting tomorrow afternoon so I bet I'll have a snow day with Mommy on Wednesday....no school means teachers get to stay home!

*HAPPY TRAP DOOR CHLOE CAKE DANCE*
love you all.....we really really do.

Mother Nature is my Furiend!

*evil snorts and giggles*

Mother Nature foiled the red luggage!! Mother Nature foiled the red luggage!

My purrants had a *pork chop* trip planned for this weekend. For the past 16 years, they have traveled to Ocean City Maryland to party with their besties for Superbowl weekend. They have a tradition of going to their special bar (BJ's on the Water) to listen to Teenage Rust during the afternoon and then back to the house for the game. They even have the nickname with the bar "The Bowlers" AND the bar picks them up and brings them home.....so, yeah....they are regulars!

18-24 inches of snow over the next 24 hours.
Snow emergency....no driving allowed.
HUGE storm means they are not leaving this weekend....not even out of the house.

Snow storm+Vermont stove+mommy= one happy little girl cat. :)

MA!!!!.....He is TOUCHING me!!

Does anyone else have a 30 lb. "little" brother who is a pesterbug??

Once upon a time, I couldn't even tolerate the sight of my baby brother. He was such a torturous little stinker who liked to jump on my back and ride me like a horse in the Kentucky Derby. Over the past 4 1/2 years, he has mellowed (or maybe it is because he has gained 27 lbs!!) Now he just likes to snooze and chow, chow and snooze.

But the thing is....he likes to sleep NEXT to me! Not only that, but his paw has to TOUCH me! See, we have this warm Vermont Stove that we both love to lounge in front of. Also, my fiance Picasso, at the Bridge, sent me a crinkly bed that we both love as well. We both hunker down and refuse to budge. It is all well and good until he stretches out his paw and lands it right on my bumper kit (AKA rear end). I grumble and groan but to no avail. I've given up on the pork chops and the hissing and just let him touch me. Am I getting to be a softie in my old age???? I no longer dole out the pork chops like I used to!!

Mom explained to me that it is his way of letting me know that I am not alone and that he loves me.....so, I guess that is okay!

(right now we are both SNORING...I have my front paws in the air and Fatty has both paws resting on my tail....I wish everycat had the life of Chloe and Harley!)

XXOO

Paradise Interuptted!!!!

Oh, I was loving my posh and PRIVATE potty in the master bathroom. I used it all dainty like a proper princess should.

Until......the MAD TURDINATOR discovered my treasure. And DEFILED it!

Well, it was only a matter of time. One night when I was snoring away on my pillow above Mommy's head, I was awakened....as was my purrants....by a loud and furious noise from the bathroom. Mom dragged herself out of bed to inspect and discovered my "little" 30 lb. brother digging for China in MY litter box. Mom yelled at Fatty who reacted my laying down in the litter box. Yep, he was going to take a nap. When she yelled again, he high tailed it out of there....while kicking up litter ALL OVER the bathroom. The next morning my purrants had cat litter between their toes as they took their showers in preparation for work. Mom joked that they should pretend it was the beach and the litter was sand.....Dad wasn't going for it. SO...now there is a small vacuum in the bathroom that Mom uses twice a day.

That is NOT all, fur folks,....Harley Hog also is leaving Hershey Squirts on the bathroom floor. See, his butt is too big for the box and he thinks he is getting the poopers in the box when really they land on the floor.

We are A LOT of work for our Mommy but she loves us more and more each day. Right now I am sprawled out in front of the Vermont Stove staring lovingly at her as she updates my diary. If I could, I would have little hearts coming out of my eyes. And she loves me just as much!

your everloving CQ Cake

CQ and the Private Potty

Here is how to score your own private litter box in the master bathroom...

Pee on your Momma.

That is exactly what I did! Early one morning, I needed to peep but was too lazy, too tired, too something or other so I peeped on the bed, right on top of Mom. She was stirring, getting ready to start her day around 5:45 AM when she felt something warm and wet. Thinking it was a dream, she rolled over and WHAT??!!??!!

My purrants were more concerned than mad. I NEVER do stuff like that. Mom had to strip the bed and wash all the bedding. Nice way to start the day....NOT!

So the solution was to open the bathroom door at night (they had kept is shut cuz I like to go in there and peep on the rugs) and add a litter box. That makes 3! My early morning routine goes like this now: wake purrants up at 4 AM, demand pets until 5, eat my special kidney food out of my special bowl on top of the hope chest at the foot of the bed, LOUDLY drink water, walk off of the bed using my special bed steps, saunter into the bathroom, peep and sometimes poop in my private potty, saunter back up the stairs, lay of Mom's head, pork chop Dad and drift off to LaLa Land. The name of my favorite treat sums up my world: Good Life.

CQ (Chloe-Q) XXOO

Pork Choppin' in 2010

I've decided that this is the Year of the Pork Chop.

I started by Pork Choppin' my Poppa at 5 AM. See, I am a midnight lover. I go from Momma to Poppa demanding lovin' from the minute they lay down to the minute the arise. Usually I start with Momma since she is the one to carry me to my litter box before bed and then carry me up to bed.

WHAT?? I told you I was a diva.

I wait for Momma to do her nightly routine....ugh, makeup remover, hair combing, teeth brushing...it is SO tedious to be a human.

Then, as she settles in, I am on her...LOVE ME! TOUCH ME! We do the kitty cat waltz as she attempts to sleep. I then travel down the bed, over the purrants feet, and visit my Poppa. I do this several times before settling down in my bed on the hope chest. It is at the foot of my purrants bed.

I visist randomly through the night, drinking my Momma's water, pulling her hair, etc.

But here is what I did: I PORK CHOPPED Poppa! He fell ASLEEP *gasp* as he gave me loving. So I whacked him 8 times quickly right on his chest to wake him up!

How could he????? Oh, he gave me 1 hour of straight loving, I went to sleep as he blearly arose to go to work.

I am the Princess Pork Chop, damn it!! XXOOXXOO

8.6 BABY!

That is my current weight.....8.6 pounds of CHLO-A-TUDE! Mom and Dr. Joyce did a happy dance right there in the exam room. Just a reminder that in the beginning of November when I was so very sick and given a slim chance of recovering, I was 7.2 pounds.

I put some JUNK in my TRUNK! My booty is back to being bodacious!
It is all good!

Dr. Joyce Bendokas is a special and caring woman. She has taken time to talk to Mom on the phone as well as administer fluids without charge. She just took in her 7th stray cat in her own home. It's hard to find vets who really and truly care about their patients. We are profoundly grateful to have found her. OH, and Laura, the vet tech called me Peanut Butter....without even knowing that is one of my bazillion and a half nicknames! AND, my Christmas picture is proudly displayed on their digital picture frame.

I am just like Pink...a funky and fabulous rock star! And I got my game on!

This means, however, that those pork chopped approved red bags will come out and my purrants will be away for a few days. I guess I'll be a good girl for my Grandmew. It was decided that she won't even attempt to give me my pills. I can go 2 days without them, it's better than the stress both of us would feel if she tried to administer them!

Wishing you all a safe New Years...health and happiness to ALL!

Presents from Picasso!

Even though my wonderful Cassi was called home to the Bridge way too soon, he still is as thoughtful as ever....he sent me a big box full of Christmas gifties!!!

You should see my crinkle blanket that is decorated like a christmas present! I am laying on it right now, in front of the Vermont stove, thoroughly enjoying the 75 degree weather inside while it is in the teens outside with hawking winds....(feeling sorry for outside animals)
I also got a kitty stocking full of catnip toys....a really cool crinkly santa claus, mousies galore, and a bag of yummy Pounce treats! Mom received a silver cat ornament in which she will place my pretty picture! Thanks so much to Picasso and his thoughtful and wonderful mommy, Barbi! Love ya guys!

This holiday was such a bummer for my Mommy. Since it was her first without her Daddy, she thought that she would take her Mom out to Kansas City, MO to visit relatives. Wouldn't you know it....a huge blizzard hit while they first arrived there and had them stranded! The roads were so bad that they were not able to get around as they had hoped. The silver lining in the whole ordeal is that her Aunt Patti had a calico girl named....Chloe....who kept her company and even slept on her head. No, I am not jealous that my Mommy slept with another Chloe! She loves me the mostest and the bestest ever! AND....My Daddy stayed home and kept a good eye on me. He spoiled me with love and treats, making Mom's absence bearable (but I have been her constant companion since she walked through the front door!)

In a few hours, I am off to see Dr. Joyce for a checkup and for fluids. We are praying for a good report. This is just precautionary, friends...no worries...but my purrants are going away for a few days and Mom wants me to get "eyeballed" by my Doc. She is worried about a hunger strike which spurred my kidney failure in November. They were gone for 10 days then....this is only a 2 1/2 day trip....so maybe I will be a good girl and not punish them by getting sick again! My Grandmew will be over to check on me and my Fatty !

I can't believe 2009 is coming to a close. It has been a hard year for our family. Ellis "Big E" Steele went to Heaven on June 9, 2009. He is responsible for my mommy's complete love of cats, and all animals, really! The greatest gift my family received is the restoration of my health against so many odds. It is because of YOU, Catster friends, that my Mommy was able to get through that scary time. So so many of you sent purrs and gifts and Finney's mommy even renewed our Catster membership. (*tears of gratitude in Mom's eyes right now...to Cassi, and Lucy and Angel Sally, and Catsty Princess Angel and Edgar and Emily, to Bonnie and Snickey, to EVERYONE!)

You don't have to see the angels to know that they are there....Much love to all!

The Audacity of my Mother

Are you ready for THIS one, furred furiends???

My wildy and zany mother is off of her rocker. FO SHO!

Today was our family's get together in lieu of Christmas dinner. For the first time ever, my Mommy won't be home for Christmas this year. (There is not a big enough pork chop for this....) She is being a good daughter and taking her Mommy to Kansas City, MO to visit her ailing Mommy. SO....today, we had our family Christmas brunch. The house was so beautifully decorated and the food and cocktails were abundantly flowing! The people all fawned over me like the Princess that I am. I took this opportunity to swish and sway my pretty little booty to which I received a boat load of treats. It was all good until...

I meandered over to the Christmas tree and ate it. YUP, I was chomping away. All my relatives were telling me NO (?) and STOP (?) I was like, "What the Paw??"

And then Mom showed me the squirt water bottle and I looked at her as if to say, "Yeah, right....ain't no way you are dousing me as all our relatives watch."

I was wrong.

She laid a stream of water on me like you would not believe. She was just worried that in the midst of all the partying, I would eat half a limb and then need to get my stomach pumped.

I ran out from under the tree and sat next to the slider. For good effect, I started to shiver. (Our heat pump and our snow blower both broke today and we currently have about 16 inches of snow.....we do have a fireplace and a Vermont casting stove so we are trying to stay warm) Mom came right over and scooped me up asking for forgiveness....which I granted after a few good pork choppings!

Happy Holidays! We love you all!
XXOO

My Mom....the Temptrest

I live with an evil, evil woman....(who I LOVE more than anything!)

My crib has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Literally, there is no place left untouched. Christmas has arrived! I've already mentioned that I have a little issue with gnawing on the artificial tree. It tastes like chicken!

NOW, Mom has decorated the railing and stairs with artificial roping, beautiful cranberry garland and white lights. It is just hanging there begging for my attention. As Mom put it up this evening, I ran (yes...I am running once again) up and down the stairs, pausing every so often to chomp. It was so bad that Mom had to get the water bottle to give me a quick spritz now and then. Little does she know, the water bottle is no match for me!

Just wait til she goes to sleep tonight. I'm gonna have me a fake tree/roping salad! YUM!

your everloving( and perpetually wet) Chloe Cat
PS. Guess the symathy card I have been playing regarding my kidney disease is now null and void! Still getting my fluids, though.....just in case!

Colors of Three....Don't Mess With Me!!

In case you missed it in my earlier diary entry, this is the:

"Calico Motto"

...our fun and special v-e-t, Dr. Joyce, taught that to Mommy last week. That is my new mantra......but somehow I have to incorporate pork choppin' into it...any ideas??

Well, furfriends, what I really want everyone to know is that Harley and I have made it to our 4 year and 5 month anniversary in our forever loved and spoiled rotten home. Of course, in light of my recent very serious illness, everyday feels like a gift in my family. I heard what is in my future tonight....gonna get some juice (aka sub-q fluid treatment) Boy, and I gonna use my mantra tonight!

love,Pork Choppin' Momma, Chlo-E-Q

Mom Vs. Cat Hair

And the cat hair wins every single time! Even with the mean machine, Mom is no match for the black, white, and LOTS of orange hair that decorates every single object in our house.

Give it up Mommy...put away that loud sucker machine and pour a glass of wine!

Your Constant Companion, Chloe Cake

Oh-Em-Gee!

It's snowing felines and canines here!

Just so you all know, tonight I ate a bunch of food, I dabbled in catnip and I pork chopped my orange carrot. I am toasting my paws in front of the Vermont stove. All four tootsies are pointed up in the 78 degree air in our gathering room.....

Life is good.

Please read my brofur Harley's diary. Mom talks about her trip with my Grandmew to the no kill shelter today. She was very moved by it. We pray that all 50+ kitties find their way to their forever home like Harley and I did 4 years and 5 months ago (tomorrow!) Their website is:
www.companimals.org

Your ever lovin' pork choppin' calico,
Chloe Cake

8 Pounds of CHLO-A-TUDE!!

My Daddy has gone to the mountains to hunt with his buddies. I miss him a lot and I sleep sprawled out on his pillow. I am telling you this because that meant that Mommy had to bring me in to the v-e-t's office for my sub-Q treatment. (No way in Hades that I would let my Mom do that solo....)

They make such a fuss over me at Dr. Joyce's office! The first thing they did was to put me on that scale...and *happy turkey toes* I GAINED .6 POUNDS! in just under two weeks. I am 8 POUNDS! Oh, Dr. Joyce and the tech Laura gave Mommy a big hug (prompting her eyes to leak again!)

I sat purrfectly still for my fluid treatment. Mom went on and on about my huge chlo-a-tude that I give my purrants at home. Do I have multiple purrsonalities?? And then Dr. Joyce made a funny that Mom laughed out loud about (but I didn't think it was quite funny......HHMMPPffttt.....) She said to remember:

Colors of three, don't F*** with me!!!

Yep, she said the F bomb!!! But that does accurately describe most calico girlies, don't you think?????

I am NOT a piece of meat!!! HHHMMMPPPFFFttttt.....

I put up with a lot. But a girl can only handle so much.

Chloe Cake, Peanut Butter, Pumpkin, Cotton Candy Chloe....these are just a few of the sweet nicknames that Mommy calls me. They all infer, rightfully so, that I am nothing but sweet.

But, Turkey Toes??? that is where I draw the line. I was given this name because I actually like to eat turkey whereas I turn my nose up at all other human food.

And I am eating the Christmas tree and getting yelled at. I just look at my purrants quizzingly like...don't they know I am the Princess and the Princess is NOT to be yelled at???

I am eating the K/D kidney food only because Mom mixed it with my Science Diet Active Longevity food. I snacked quite a bit today. Mom and Dad had all sorts of plans to decorate the outside of our house for Christmas. They go all out for the holiday, inside and out. My human bro jokes that Mom spews Christmas decorations all over the house! But, instead, they had a cat kind of day. Slept VERY late, ate and napped and then repeat! They are still in their jammies, for meowing out loud! I love it, I went from one lap to the other and received my just loving.....purr purr purr....

Do turkeys even HAVE toes????

from Chloe's Mom: Chloe has bounced back to almost normal. She still needs to gain some weight back but her cattitude is back in full swing. I didn't realize how quiet she had become while sick. She is meowing and purring and I swear, when I look into her eyes, she is thanking me.My husband has been the best through this whole ordeal. He knows that I am still in mourning from losing my beloved Daddy and that I would not have handled Chloe's...you know...very well. God must have known I need her here.
Humble thank you once again, Brenda

2 Poopies in 2 days! And....the results are in!

(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.

Thank you.

Holy Hotpies!!!

Hotpies=Hairballs, Cat Yak, Puke Puddles

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

Bright Eyed Girl

*exhaling just a little bit more*

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.

Thank you.

I Drew First Blood

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!

Fecal Update

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)

POOP PRAYERS ARE ANSWERED!!!!!POOP PRAYERS ARE ANSWERED!!!

Catster...we have poop.

I laid a very beautifully formed dainty little dooty right now. Mom hopped up and down and clapped like a lunatic.

She has a silly school board meeting tonight so this will be like me, short and sweet. We are cautiously optimistic that I am making a turn for the better. When Mom got home from work tonight, I slowly made my way down the stairs to greet her. I haven't done that in 2 weeks. I also am eating some, not much....but some is better than none. I went without eating for about a week.

My Mom was spooning me and I wrapped both arms and legs around her forearm and just PURRED. And then as a gesture of gratitude for all that has been down for me, I placed my paw around her finger and squeezed and I held on to her finger for dear life. If I could, I would wrap my paw around each and every single one of you that purred, prayed, sent gifts, gave me zealies. FINNEY would get an extra loving gesture cuz his Mommy paid for our expired Catster Plus membership.....Can you believe that? Mom was having trouble with PayPal and then she got an email that our membership was renewed. Vivien, you are the kindest soul....

Once I was an abandoned adult cat in a cold metal SPCA cage. I now have cats from around the world purring for me.

And it is working. THANK GOD.

Fluids At Home....

Real quick, Mom and Dad are now trained to give me my fluid therapy at home....let's see how THAT goes! I was a good girl at my vet appointment and nice Dr. Joyce said I looked good and my weight hasn't changed one way or the other....still 7.4 lbs down from nearly 9 lbs. (my 4th appointment in 8 days....)

I got my fluids and a B-12 shot and when I got back home, I ran to my treat dish and I actually ate a few. Then Mom gave me some tuna juice (lapped it up) and some Fancy Feast hard food (ate more than I have in a long time) and now Mom is just monitoring my *AHEM* poop habits, or lack thereof. Hey, Dr. Joyce said if it doesn't go in, it ain't coming out! I just haven't had a dooty in a LONG time. So, pray for poop, please....it seems like all my furiends with their purr engines going for me, it is helping. And WE LOVE YOU beyond meows.....

XXOO

SO MANY LOVE THE GIRL!

Please forgive this very brief update...I'll write more later when Mom has more time. She went back to work today after being out sick for 3 days last week (snuggle time with the girl!) and she said something about having to go for a boob sandwich this afternoon. Doesn't sound appealing.....

DDP today!!!! Thanks Catster....I was purring a lot today but still....NO food, lots of pills.

I also want to shout out VERY loudly that there are very kind and generous people here on Catster. Several of my furiends bought me zealies since I was completely out and my silly Mommy didn't know you could buy them! She let our Catster Plus membership expire (not on purpose...that was when her Daddy was purry ill) and didn't realize that was how you got zealies. Forgive her, she is Catster stupid...haha, just kidding. SO, Catsy Princess Angel and Family gave me 120!!!! Edgar and Emily Felicity and family gave me 30! AND my precious guardian angel Sally, Lucy, the silly boys Charlie and Leo and Family also gave me 30!! I now have 180!!! XXOOXXXOOOXXXOOOXXXOOO
I love you from the bottom of my HCM heart!

Chloe, Keeper of the Heart

She Who Must Be Obeyed.....

Of course, that would be ME...as it is with all my furry friends out there! Our purrants really think that they are in charge. We will just appease them but between YOU and ME...we know who is in charge!The FELINE!!!!

(Right now, Mom is at the kitchen island pretending not to stare at me as I eat just a few bites of Fancy Feast hard food. The $22 dollar bag of Hills K/D, special food for kidney patients, remains untouched. At this point, Dr. Joyce said to feed me whatever the heck I will eat....)

Getting back to being obeyed, I have given my Mommy lots and lots of flack today for all the pills and liquids that she is trying to get in my belly (and over $100 worth....Mom keeps joking that I need to get a job! My JOB is being the Princess Pork Chop....hhhmmpptt,,,,....)
Twice a day I am supposed to just let her throw this horse pill down my throat...it is the size of an caplet of Tylenol..my icky brown antibiotic is big and round, the liquid is MINT flavored....why can't it be TUNA flavor....bbblllaaacccckkkkk....I have to take a pill the my Grandpaw (rest in peace, Big E) used to take for his upset belly.....a pepcid. This on top of my enalapril (heart pill).

So, here is what happened at the V-E-T yesterday.....Nice Dr. Joyce liked the way I looked. I did moan and groan in the car on the way over, an indication that I was feeling better....I weigh 7.4 lbs, way down from the almost 9 lbs..and at one point 10 lbs. My eyes are bright and my cat-itude is big...but my bloodwork numbers suck. (Sorry to say that bad word, but sometimes you just have to say it...)
My creatitine (sp?) number is off the chart....it is almost 9 whereas a normal one is around 1. (We don't really know what this means but it is important....) I got another Sub-Q treatment with potassium added and I was a really really good girl. I just sat there as a little 5 week old abandoned kitty really cried. SSSSHHH..don't tell anyone, but that poor sound made my wimpy Mommy cry. She is 42 years old!!!
I go back on Tuesday for another treatment and this time Big Daddy is coming too. They are going to teach my purrants how to do the Sub-Q at home, play it by ear...and hopefully in 3 weeks do another bloodtest. We are aware that this is incurable but my purrants are dedicated to doing whatever is best for ME, not them. If that means that I must journey to the Bridge, then so be it. They just don't want me to suffer in any way at all.

Now, I am doing a pedicure on my gnarly nails and I am basking in 75 degree heat in front of the Vermont Stove. It is a wonderful life, after all.

No words can thank you. (But, I don't have any zealies anymore?? I'd love to give all my furiends a thank you gifty....what is up wit dat???)

Chloe, sweeter than Cotton Candy (another weirdo title from my Mommy)

Chloe: 1 Stupid Kidney Disease: 0

I wish my Mommy would give me more credit. Doesn't she know that I am not going to let this kidney failure crap get to me without a pork choppin' fight???

Ok, Ok...for the last couple of days I have not been myself. I've slept a great deal and haven't really vocalized like I usually do. Mom has been real sick and we've been kinda vegging together. She has thrown A LOT of pills and liquids down my throat and I let her know that I am not happy about it....but, it appears that yucky stuff may be the reason I have a little more pep in my step.

I've eaten just a little hard food...which is better than none at all. You should see my Mommy hold her breath like she is willing me to eat more. I do lap up tuna juice with much gusto but I do not like the baby food (thanks for the suggestion from some of my friends) and I have licked just a little wet food. I heard Mom on the phone with Dr. Joyce and I have to go in later today for a fluid treatment. PORK CHOPS....but, if it makes me feel better....

I've chased leaves this morning and I sat on Dad's head while he slept (until I woke him up with my purring and meowing!) I did wipe out on the hardwood floors while I thought I could run. We all ignored this little episode and I walked away like I meant to do that. See, I am still weak at times and we know I am purry sick but to have a glimmer of the old me makes my mom water about the eyes.

Love to all and thanks for taking care of my Mommy with your thoughts and words. I am sure she will update you tonight after my V-E-T appointment.

loving pork chops and kitty kisses, Chloe

Chloe, the Comforter

When it rains....it pours.

I was assuming that my killer headache yesterday was as a result of our devastating news. I never get headaches. That said, as I woke in the early hours, I had the full fledge flu symptoms....and there was my girl cat, purring at my head. What will I ever do without my precious Chloe?? In her dark hours, she is still comforting me.....

She is certainly not her pork chopping self but she appears to be in no pain. She is growing weaker as she hasn't really eaten but a few bits of hard food in the last few days. The medicine that she is on will hopefully make her feel alittle better which we hope will encourage her to eat a little. She has classic kidney failure symptoms: she wants to eat, but then shakes her head like it is distasteful. Her breath (don't tell the princess I told this...she remains a lady until the end!) can be used as a weapon of mass destruction (hey, gotta joke a little).

She has been put on a ton of meds which worry me because she has nothing in her system to absorb it. Dr. Joyce, who we trust, assures that this may jump start her eating but also did not give any false hope. She said that this kidney disease will kill her and that every day should be treated as a gift. (I'm starting to be able to think about that without having a complete crying fit....which does not feel fun coupled with the flu....ugh!)

Here is her meds: 2 ml alternagel (liquid...that is always fun) 2 x daily
Tumil-K (big white pill) 2 x daily
Enrofloxacin 22.7 mg (big brown pill) with food! 1x
Pepcid 5 mg 1 x

She also discontinued her lasix and baby aspirin but ordered her to continue with the enalapril. Chloe's lungs are clear, her heart...although very irregular....is still beating strong.

I never imagined that we would be dealing with this kidney disease after all the worrying our family did about her heart disease. But, after much reading and info from our friends (Old Furts), we realize that this is pervasive disease for our fur babies.

Remember, we have no idea how old Princess Pork Chop is. Some person dumped her at the SPCA where we fell in love with her the moment we laid eyes on her. That love affair has continued for 4 years and 4 months (this Saturday) and will continue even as she makes her furever home at the Rainbow Bridge.

What our family is debating now is Chloe's quality of life. We have decided that when it appears that she is too weak and depressed and if she continues not to eat, then we will grace her life by making the most selfless decision to help her to the Bridge. As I type this, racked with body aches and a cough, she is snuggled by the Vermont stove wrapped in our Phillies blanket.....(go Phillies, BTW!)

Your comments and love have been amazing. Complete strangers, and yet not, bound by the love of a feline. XXOO

Chloe's Mommy forever, Brenda

We Love You

I am so distraught right now that I am unable to respond to the outpouring of love for myself and my Princess Pork Chop Chloe. Each email and gift makes me cry like a 5 year old. She is resting comfortably and I promise to keep your thoughts close at this most difficult time and I will respond to each and everyone of you. Catster is a beautiful place with many beautiful people and I am humbled by your love. There will never be another Chloe Princess Pork Chop of Woodview!!

((((HUGS)))), Brenda and Chloe and family

My Pork Choppin' Princess.....the one and only Chlo-E-Q

from Chloe's Mommy, Brenda:

It is with profound and unbelievable sadness that I give you my little girl's diagnosis....she is in complete renal failure, which of course, is irreversable. Dr. Joyce was nearly in tears as she gave me the results. Her levels are so high....most of what she said to me just went over my head...so, we make her comfortable and enjoy each day as a gift. She's been given antibiotics and I will take her in for some more fluids but she will not survive this. Heartbroken.

We feel all of your love and compassion and appreciate it more than words can say. Grief is the price we pay for love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I'm A Sick Little Princess.....Purrs Kneaded!

We didn't want to say anything to our Catster furiends until my v-e-t appointment today, but I haven't been feeling so hot. I haven't really eaten in a few days and instead of hanging around my peeps, I've been sleeping on their bed. I even slept through the Eagles party yesterday..and everyone knows that I, unlike Harley, loves me a good party.

(Mom, stop crying....we won't know anything until tomorrow!)

I had a long appointment and the most worrisome issue is that I have lost almost 2 lbs. in one month. Mom knew that I had lost some weight and attributed that to the decline in eating but jeesh, the vet was worried...Mom was hoping that I just had a tooth issue but that doesn't seem to be it, even though I do have some gingivitis. SO, I was poked and prodded. They even squeezed pee out of me (the humility of it all) and the color was way off. It was clear and it should have a little yellow to it. So, the vet is leaning towards kidney problems although we won't know more until tomorrow. I was so upset that I tried to climb inside my Mommy's sweatsuit...I buried my head in her belly and pleaded,"Enough, Damn it! Take me HOME!" The good news is that my lungs are still clear, my heart sounds the same (like sneakers in the dryer) and they couldn't detect any masses by feeling around my belly. I was given a B-12 shot and some fluids and when I got home, I went to my food dish and ate like 4 pieces. Mom was holding her breath and willing me to eat more.

For my Mommy's sake, would you send purrayers my way?? She just lost her Daddy about 5 months ago and she can't lose me yet. Thank you to all my lovebugs in Catster Land. We will let you what the results are after my bloodwork is read.

MEOW (and I didn't pork chop the vet but I did moan and complain a lot. She told me I was too old for temper tantrums...haha! The Princess Pork Chop can do whatever she wants!!) XXOO

"You Gotta Go With The Chlo"

My Daddy made this saying up....finally my purrants are figuring out that I don't do ANYTHING that I don't want to do! HMMPFFTTttttt....For instance, my Mommy is always picking me up and putting me on the couch. I instantly jump off (cuz it's not my idea) only to turn around literally a second later and hop up on the couch. See....it's got to be my idea!!! I do these silly things all day long!

GO PHILLIES!!!!!!!

I was a GOOD girl!

First off, my Mommy was unable to log on to Catster for about a week! We have no idea what happened......but here we are!

Can you believe that my purrants had the audacity to leave me and Fatty for 10 whole days?? My grandmew had the task of caring for us and the awesome task of getting those gosh darn pills down my throat. Well.....it was about 50/50! She was only able to get me about half of the time! My Mommy even put "Chloe Blockers" all around the bed in the master bedroom.....there were about 2o pillows blocking me from getting under the bed. Being the smarty that I am, I was able to get through the blockage a few times!

I have been super duper lovey dovey since my purrants returned. I can't get enough of them. I hope they never ever go away from me again. (And when Mom got home after 15 hours of traveling by van, by train, by plane and by bus to get home...as soon as she saw me, she started crying like a baby. She was just so overwhelmed that I was OK)

XXOO your Chloe Cake

*sheepish grin* PORK CHOPS to Mom, THANKS to Angel Sally

It took my guardian angel and gal pal Sweet Angel Sally to remind my Mom that I have peeps and chicklets on Catster who care about me and miss me........oops!

Please forgive my distracted Mommy. She means well, but just gets herself in to all sorts of stuff. But, don't be worried....she is sufficiently and superbly spoiling yours truly. I get whatever I want, whenever I want. I even get carried to my litter box before she carries me to bed. How's that, guys??

I overhear my Mommy making me a V-E-T appointment for Monday. I need more medicine! Mom is a little worried because she and Dad are headed on vacation for 10 days and Grandmom will be "trying" to give me my pills. Last time they went away for just a few days, I hid under the bed and would not come out for nothing....so I didn't get my pills. I think Mom is going to put up what she calls "Chloe Blockers" so that I can't get under the bed!

Thanks again Sweet Sally and Hello to my loving fiancee at the Bridge, Picasso!

2 Year Anniversary of HCM diagnosis

Right about now, 2 years ago, there was wet stuff coming out of Mommy's eyes. Lots and Lots of wet stuff.....

We had just come from my first cat cardiologist appt. where I received the nasty diagnosis of severe feline hypotrophic cardiomyopathy and was given "a few weeks...maybe a couple of months." My whole family was completely stunned and saddened. We had worked so hard to overcome my anxiety and I was finally, not only comfortable, but the girl cat in charge in my house!

So, here we are, 2 years into this and....paws crossed...and with gratitude, I still don't have any major symptoms. I love to run around the house, pork chop my favorite carrot and my fatboy brother, I beg for treats, I assist my Mommy in any activity and follow her around as her little shadow. I take my daily heart meds with just a few grumbles, but I only let my Mommy dispense them. Anyone else, I bite....or pork chop...or both!

We do not take my time here for granted at all. My loving fiancee was taken very quickly by the same disease, he now resides at the Rainbow Bridge as our angel.

If love can keep a girl cat alive, I will be here forever! XXOO

Staring is Good!

I am doing it right now as my Mommy is on the computer. I am standing next to my EMPTY treat dish and I am staring so hard at her that her head is starting to burn. Staring...staring....staring... OK, she can't take it any longer.....do you hear the beautiful sound of Good Life treats hitting the bowl??!!

We had a great Monday. If you consider doing absolutely nothing at all great..well, this one has been spectacular! Mom decided to just stay put all day and read a good book. She didn't really even go outside to awful much because she saw a rabid groundhog this morning and got really scared. The beast looked like it was an alien from outer space. Dad's gonna take care of it. He always takes care of us.

On the last paw, Mom came home yesterday with Fancy Feast Appetizers for Cats. Each little container costs $1.19! It promises to captivate any cat's palate! Mine is finicky! So, with bated breath, Mom opened one for me and patiently awaited my reaction. Lick, Lick Lick, Scrape, Scrape, Scrape (me burying it!) Mom even let Fatty have some and he ate it with wild abandon.

Meowy Monday, Y'All!
XXOO

That is PRINCESS Dingleberry to You!

It cost Harley DEARLY when he exposed my most private situation regarding a certain dingleberry.....pork chops on the nose! I boxed him around a bit but I don't think there is too much upstairs, if you know what I mean, to hurt!

Hey, it is a fact of like that everyone poops. I do believe there is a book out there with the same title. So I got a little on my area and I needed Mom's help.....SO WHAT??!!??!! I wasn't very nice about it, though, cuz I did hiss at her when the scissors appeared. I was afraid that she may cut the wrong part, if ya know what I mean.....

With my dignity now in tact....I am off for a beauty slumber!

The one and only Chlo-E-Q

But.... I AM THE LAP....TOP!!

Momma's 42nd birthday was 1 1/2 weeks ago and for it, Dad did a BIG surprise! See, my purrants are going on a big trip in October to Denver and to Vail so Mom told him....no presents! He doesn't listen very well (like most men..... MEROWAL!!)

So Dad got her this awesome laptop. She loves it. I HATE IT! I loved it when she was on the regular ole stinkin desktop computer cuz I loved to jump on the computer table and "assist" with any task she was doing. I laid right down on that keyboard and looked at her with my big golden eyes. She was putty in my paw, as it should be given my princess power. Now, she is out on the patio, typing away as I peer at her through the slider. Oh, woe is me. I need to be her lap top cat once again. Oh well, maybe I'll go find Fatty and pork chop him just for the hell of it.

Your everloving Chloe Cake

My 4th (or is it 10th??) Birthday!

Who is keeping track? Every girl knows that it is not the number of candles on the cake....but the CATTITUDE! And I have the attitude of a young hot chick. PURRS....Still got junk in the trunk....

I started my birthday off in usual style...purring, head bonking, wet nose kisses for my Momma until she begrudgingly rolled out of bed to treat me. She stayed up purry late waiting for Daddy so she was a little bleary eyed. Not to worry, we went back to sleep for a few hours and then the fun began....

Extra treats, Maine Attraction wet food, lots of pets and lovies....Yeah, I love my forever home! My birthday is especially poignant given my feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy diagnosis (that is a hairball full to say....) on August 27, 2007. The doc said it didn't look good for me...but here I am, taking my daily heart meds and looking better than ever. We don't take for granted my time here, though. We've known several special kitties who were taken much to soon to this disease (my special fiance Picasso and my gal pal Sally.) So to that end, we share a special passage with all of you. As a law enforcement family and with the death of our beloved Grandpaw a few weeks ago, this especially rings true:

I'm going to live my live
Like every day is my last
Without a simple goodbye
It all goes by so fast.

Taa-Taa....Until we purr again....

Celebrate Good Times....COME ON!

This is the eve of our 4th year as purrfectly spoiled little furbabies! Four years ago tonight, I was shamefully stuck in a metal cage. Didn't they see my Diva Divinity???? Well, my purrants rescued us on July 7, 2005 and since then, well.....the rest is history!

We don't really know how old I am. They estimated that I was 6 years old at adoption so that would place me.....IN DOUBLE DIGITS??!!??!! Hrumpptpptffhthffff.......I don't look a day over 2!!!!

I continue to be the apple of my Mom's eye. What more could a girly girl cat want???

MEOW!!

I'm BBBAAACCCKKKK!

I'm Back.

I missed meowing with all my fur friends these last few months.

I appreciate everyone understanding as my Mommy and Daddy were overwhelmed with Grandpaw's passing. Big E (his nickname) was a true county gentleman who loved his family, loved the outdoors, loved talking to people (he never met a stranger) and loved Cats! He also honorably served his country in the US Army as a medic from 1958-1964. Heaven has an angel, but he is still so very missed here on Earth.

So....a quick update, I've been a good Pumpski! Yep, did you know that I share that nickname with President Obama??? That is what his wife, Michelle, calls him, too! My Mom comes up with just about one new nickname a day for me. Ssheesh! Today she is calling me Pumpkin Swirly, Little Girly! Do all of you have goofy Moms, too?? Oh, but I love her so much now that it is summer as she is off until September. We snuggle and cuddle and....I get treats ON DEMAND! Yep, you heard it....Girl Cat gets what girl cat wants.

My pesky "little" brother, 28 lbs of burning love, Harley has been treating me like the princess that I am. He gives me kitty kisses, which I tolerate,but when he goes to sniff "my area", the pork chops reign down! I don't care if that is what cats do....I ain't lettin' no one sniff my...you know!

How is everycat doing??? I hope that you are basking in the love and the beauty of life.

MEOW!

In loving memory of the BEST grandpaw, Ellis S. Steele 4/29/1935-6/09/2009.

My Grandpaw

He is an angel now. He died in my Mommy's arms at 8:50 PM on June 9, 2009. Someone told us that he went from the arms of an angel he created into the arms of his creator. How beautiful. Please pray for my family.

your loving friend,
Chloe

Sadness for our family

Grandpaw (Mom's Daddy) is now under hospice care at home. He will be leaving us physically very soon. My Mommy is so tough but falls apart when she gets home. Both my Mom and Dad spend all day by his side. My job is to snuggle with Mom when she comes to bed at night. I have become such an incredible snuggle bunny.

Please understand our absence from Catster and please pray for my Grandpaw Ellis S. Steele.

Thank you fur friends!
Therapist Chloe

She just knows

From Chloe's Mommy:

My Dad has a very large tumor in his upper left lung. We are waiting for a PET scan to confirm a lung cancer diagnosis but really.....we all know the truth.

I am devastated.

And Chloe seems to know something is wrong. She has been my shadow whenever I am home and at night, in bed, she literally lays above my head and kneads my scalp, purring her sweet tune. I am amazed how a little scared and snippy girl cat has transformed into a gentle and loving therapist. There are times when I want to scream in the hospital and then I remember my little Chloe Cake and I know that I will be alright. ( My hubby has been with me throughout all of this...but sometimes it is those with fur that we love that gets us through!) Please understand our absence from Catster. We all lose our loved one at some point but the thought of my Daddy not being here every day in uncomprehensable.

Thanks for your concern!
love, Brenda

I am Mom's therapist!

We just wanted to quickly update my diary to let everyone know that I am fine. We have had little time to play on Catster in the last few weeks as my Mom's Daddy (my grandpaw) is in declining health. Mom and Dad have been over with him almost every night and have had several trips to the ER and stays in the hospital. When Mom falls into bed each night, physically and emotionally exhausted, I am right by her side (well...make that her head!) with a long massage and purr therapy.

So, please forgive me Cassi for being MIA. Your package is still in our extra room waiting to be mailed. And for Bonnie (Harley's squeeze) please forgive him as well. Meow and love to all our good friends in CatsterLand!!

XXOO Tink (another new nickname for me....)

Seriously, Mom....this is how you are going to spend your- Friday night??!?!?

In case you haven't noticed.....I've been MIA! PORK CHOPS!!!!! Mom has been very busy with work and with her sick Daddy that we haven't been good with keeping in touch with our Catster furiends. Please forgive us.

And...the last two weekends, Mom has been away with girlfriends for various events. It was much needed as she is very stressed with dealing with older parents and teenagers at work. Dad took care of us....but he doesn't have the Mommy touch!

So...tonight, Mom started doing some of the chores reserved for the weekend. Fatty and me looked at the like she was nuts! The mean machine!!! The hard wood floors being cleaned!!! What is this world coming to????

Loving Meows! (oh, and I am still waking Mom up at 4 Am and chewing on her and meowing until 6 AM when she has to get up for work.....*evil meow*)

Pressies from Picasso!

See what a great fiancee I have...even from the Bridge, he is sending me goodies. Mom was remiss in this journal entry cuz she has been with her sick daddy and then....ended up in the ER when she slammed her hand in the car door. OH cats, was that painful for her and her pinkie nail came completely off. At least she didn't break it, just a bad sprain....but typing ain't so easy for her!!!

Anywho, I got a plush Easter bunny and a bag full of goodies including those wonderfully addicting cat nip bags that Miss Barbi makes! I got a real big pink mousie and a little blue one (maybe I'll be nice and give it to Fatty!) Mom even got some jelly beans and a sweet little ceramic bunny. Awwhh, that was soo nice. Thanks Miss Barbi and Cassi (and family). SMOOCH!!!

Happy Easter one and all!!!!!

How I Started Mom's Day

First, it is our anniversary! We've been in our forever home for 45 months! Yipee!

So, I decided to start this day off in a very memorable fashion for my Mommy. At 4 AM, I grabbed a chunk of her hair, right near the scalp, and I pulled with all my lil girl cat strength. Usually, I only grab a hair or 2 but this time, I went for the whole kit and kaboodle! Needless to say, Mom was not happy and nearly yelled at me.......

Your loving and faithful Chloe

Mouse "Tails"???

I think my Mommy is telling me a Mouse "Tail!! This sort of stuff can't possibly happen.....

Yesterday was such a gorgeous day where we live. Mom had the slider and a couple of windows open. Fatty and me...we had our sniffers on full speed! Mom had finished up her indoor chores and spent most of yesterday in the yard (planting pansies and johnny jump ups) and in the garden (getting ready to rototill). Dad was away with friends learning to hunt with bow and arrow.

The last few weeks we have had a visitor. A gray and white cat has meandered through our property, stopping for the occasional pet and treat. Mom jokes that this cat is going through our drive thru since he/she doesn't linger long. Mom is not at all worried about this cat since he/she looks very healthy and is definately eating. He/she is friendly and likes a few chin rubs but then it is off to greener pastures.
Well, yesterday Mom had sat down with a good book and a glass of iced tea when she spotted said cat. It was in the woods wrangling something. Next thing she sees is this cat heading straight towards her with a gift of sorts....you guessed it....a mouse! The cat came right up to her as if to say "look at me!" and then scattered away (but not far enough in Mom's opinion) to have it's afternoon treat.

Mom came in and told fatty and me what had happened. We didn't believe her since all we have to do to get fed is look cute and head to the treat bowl!! Is it really true that some cats have to actually work for their food??? I think that is a flippin' mouse "tail"! ......

MEOWY!! XXOO

Not just a pork chop but the whole entire pig!

That is what I'm gonna do to my Mommy.....not just pork chop her but hit her with an entire pig! She has been soooooo negligent with my diary. Oh, she says something about planning two reunions, work, parents, kids...yada yada....but...pork chops...I need my Catster peeps!

Well, I have been such a good loving and sweet girl. Harley and I have been getting along, albeit we fight over the comfy bed. When one of us gets out of it, the other immediately plops our a** down in it. Our purrants laugh that we really are like toddlers.

Our rooster, which we renamed Little Jerry Seinfeld, has not been good, however. He is starting to crow at 3 AM right under my purrants bedroom window. He does this non stop until someone (ok...Mom) comes downstairs and throws cat treats on the patio. You should see Har Har's eyes as he watches HIS cat treats literally being thrown outside! It is hilarious!!!

Hope all my Catster lovies are great and a special shout out to my loving angel Cassi. I miss you. XXOO

Grandmeow is on duty!

PORK CHOPS! Those red bags are out again and my purrants are heading to Ocean City MD for Irish weekend (and we are Italian....what the heck??) Oh yeah, my aunty and uncle (purrants best friends) are Irish so....hey, any excuse for a party!

So, Grandmeow will be trying to administer my pills on Saturday. Yeah, right. Like that will happen! But she always gives me loads of treats so......

Happy St Patty's Day from the Italians! XXOO

44 and counting!!!!

PURRS!!!!

Today marks 44 months that I have been the Princess Pork Chop of Woodview! Mom gets all teary on these special occasions, especially since my HCM diagnosis. She just finished cutting my pills for the week.....I have a medicine holder just like my grandpaw!!!

Things have been really good. I am mad at Mom since she doesn't get on Catster as much as I would like. She is busy planning a sorority reunion and an elementary school reunion with her humans on facebook. I say....Pork Chop!

Dad is away on a hunting trip this weekend and we all miss him. Well, I have claimed his pillow as my own for the weekend. I am still waking my Mommy up at 4 AM to gnaw and chew on her hair, bracelet, her nails and knuckles....well, almost any exposed area will get the once over by me! MEOW!! XXOO

My Diary is Feline Neglected!

*EXTRA PORK CHOPS*

Mom hasn't updated my diary in a LONG time...since Feb.9. HHRRMPHHfftt.....she is too busy on this thing called Facebook.

Well....I have been perfect. I am such a good girl still. Even though I wake Mom up every single morning around 4 AM by chewing on her hair and fingers. I consider it "love bites." Sometimes Mom yells, OW!

Mom also had to run into my cardiologist office to pick up refills on my heart meds. All the workers came running out to talk to her to make sure I am OK. Mom assured them that not only was I OK, but that I run the house while my purrants just pay the mortgage. MOL!

Love to all my furfriends XXOOXXOO

My Valentine Cassi sent me a pawkage....even from the- Bridge, he spoils me!!

WOW!! I only have a few moments to write real quick....Mom says something about a meeting....but I received a WONDERFUL pawkage filled with all sorts of goodies for me (and for Mom, too...Valentine's socks and candy!!) from my angel, Cassi. Everything was so nicely pawkaged....a great framed pic of Cassi that I immediately kissed! Toys! Stuffed animal! I'll be posting a pic soon....thanks with all my love to Cassi and his mommy Barbi and their whole family. They are the BESTEST!!!!

XXOO

Love Glove

That's Mommy's new nickname for me....I am her love glove. I am always by her side (except when she vacuums....when that mean machine makes an appearance...which is often cuz of massive amounts of cat hair...I bolt.)

Daddy's been real busy working every evening. We have an arsonist in our county who has struck 23 times since the beginning of the year. So many people and animals are homeless as a result. If you want to read more about this situation, you can go to cnn.com and type in Coatesville, PA. Unfortunately, we have attracted national attention. SO....Mom and I have had a lot of quality time together lately. Snuggling! Playing! Treats! And I show my appreciation by being her love glove!

PURRS!!!!

Pork Chops!

Those darn red bags are out again. You know what that means....my purrants have the audacity to leave me! PORK CHOPS! They are trekking to Ocean City MD for a long superbowl weekend, something they have done with their best friends for like 13 years. Oh, OK...Grandmew will be here twice a day to load me up with treats so it shouldn't be that bad......now, will I let her give me my pills??? Tis the question!

Ain't Miss Behaving

Mom kept calling me in the wee hours of this morning. She said, "You are misbehaving!" I said, " I ain't Miss Behaving....I'm Chloe, Damn It, Princess Pork Chop of Woodview!"

I am like Donna Quixote (get it...female version of Don!) searching with all my might for the prized possession...Mom's pony tail holder. I yanked and chewed and rooted around like a squealy piglet. Mom just giggle and giggle, which made her feel better after our brother Petey had to go to the Bridge.

Laughter is good medicine and I make my Mommy laugh all the time!
Thanks to all of you who reached out to her in this sad time. She is confident that Petey has formed a band at the Bridge....Sally on vocals, Roscoe on keyboard, Cassi playing the piano, Buddy is on sax, Simba is backup singer...and of course, Petey on guitar! What should they call their band??? Any ideas???

Just a pawnote: today marks the 17 month of my HCM diagnosis. With all the gratitude in the world, my family is so thankful that I am still "Miss Behaving." If you all remember, I was given "a few weeks" after my diagnosis. Currently, I have all four paws in the air and I am snoring like a drunken sailor.

Patio Pete....and Patio Button, the Rooster, ....and Patio- Stinky, the Skunk

It is a zoo here, I tell ya! The temperature has dipped into the single digits, but not to worry....Patio Pete is pampered with his insulated house, fleece blankets, and several 10 hour hand warmers to lay on. The problem is the other critters who are getting wind that the Patio is the place to be!! Every morning, Mom looks out from the master bathroom window to see Petey peering in.....along with our rooster, Button! They stand right next to each other, staring in while waiting to be fed. It is a riot!! But, at night, the Stinky visits. Yep, a skunk! He is not scared or timid at all, he boldy appears on the patio and eats Petey's food. Guess what....Petey has pork chopped him a time or two. Mom is really worried that she may squirt his stinky scent....that would be a very very big problem!

Oh, and I took after Lucy and almost gave my Mommy a heart attack last night. Dad is away with 22 other guys from his Italian club. They are ice fishing and grouse hunting....but Mom says they are really just beer hunting! It was minus 13 this morning where Dad was. COLD! Mom woke up in the middle of the night, as always, and reached above her head to the pillow that I sleep on. No Chloe!!! She searched around the bedroom, but to no avail. She bolted down the stairs and searched for me in our gathering room. No Chloe!!! She went back upstairs to find the closet ajar.....Found Chloe!!! I love my Mommy's shoes and I was just laying on them to make sure they had the appropriate amount of cat hair on them!!! MEOW!!

XXOOXXOO GO EAGLES!!!!!!!

Knowing and Loving

Wednesday (Jan.7th) marked the 42 month since I was rescued from the cold stainless steel cage of the SPCA and brought to the comforts of my forever home. 3 1/2 years! I now have a 3 stories of a warm and loving home. I have many many windows to peer out of, watching the woods and wildlife for pleasure. (Of course, Mom and Dad always paws at this time to remember and reflect the life of Roscoe who flew to the Bridge so that I may be saved. He is now frolicking at the Bridge with Cassi, Sally, Simba, Sir Sonny Bono and many many others.)

Believe it or not, me and Harley are the first cats ever to be adopted by Mom. She has had kitties all of her life but they were always born into the family. So...................

First we had to KNOW each other. See, I was literally dumped at the SPCA without so much as a hint of information as to how I arrived there. All the other kitties had stories like "elderly person went to home, kid with allergies etc....." but not me. Mom was used to Roscoe who was born to her 16 1/2 years prior....they KNEW each other.

I was a stranger and Mom was strange and we tangoed with each other to get to KNOW each other. I did not like to be picked up (then) and that made Mom sad. I was skittish and scared and had a bothersome baby brother. I did not want to KNOW him at all!! (tee hee) Slowly but surely, I started to warm up and Mom realized that she had to let me adjust in my own way and on my own time frame. One night, out of the blue, I hopped on the bed. Mom was so happy she cried tears...and even though she had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night in the worse way, she stayed put so I wouldn't leave. We were beginning to KNOW each other. I began to understand her words and commands...and I began to listen. She has certain whistles that I understand.....when to come, and when to lay down. She KNOWS me now and I KNOW her. For instance, she can tell when I will stretch and when I want treats and I know her morning routine and evening routine. We KNOW each other.

But, best of all.....

We LOVE each other. After all these years and months, we have formed an awesome bond. We sometimes just look at each other and swear we are looking into each other's soul. Mom LOVES to read the paper sitting on the floor and I always go up right behind her and gently lean my forehead on her back. And then I start to nuzzle and rub back and forth and I have been known to stay in this position for 30 minutes. I LOVE my Mom and I am completely greatful for being saved. I LOVE my Dad, too, and show him by relentlessly making biscuits on his belly at 3 AM. I'm even beginning to LOVE my "Little" brother, we have been caught taking naps together.

We hope every kitty KNOWS and LOVES someone special!!

XXOO

Treat Flavored Water, Picasso...COTW!!, 42 Months, Sally- Angel and Beauty School at 4 A.M.

So much to say.....so little time!

Most importantly, as many of you already know...my beloved angel Picasso was rightfully honored as this week's CAT! In 2 days, it will be one month....already....that our precious friend flew to the Bridge. How special that on that very hard anniversary, his purrants can be proud of this award. Thank you, Catster, and to whomever made it possible. (Mom doesn't know, can you nominate a cat for this???)

If you read early on in my diary, I mention the fact that I am not only a treat-a-holic, but I am a crumbinator as well. I LOVE my special treats and yet, I have this unique way of eating them that leaves little specks and pieces of treats all around....in my fur, on the floor...and this time...in my Mom's water. We have this ritual that after I receive my heart pills each morning, Mom gives me ice water in her very favorite Winnie the Pooh glass that says, "Bother free is the way to be!" Not only do I get ice, but Mom spins the water so the ice is moving....something that totally mesmorizes me.I also get treats. Today, as I finished my treats and started on my water, I must have dropped several crumbs in. Mom, unbeknownst to her, grabbed the water to take a chug (we share everything) when she swallowed a big ole soggy Good Life treat. Almost whole! Nice breakfast, huh???

Today is Roscoe's 42nd Bridge anniversary. 3 1/2 years ago...and yet, just yesterday sometimes for my purrants. You should see his decorations for Christmas. Scooty Boy LOVED Christmas. We honor his memory, which lives on like a legend.

OH, and we are so pleased to announce that I have a special guardian angel looking after me. Sally Angel asked if it would be OK if she looked after me and of course, we were thrilled. Sally is the purrfect angel for me....she was just like me: beautiful outside and inside, a girly girl, the light in her Mommy's eyes and she had the same condition I have although hers was not diagnosed in time. Thank you Sally (Lucy, Sophie and Mom!) for thinking of me.

Lastly, I did serious Beauty School this morning starting at 3:30 AM. The hair..the nails...the whole works. Mom is just getting back to work after Christmas break, a ton of parties, and a trip to OCMD..so she was hoping to get a pretty good night's sleep. NOPE. Not when the Baby Girl is busy! Mom and Dad just sort of hunkers down under the covers when I get to working. I make A LOT of noise! Hey, it takes work to be this beautiful. XXOO

I love my Catster Crew XX
Chloe (and Harley...and yep, Patio Pete is still with us!)

MEOWY 2009!!

Sheesh......things are back to normal in our house. My purrants returned from their vacation and they were so excited to see me. See, I was a purry unruly girl bee-otch for my grandmew. I fought (and mostly won) the pill contest. She could only get one in me. The other one.....puwt....spit out...about 12 times. Oh, my grandmew was beside herself. She takes the caring of this princess very seriously!

Then, what I do is I ignore my purrants for the first 2 hours. Nope...did not miss you at all (when in fact, I miss them and my routine very much.) When I can no longer stand it, I flop and purr and make a ton of biscuits all over them!!! Heaven! The vermont stove is cooking and treats are overflowing!! Life is good, my furiends,
life is good.

We wish all of our furiends a purrfect 2009 and GO EAGLES!!!!!

Chloe and Me

Mom took her purrants to see the movie Marley and Me today. When she got home, she scooped me up, gave me lots of loving and told me how very very very much she loves me. It is a great movie about the love of an animal. (Don't want to give out more details and be a spoiler!!)

PORK CHOPS!!! Those red bags are out again and Mom is packing for their annual New Year's Eve trip to OCMD with their besties, the Carrolls. They leave tomorrow and will return on Friday. Then another family party on Saturday and an Eagles party on Sunday. These kids AKA my purrants never stop!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR and special love to my one and only Angel Picasso. You can't even know how much we miss you. XXOO

A 27 hour long party

Yup...that is how long my purrants party lasted. What are my servants....nuts??!! The first guests arrived last night at 5 PM and did not leave until 8 PM tonight. There was a little sleeping during that time but mostly they were partying! Silly Humans!

So...quickly Mom hopped on Catster and discovered that I was a diary pick for today and that several of my besties had sent messages and gifties. THANK YOU!!!! (Sleepy Mommy and me are headed for bed XXOOXXOO)

Pork Chops and Love Bites for my Mommy!

My Mommy has been SO busy these past few days that she didn't even have much time for the computer....(but she ALWAYS makes time for me, no matter what!) So, belated Merry Christmas to all my purrfect furiends in Catster Land. We don't know what we would do without your love, furiendship and support as I battle my HCM.....pork choppin' that nasty disease right on its nose!

Tonight, we are having a BIG party at my house. Lots of food and furiends! Harley is already hiding in the basement. He does not like change and Mommy and Daddy had to rearrange some furniture to accommodate everyone. BUT......my igloo and bed are MIA. Mom assured me it is only for tonight. My eyes got real big and I stared at Mom all like, "What Gives??" I am going to wear my pretty Christmas collar (maybe....depends on my diva mood) and sashay around the house looking for treats! MEOW!

Oh, the love bites thing.....I consider my Mom my personal chewy toy right about 4:30 AM everyday. I get her hair, her bracelet, her fingernails....whatever looks tastey to me. She lets out little noises that I think are "Ow" and "Chloe" but no matter to me. I keep chewing!

XXOOXXOO

Missing Picasso

I really miss him, guys. I know he is in safe paws with my angel bro Roscoe but still...it is hard. We did receive a package from him yesterday with all sorts of goodies. Mom couldn't take a pic cuz Dad had the camera yesterday. He went on his first pheasant hunting trip and the 46 year old dude acted like a kid...he was so excited!

Our hearts and prayers are still turned to Barbi and Rob and family during this bittersweet time.

XXOO Your most sweetest Chlo-E.-Q

Petey's Prize and Petey's Prance

Can you cats believe that it has been 8 days since my princely Picasso made his journey of peace to the Bridge? It doesn't seem possible. One wonders how time can march on so obliviously when Cassi's family is in mourning but then, on the same paw, we stop and say a prayer of gratitude that we had Cassi in the first place.

So, let me tell you about Patio Pete. Yup, he is still with us. It has been a month and my purrants have saved this cool dude from certain death. He is a quirky dude and a lot of fun. Dad has been smoozing Mom into MAYBE getting him all fixed up by the vet to bring inside. Mom is just still real worried about my stress level and any ickies I may get off of him. He has an insulated house that actually has Roscoe's old bed in it. Mom never thought she could part with it until she saw Petey's big orange eyes. Dad, the ole softy that he is, has decorated Pete's home for Christmas and he even has his own tree. Not bad, Aye??

Well, last night Mom had a school board meeting and she didn't get home until almost 10:00 PM. Dad was settled in watching the Eagles game. Mom poured a little red wine when she got home and settled in with Dad. Suddenly, there was a rappin' on the slider. There was Petey, but he was not alone......in his mouth was a mouse. Oh brother, was he proud of his offering!! He went back and forth showing off his hunting skills! Then, he put the dead mouse in his food bowl! It's like he knows exactly where he is supposed to eat!! Harley and me just looked at each other like.......WHAT? Real cats do WHAT? So, Mom gave Pete a milk chaser after he finished his mouse midnight snack.

Also, Pete does this thing we call the Pete Prance. It goes like this: hop on right paw 2 times, hop on left paw two times, repeat multiple times. He is gosh darn cute....

XXOO Cassi's girl, Chloe

Grateful Thank You's In Loving Memory of my Picasso

When we woke up this morning, we hoped and prayed it was just a bad dream. As Mom and me opened our eyes, the first thing we see everyday is our table full on pictures of loved ones. There, next to my Daddy's police picture, is a framed picture of my beloved, Picasso. We realized it was true and that God had called back to his care our sweet Cassi. We said a short prayer for him and his family in this most difficult and sad time.

(Then I returned to Daddy who was sleeping in....and gave him a beautiful calico cat hat...all wrapped around his gorgeous auburn hair!!XXOO)


Mom talked to Cassi's Mommy tonight for quite some time. She is doing as well as can be expected. She loves her boy so very much.

We wanted to thank all of you who reached out to me, realizing that Picasso's passing is purry hard on me, too. We love (not past tense...but present tense!) Picasso so very much. Finney lit a candle and Isis sent a gingerbread man and offerings of support. Thank you guys. Muffin, my calico sista (!) gave me a rainbow star. How very appropriate since the Rainbow Bridge gained a star!! ILM Sally and Lucy sent a diamond. Sally is the purfect example of how love never leaves us even after our physical presence is gone. Sally was taken so very suddenly so her Mommy can empathize. Angel Sydney Rose and Hunter sent hearts... furever beating with love for Picasso. And last, but not least, Edgar, Emily Felicity, Gabrielle and Lucinda sent a snowflake....representing a crystalized tear. How clever and thoughtful!


Catster is a wonderful, supportive community for our "crazy" cat Mommies and Daddies. May God Bless each and everyone of you and remember to hug your babies a little tighter and for a little longer tonight as a tribute to our undying love for Picasso.

Your humble and grateful furiend furever,
Chloe Bear

The Power of Picasso, continued....

Mommy and I have been extra snuggly tonight. Dad has been rubbing Mom's feet as her tears trail down her cheek. We have Cassi's family in our heart SO much.

But, Mom didn't feel like she articulated our feelings well in our last journal entry. So here goes again....

The Power of Picasso is that he united so many of us. I became your furiend because you loved Cassi. That is what we meant. There will never ever be another like him. And, my furangel brother is taking him all around the Bridge so don't worry....he is in good paws.

XXOO, Cassi's girl Chloe

The Power of Picasso

Through the tears we have shed tonight over the sudden loss of my fiancee, we've discovered something else....something so powerful that even death can't end it...and that is...

The power of Picasso.

I was the lucky girl that Cassi chose as first his girlfriend and then his fiancee. He chose me because I too have HCM and understand the daily struggles that this icky disease carries. Cassi was so lucky, as am I, in that we have families who attend to us and administer meds and monitor breathing patterns and simply love us unconditionally. Cassi's mom, Barbi, did everything everyday to keep him happy and healthy. Please say a purrayer for that wonderful woman. She always sent me pawkages from Cassi. We just finished shopping for Picasso's Christmas gifties and we intend to send them to his fursibs so that they can enjoy them in his honor.

I'd like to thank my furiends who sent e-mails or rosettes to comfort me. My Mom cried buckets and buckets today. When she was leaving a voicemail for Barbi, she was crying so hard that she had to hang up and call back later. That is because she realizes that I, too, could be taken so suddenly and well....that just seems unfathomable to her.

But, getting back to the power of Picasso, do you see how many kitties lives he has touched in the 2 1/2 years that God gave him to us? A short amount of time and yet so many furiends and so many people his life has touched. It isn't the quanity of years, it is the quality of those years that is so important.

Rest in Peace, my princely Picasso. There will never ever be anyone else who will replace you. One in a million you were and always will be.

His Chloe Bear
XXOO

We have No words.....R.I.P my beautiful Fiancee, Picasso

My Mommy just stopped home for lunch before heading out to do a major presentation at 1 PM. As usual, she hopped on the computer just to check Catster and other sites when she was realized something was wrong. I, as usual, am right by her side, trying to sit on her black suit so that my orange, white, and black hairs can cover her for luck during her presentation.

OMC, tears just started streaming down her face and I was very concerned. She told me how Cassi flew to the Bridge and how his heart was restored and that he was now my angel fiancee. And then it hit her, last night right around the time Cassi made his journey, I was hiding. I never ever do that during the day and Mom was so worried something happened to me. Maybe I sensed my sweet angel gained his wings.

Mom has to leave in 1/2 hour and her eyes are all puffy and her makeup has smeared. We are grief stricken and can only imagine how Miss Barbi and family are doing. We just finished up Cassi's Christmas gifts!!! Oh, HCM is not fair and that is why our purrants always realize each day with us in a gift.

We will write more later. But words seems so insufficient at this time....

I LOVE YOU CASSI ANGEL and I will ALWAYS be you CHLOE BEAR.

What is this word "No" ??!!??!!

PORK CHOPS!

I've heard Mommy say that word to Harley like a gazillion times....but to hear "No" coupled with "Chloe"....well, it is unfathomable!! It is against my divahood. It just can't be happening!


I am just on a quest for my most prized possession....the pony tail holder. Sometimes Mom sleeps with one in her hair, but most nights she doesn't. WELL....just about 5 AM, I like to go on an exploratory mission of Mom's scalp. I get a hunk of hair in my teefers and I just pull without abandon. Thus....the "No, Chloe!" It sounds like she is in pain. Hey.....payback for the pill popping I get every morning!! I also like to knaw on her very fine bracelet that she never takes off. It is her sorority bracelet (Sigma Sigma Sigma....faithful until death.) All of a sudden, I like to attack that in the middle of the night with my teefers. Thus....the "No, Chloe!" Did Mom forget that I am the Princess Pork Chop of Woodview??!!??!!

We celebrated Thanksgiving a day late cuz my Mommy was real sick on the actual holiday. She woke up to a 102.7 degree fever with all the fun stuff that accompanies that.....chills, aches, sore throat etc. I was a very very good nurse and I laid right by her side all day. Luckily, she felt better yesterday so we did the turkey, ham and all the fixings then along with my Daddy and my grandpurrants. I just love my whole family with all my big heart. We hope all of our furiends in CatsterLand feels as blessed as we feel. And we ask that you keep close in your prayers those who serve so that we may be safe: your police, firemen, and our armed services home and abroad and the families that love them.

God Bless.

The 66th week, Patio Pete and, Dewey Readmore Books other- musings from me!

Mom just finished cutting my pills for next week, a Saturday ritual. She keeps a log book of every day, which pills I got and at what time. Can you say anal retentive??? Well...I am going into my 66th week of this medicine business for my feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy! Remember when the doc said to Mom....."A few weeks??" PORK CHOPS! I've got a lot of living yet to do! But, Mom still is aware of how quickly my situation can change so she doesn't take one little moment with me for granted.

I kinda like that Patio Pete. We sit and stare at one another. No hissing, just a little meowing back and forth. He looks so much better than he did a week ago. Mom's been feeding the heck out of him (much to Waddlesworth's dismay!) We think he is an old dude cuz he has a lot of those black age spots that orange kitties get.

Mom just finished a new book called "Dewey, The Small Time Library Cat Who Touched the World" by Vicki Myron. Good stuff! Mom shed a lot of tears, though, cuz that cat was the spitting image of Roscoe and they share a lot of the same mannerisms. She did a lot of smiling throughout the book and would say, "Scootie did that, too!!" Read it and see for yourself!!

I just spent 1/2 hour doing me up a mean pedi! My toes are now in the air and I am a snoring away ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-ah!

XXOO The Bella Chloe

OH!!! This is getting serious!!!!

Mom came home (late again on a Friday, something about cocktails with friends.....hrrrmmpphhff!) and she was sporting all sorts of stuff from PetSmart. Trouble is....it's for Patio Pete! Well, not all of it. I, of course, had a whole bag of my Good Life treats. I live for those puppies!!

She brought home a small outdoor house for Patio. It has been snowing here in PA and when she found Pete this morning, his cardboard box was demolished! There he was, though, laying in it and when he saw Mom, he came a-running and a-purring! Now he has a real house with very very warm bedding and even a flap door to keep out the elements. ($75 dollars later........oh well.)

Guess what else.....Harley tore down the blanket that Mom had up so that we couldn't see Patio Pete. She was afraid of the stupid redirected aggression that Wads sometimes gets. But no, instead.....Pete and Harley were playing with each other! I kid you not!! I wanted nothing to do with the silly boy play and ran upstairs to sleep on my purrants bed. Harley and Pete were pawing at each other!!!

Sorry we haven't posted pics of Pete. Mom's digital is a mess and she hasn't figured how to download pics from her camera phone. He is getting a little more filled out with is good cuz he was skin and bones. No takers on finding him a furever home. Keep paws crossed!!

XXOO

I put the "Q" in Cutie-Pie!

I have been an extra special princess. I just am so happy to have a loving and warm home. Let's hope Patio Pete can say the same thing soon.

Mom picked up my refills today and everyone came running out to see how I am doing. "How is the Princess??", Mom was asked several times. Of course, she whipped out the photo album that she keeps in her purse (doesn't even have pics of the human kids!!!). She even has a picture of my beloved fiancee Picasso in our album. OH, did the nice people fawn all over him, too!!

Keep it real, my Catster Cuties!!
XXOO your purrfect furiend Chloe and the Clown (Harley)

So Cold!

Oh cats, it's awfully blustery here in PA and Patio Pete is meowing to come in. It is literally breaking our hearts. Here is what Mom did.....she spruced up his house and made it even warmer. She used Roscoe's fleece bed. WOW! Harley and I were not interested in that bed so Mom packed it away amongst some other Roscoe items. Tonight when she brought it out......there were a few Scooty hairs on it. FROM 3 1/2 years ago!! This both illicited a huge laugh and some big tears from Mom.What better way to honor the one and only Roscoe P. Bearcat than to use his favorite bed to comfort another kitty??!! Patio Pete is tucked away comfortably and hopefully is as warm as can be. Mom has asked around to see if she can find a home, but to no avail. Please turn on those purr engines for our friendly friend.

On a happier note, Mom also brought out my igloo!! It took me no time to MC it, and fold myself up into its comforts. I am a-snoozing away in front of the Vermont stove and dreaming sweet thoughts of my betrothed Picasso!

XXOOXXOO

PS. RIP Sgt. Timmy Simpson, another 20 year veteran of the Philadelphia Police Department killed in the line of duty. May God watch over all police officers and the families that love them.

Patio Pete

That's the name for our new outdoor furiend. Dad made him a house so that he can be warm in this cold weather. He followed Dad as he did his outside chores. He wants food but more than anything, he wants to be loved.

He got beat up twice, once last night and once this morning, by a feral gray cat. Well, he doesn't have any marks on him but there sure was a lot of yelling! Harley and I have come together as a cohesive unit to plead that Patio Pete stay outside. With my heart condition, Mom just can't risk the exposure. Paws crossed that Mom can find him a home!

XXOO

BIG troubles, guys, BIG troubles!!

Oh cats, what to do??????

Mom got home a little late tonight cuz she was having something called a cocktail with some girlfriends. I was peeved cuz my treat schedule was off. Anyhoo....

Mom also had a couple of packages to bring in. As she went back out on the front porch to retreive the remaining bag, she was startled. There, on MY front porch was an orange cat. As soon as he saw MY mommy, he went a-running. Mom didn't think too much about it as we are surrounded by horse farms and plenty of feral kitties.

ONLY......

A little while later, Mom heard the faint sounds of crying. It could not be ignored. Mom looked out of the front door and saw orange cat. He wanted to come in in the worst way. Mom went to our food cabinet and started to assemble some fixings for this obviously starved cat. You should have seen Harley's eyes as he saw HIS food being dispensed for another cat! Mom also got him some milk and brought all the goodies outside for orange cat. He gobbled everything up while purring up a mean streak. He obviously is not feral and yet is just skin and bones. Orange cat decided to hunker down on the front porch and he just stared and stared at our red front door. Somehow he knows Harley and I are in cat nirvana.

Mom's heart was breaking. She did spend some time with orange cat and he enjoyed the petting and the attention.

Then, as Mom and me were watching TV, he wandered around the house to the patio where he could see in and was watching all the love in our house. He was meowing and pawing at the patio door. Me...well, I went right over to him and hissed and pork chopped. He just wants what I have.....a furever home. Harley hasn't seen him yet and we are worried that he will have another bout of redirected aggression.

He looks like an older cat but who really knows. Mom will continue to monitor him and if he sticks around, she will do her best to find him a furever home. Keep all paws crossed!

XXOO

I am a 10 lb. package of purrfection!

It's true cuz my Mommy told me so!

All this weekend, I helped Mom do chores and do some intense cleaning. My favorite part was when she took apart the dishwasher. I hopped right inside and gave little "me-u"s like I was the apprentice. My least favorite was the mean machine and the mini-mean. As soon I see those tools, my little 10lb. butt scampers off.

No way, no how!

Today when Mom got home from work, she wasn't feeling so hot. A little tummy ache is what she said. SO...Wads and I hopped on the bed with her and we all took a lovely nap. We have our assigned sleeping locations. Mine is on Mom's head on her pillow and Wads sleeps on her legs. Mom called us her "medicine" and said we were exactly what the doctor ordered! A little dose of us and she feels a lot better.

MEOW!!!! XXOOXXOO

I've been the Princess Pork Chop of Woodview for 40 months!

Yep, you read it right. I've been in my furever home for exactly 40 months! 3 years and 4 months of complete spoiledness!! It is only rightly so. Mom was getting all gushy with me tonight. She gets that way some times. Jeesh, being a female and a human can get quite complicated. Something about Mom being "in" her 40's and my 40th anniversary.....and how did I celebrate it??

I pee peed and pork chopped.Perfect!! Pee peed on the hardwood floor in the kitchen, pork chopped Wads on his big fat stinkin' nose. He lumbered away and slept it off and I went about my business chasing leaves. It was so nice in our area today that when Mom got home from work, she cracked open the slider and my sniffer went to work.

LG. (Life's Good) And just like my Mom's old sorority saying (Sigma Sigma Sigma-faithful until death)...."WE LOVE IT HERE, WE LOVE IT HERE, YOU BET YOUR A** WE LOVE IT HERE!!

xxoo

Barettes, Clips and Hair Ties.....Oh MY!

I love all the girl stuff! Ever since Mom let her very very short hair grow out nice and long, I have been fascinated with watching her with her various girl supplies. I must chew on everything hair related.

Including Mom's hair when she is asleep!!

She has been waking up lately to me giving her a good grooming. If I really get into it, I nip at her ears. I think it's great....Mom, not so much! (Well, not really..whatever I do is super cute in her eyes!)

Oh, and guess what! When Mom got on the scale this morning, she groaned at her weight. Then, she picked me up and cheered when she saw our combined total! I am back to a full 10 lbs. WOO-HOO! In case you don't remember, I lost a little weight when I wasn't feeling so hot and was down to 9.2 lbs. Baby got her butt back! Mom has been feeding me this special food for sensitive bellies from Science Diet. I really like to scarf that up!

Today was a great day cuz Mom had a personal day from work. Something about taking care of the ta-ta's and boob sandwiches. Jeesh, being a female is just so complicated!

And I did give my bro fur a whopper of a pork chop right on his nose! Mom said it wasn't nice cuz her really hasn't done anything to deserve pork choppin' of the nose (except he just came in here and did his duty....and boy is it foul!)

Purrs to all my furfriends in Catster land! AND>>>>>YES WE DID!!!
Obama and Biden! Mom actually has had beers with Joe Biden, a wonderful man......

Oh......SNAP!

My bad.

My really really bad.

Last night, as Mom tinkled in the middle of the night, I dined on my treats as always. In the midst of Mom's sleepy fog, she forgot to close the door to the master bathroom as usual. So, I hung around in the potty and then......I pottied!

Except, this time I didn't just pee pee. I did poo poo on the rug in front of the shower.

Oh.....snap!

Whatever was I thinking???? Dad went into the bathroom first to get ready for work and he quickly emerged to dime me out to Mom. Mom was all like....."awwwhhh, poor girl, she was too tired to go downstairs to do her duty!" and Dad wasn't buying it until he came over to me and I started my girl cat flirt. He immediately forgave any transgressions and all is well.

See, Catster furiends, only I could poop in front of the shower and have my purrants think it is adorable. Silly humans!!

Happy Halloween!
your princess, Chloe

PS. Mom and I fought tough tonight about putting on my costume. So far, I have won......

Busy Lil Gurl Kat...that's ME!

I am spending ALL day by the slider and attacking the nasty, mean leaves as they fall from the trees. I take this job very seriously as I am defending my crib against those critters.

And......*holds breath*....guess what....

Harley is next to me watching! Oh, he is too lazy to help but at least we can be in close proximity to each other without all H*LL breaking loose!

Pork Chops to the Leaves! Oh yeah, and:

!GO PHILLIES GO PHILLIES GO PHILLIES GO PHILLIES GO PHILLIES!

Picasso is a PRINCE!

*bats eyelashes*

My boy cat is simply the BEST! Picasso sent me fun Halloween pressies. His Mom is also the best cuz she is so thoughtful. She also makes the most delicious catnip toys. Here is what I got:

2 Halloween catnip pillow toys, a mousie and a sparkly toy! The goodies came in a cool Halloween baggie and I must say......I really wanted to eat the black ribbon *wink wink*

And they didn't forget Mommy! Cassi and fam sent a Yankee Candle votive...Cinnamon Apple Berry scent. Mom is going to burn it this afternoon while cleaning and listening to classical music! It is the perfect autumn day to do just that!!!

Thanks again my wonderful fiancee and Mom-in-paw to be!

OH.....one more thing:

GO PHILLIES GO PHILLIES GO PHILLIES GO PHILLIES GO PHILLIES

Kum-By-Yah (or how ever the heck it's spelled!)

Slowly but surely, peace is being restored to our house. It has been an exhausting feat for Mommy but we are almost there. (Well, Wads just chased me down the hallway but he was just playing. I gave a couple hisses just to keep in on the short and narrow. Mom got him good with the water squirter. HA!)

Oh Cat Dudes, it was REALLY bad for the first few days after the bad cat attacked me. I couldn't even stand the sight of him. I would start to growl and cling to Mom. Some times Harley would growl back. But, one day, he acted as if nothing happened. He was in the food line when the brains were given out!! I, on the other paw, was hard pressed to forgive him. He even injured MY MOMMY. Pork Chops to him.

Gradually, Mom reintroduced us. At first, I hid under the table with big saucer eyes but eventually, I had to start to forgive the big goof. He is kinda cute. Mom started to recognize a pattern with him also. His erratic behavior always occured right around 8 PM after he had been gazing out of the slider. Mom no longer allows him to do that. Also, one night she looked out on the patio and she got spooked! She saw glowing orange eyes staring back at her. The hair on the back of her neck prickled until she realized what, in fact, she had seen.

We have a cool cat statue with sunglasses on the patio. Mom got it as a gift from her dear friend. BUT, when the yellow patio light is on, it reflects off of the glasses and gives the impression of scary glowing eyes. Could this be what set Slim off???

Tonight we received the Feliway diffuser and that was quickly assembled and plugged in. Harley went right over to it and started sniffing.

Last night Mom felt comfortable to keep Harley up during the night. We did not hear one peep from him. She did put him down when she went to work just cuz there was no supervision.

Thanks for all the paw mails of concern and suggestions. We feel mighty blessed to have all of you as friends. It means the world to this very precious and VERY LOVED lil gurl kat!

PS. GO PHILLIES! GO PHILLIES! GO PHILLIES!

Please read Harley's diary...

for an update. It's not good between us. He tried to kill me. Thank God Mom was right there. She banged her pickie toe on the dining room table and now its black and blue.

She is my protector!

I refuse to be anywhere near him. I start to snort and moan and growl. I don't yike him anymore!!!! I search each room before I enter. Mom makes sure that we are apart. And yet, Harley looks at me like, "What's wrong, Sissy??!!"

Pork chops to this whole stinkin' mess.

The girlie girl
Chloe

My life as a Desparate HouseCat

PURRS......

I am a desparate housecat. I am not ashamed to admit it. I have my own purrsonal slave AKA Mom, I spend my days lounging in the sun, I am most beautiful (if I do say myself, dahlings...) and I live on Woodview Lane. I have the finest toys and kitty stuff money can buy (my purrants always explain that they have to go to work to make the money to pamper the princess...)

And I have a very handsome lil devil of a fiancee who treats me like royalty....PICASSO! *kisses his nose*

I betcha there are a lot of other Desparate HouseCats on Catster.....maybe we should have our own show!!!

Purrs to my peeps,
Chloe Cake

Can I be any cuter??!!??!!

Mom says that to me all the time. She finds absolutely everything that I do amazingly cute.

"AW, David, look at Chloe!" she says all the time to my Daddy. I could be just sleeping peacefully and my hovering Mom (just like Lucy's mom!) thinks I am adorable. Dad agrees with my cuteness but after 400 times a day of directing his attention towards me, he has seen enough.

I could be giving myself a pedi (which I do all the time...must look good for my guy, Cassi!) or gazing out of the slider and I'm so frickin' cute Mom can't stand it!!

I don't think I can get any CUTER!!!

Your gal pal,
Chloe Cake (yep, another nickname. I told Mom not to say it around Harley cuz he may try and eat me. Slim eats anything.)

Extra Special Lovings Today!

I'm not spoiled. I just have a very well trained Mommy.

I LOVE....I'm tellin' ya....I LOVE my Mommy's pillow. I was NOT happy when the rooster started cock-a-doodle-doodling this morning at 5:00 AM. This made Mom wake a little too early, thus interrupting MY beauty sleep. HHHRRRMMPPPPFfff...fff..t!!

So my Mom made the bed as usual. This is quite a process cuz Mom has a ton of throw pillows. And she is quite obsessive about everything being in its place. Today, however, since she was feeling bad about stirring me (and Dad) a little too early, she kept her pillow out for me to sleep on.

ALL DAY!

Yup, Catster crazies, you heard right. I slept on that puppy from time she left til the time she got home. She knows that cuz Dad stopped home during the day and tapped my hiney to get up for some food.

NOPE.

Grandmew stopped over to drop some goodies off and she couldn't stir me.

NOPE.

When Mom did get home, however, I did the treat trot big time! Now, this evening, since I am so well rested.....I'm pork choppin' the heck out of my favorite toy carrot.

Life is sweet.
the princess of pork chops, Chloe

PS. Mom's eyes just dried after reading Catsy's diary. Catsy was called to the Bridge this week. Her story is remarkable. Rest in peace, Catsy, and know that your spirit and determination lives on in little girl cats like me.

Cassi's Mommy Sent My Mommy a Giftie!

That future mother-in-law of mine is just SO sweet! How many can really say they like their M-I-L?? (Actually, my Mommy gets along with hers fabulously!!)

At any rate, Mom came home to a package from Barbi. She had sent her a cool Planet Hollywood key chain from her recent trip to Las Vegas. She also enclosed a note to let her know that she was thinking about my Mom.

You're so sweet, Miss Barbi!!

love, Chloe

PS. I have been an extra super duper snuggle bunny with my Mommy. Dad got home very late from work and had to get back up at 4 AM to go back in. The life of a police officer.....

Well, Dad was looking all over for me. All he could see was Mom's wild hair strewn about the pillows. After further inspection of Mom's hair, he noticed 4 white paws sticking up.I was hunkered down so deeply on Mom's pillow that all he could see was my tootsies pointing to heaven. And then he laughed cuz we both were snoring in unison.

Da Mom and Da Gurl!!

XXOO

World War 3

Happened at our house last Monday evening. It has been a rough week for our family so I'm just getting to tell you about it now.

Mom had just arrived home from a very long and boring school board meeting. She sat down with Dad to catch the last part of the Phillies game. All seemed well.

Well...

I was minding my own business next to the sliding door in our gathering room. Here comes Harley and he is possessed. Really possessed. He started making these God awful noises that Mom has never heard in her 41 years of having cats. (She grew up on a farm and "kitty" was her first word *teehee*) Well, I started making the same awful sound back to him. I ain't steppin' down even though he outweighs me by over 15 lbs!!!! We've had our issues in the past but they have been resolved forever and at any rate, we never fought like this! It was loud and scary and Mom jumped into action before a full fledged cat fight broke out. She scooped me up and threw a pillow at Harley. He was hissing and spitting so Mom and I ran like a bat out of hell upstairs while Dad tried to calm Slim Shady (Harley's new nickname) down. My lil kitty heart was thumpin' away and that ain't good for me at all. I was snorting and wheezing and was all sorts of fired up.

Mom didn't sleep at all that night. She had one eye open just in case we started to brawl. I slept peacefully on her head and Harley jumped on the bed in the morning.

We acted like nothing ever happened.

Mom and Dad were talking about how crazy cats can be! Well, as she left for work the next morning (looking a little bleary!!) she spotted a black cat in the back yard.

BINGO!

The cat must have been on the patio and that is what Harley saw. He was reacting to that cat and I assumed he wanted to duke it out with me. Being the pork choppin' momma, I said, " Bring it on!" If only I had turned around, we both could have been on the same team and fighting the strange black cat.

Now that's a duo that no cat would want to mess with!

Love and Pork Chops, Chloe
AKA Twinkie...yet another nickname I have aquired

ENOUGH.

Mom is saddened and outraged. Another fallen police officer in Philadelphia.

Highway Patrol Officer Patrick McDonald was murdered yesterday. By a convicted felon who should have NEVER been on the streets.

The scary thing was that my Dad was working a case downtown yesterday. He had gone through that intersection many times. As a law enforcement family, you never take anything for granted. There are no simple goodbyes.

I'm going to live my life
like every day is my last,
with out a simple goodbye
it all goes by so fast.

My mom also has to help one of her students bury her two children. They perished in a terrible house fire over the weekend. They were just 4 and 3 years old. They were completely joyful in their short life.

Our Catster furiends, please, if you are so inclined....stop and say a prayer for Heaven's 3 new angels.

You'll never be forgotten:
Officer Patrick McDonald, Tyrone and Tyhzier Hill.
Rest in Peace.

And hold close in your thoughts the boys' young mother, Jessica. Her 11 year old brother Brian also perished in the fire.

PS. It is days like these that I really snuggle with Mommy to remind her of the good things in life......like KITTIES!

Prance! Prance! Flirt! Flirt!

There were some good lookin' men in my house today for 6 1/2 hours! Boy, did I pour on the charm. (Don't worry, Cassi...it was harmless flirting...I only have eyes for you!)

The Verizon men installed FIOS today. I assisted in every aspect of the installation. Dad stayed home to oversee the project and told the one worker, Dan, that he could give me treats if he wanted. See, Dan said he had never ever seen such a beautiful girl cat. He was enchanted. As a result, I ate about 2 packages of treats.

*tee hee*

Mom came home an hour early from work because she wasn't feeling well. She could tell at once that I had completely jonesed Dan into treats when she saw the empty treat bags. I just looked at her with a knowing smirk.

Girls just wanna have fun!!

love, Chloe the Q-E

We got a postcard from Picasso's pawrents in Las Vegas!!!

*chases Harley's poof of a tail*

Mom was so tickled to receive a very nice postcard from Barbi and Rob while they are in Las Vegas! How thoughtful of them! Mom got as mad as a hornet today at work (very unusual, Mom is usually the peace keeper) and chewed Dad's ear off on the phone the whole way home about it. Then she received the postcard and it really made her smile! She read it to Harley and me and it sounds as if they are having a fun, albeit hot time! Here's hoping they win big!! They are also missing their babies and boy, we know what that is like. Mom couldn't wait to get home after her vacation to hold us tight.

Love to all Kitties!
Chloe

Another fallen officer laid to rest

Someone killed a policeman today
and part of America died.
A piece of our country she swore to protect
will be buried with her at her side.

Rest in peace, narcotics strike force Officer Isabel Nazario
An esteemed 18 year veteran of the Philadelphia Police Department
and more importantly, the mother of a 15 year old girl.
Our family grieves over another senseless murder of our sister in blue.

You will never be forgotten.

Pork Chops to Mommy's Work!

HHHRRRPPHHHFFFfff...pppt...

I miss my Mom during the day.

A lot.

I wish it was the summer of da Mom and da Gurl again. Mom tries to explain that she and Dad have to go to work to make the money to buy the treats but I still don't like it.

Not one bit.

Harley and I actually have bonded in missing Mom. When we hear her car pull in the driveway, we both run to the foyer and wait to hear the key open the door. And there she is. Our Mom. She is as excited to see us as we are to see her.

And then I immediately do the treat trot into the gathering room. I get to my bowl and then I prance my front paws back and forth while making squeaking sounds.

It is music to Mom's ears after a long day of work with at-risk teenagers. Just what the doctor ordered!!

We are sorry that we haven't kept up with our Catster furiends as we did in the summer. Once Mom gets acclimated back to teaching, we will try to be better with our pictures and diary.

Your loving Chloe

But for the grace of God....

My first anniversary of my HCM diagnosis was August 28. When Mom received that sad prognosis, she thought that she only had a few short weeks with me. God had other plans.

Here we are, one year and a few days later, and I am still going strong. I am alive,I am vibrant and I am beautiful. But for the grace of God.......

We know that can change fairly quickly but we just take it one day at a time. We had the most gloriously relaxing summer together.I am living the most spoiled existence possible. Mom (and Dad,too!) are completely grateful for the gift of time that they believed was not in our future. But for the grace of God.....

Thank you to all my friends in Catsterland. Your purrs of prayers make the difference.

Love you all...
the most humble Chloe

What in tarnation?!?!?!?!?

Mom's getting up at 5:45 AM these days, leaves the house at 7:15AM and does not return until almost 5 PM! What gives?? Then she gets changes into funny looking clothes, leaves again, and comes home all sweaty!! HHHRPPHHpppf.....f!!! PORK CHOPS!

Oh yeah, she is back to work. Leaves us little time right now to catch up with our Catster furiends (Mom is on her lunch break right now!!) but we wanted to let you know that we are all doing well. I was a good little princess and allowed my grandmew to administer (almost) all my meds while my purrants were away for one last hurrah at the Beach!

Meow with y'all soon......and a shout out to my loverboy Picasso!

XXOO, Chlo-E-Q

Happy Labor Day!!! or Pork Chops to the Red Bag!!!

Not again. Mom had lugged out her red bag and is loading a bunch of clothes and several pairs of shoes into it. That can only mean one thing.

Road trip.

Oh, she has been warning me that she will be going to OCMD (Ocean City, Maryland) with her bestie, Donna to wind down a wonderful summer. You remember, it was the summer of da Mom and da Gurl!!! We did have fun. We are closer than ever. Mom is leaving tomorrow morning and Dad will go down early Friday morning with Donna's hubby. We aren't allowed on the computer when our purrants are away so we will meow with you all upon their return. Meanwhile, my grandpurrants will be over to spoil me and Harley with lots of love and treats. Oh, Mom just hopes I let Grandmew give me my pills!!

HAPPY LABOR DAY,Y'ALL!!

XXOO, the Chloe Gurl

Where does she want me to go??

That is the question. Mom is always telling me, "You Go, Gurl!" What a silly thing to say. I ain't goin' anywhere.... no way, no how! Not even trying to get back on the patio after the wild woman (aka Mom) swooped me up from there.

She is also invoking her cheerleading days....years and years and maybe even decades ago. I'm not just a gurl anymore.

I am a Gurl-Rah!

Oh cats, it is time she gets back to work. NO! *PORK CHOPS...I didn't mean it. Who will bestow upon me my much deserved adoration and treats????

And the big news in my house is that somehow Wad landed a girlfriend. A looker, in fact. She is a very special calico girl named Bonnie #789891. Check her out. He is smitten. He even told me that he will make a profound effort to lick his area. For her.

Now, That's love.

XXOOXXOO, the one and only soon to be Mrs. P, Chloe

Escaped!

*PORK CHOPS*!!

I got yelled at. Well, not really yelled at but more like strongly spoken to. By my personal slave. My Mom!

She took out an extra heavy garbage bag out to the can behind the shed. When she turned the corner to come back to the house, there I was.

On the patio!!!!!!!!!!!!

Apparently she didn't close the slider all the way and I managed to squeeze out. Sitting all pretty on the patio sniffing around!! So this is where Mom and Dad hang in the evening enjoying each other's company, cocktails and a nice dinner. Time spent away from me! *PORK CHOPS*!! I am not allowed outside for what I am told is my own good. HHRRPPHHFffff....

You cats, you should have seen my crazy Mom come a- runnin'! She even ran out of one of her flip flops. Well, that kinda scared me so I scurried to get back in and that is when she scooped me up and held me extra tight. MOM!!!

She held me like that for just a bit. She could tell I liked the summer air. She promised that pretty soon the air conditioner will be off and the windows will be wide open and I can get my sniffer a-goin' then.

But Inside! OK, I guess. Hey, I know where my bread is buttered!

XXOO, Chloe

Cluck Cluck Cluck...

OK, this is getting ridiculous! Dad thought Button the Rooster needed a girlfriend so now we have Baby Momma.

A hen.

I think the dude (meaning my Dad) has lost it, Man! Oh, Har Har and I have fun watching all the happenings outside. It is like a circus, or better yet, a zoo out there! We really laughed when Mom stepped in "bird droppings" this morning. She can hop pretty good for a 41 year old broad!!!

Check out the new pic on my page where I am examining Waddle's tail. I am so curious about the tuff of hair that was left on the end of his tail. I like to sniff it and that makes his flick it.

I am sad to say that the summer of Da Mom and Da Gurl is coming to an end in a few weeks. Mom has to go back to teaching. She loves loves loves her job (instructor for a teen parent program-helping young moms succeed and graduate from high school while taking proper care of their children) but she loves loves loves spending quiet time at home with me. Oh, and I guess Harley, too!! A perfect summer day is a good book, a glass of tea.....and ME!!

The weather in PA is purrrrrfect today. Make it a good day where you are, my crazy Catster family!

XXOOXXOO,
Your ever loving Chloe

COCK-A-DOODLE-DO!!

Mom could tell it in his eyes last night when Dad got home from work. He had a devilish smile and she knew he had concocted some sort of scheme. Turns out that he got us a rooster. Yep, you read right....a rooster!

Mom said she only dealt with furred babies not feathered. No matter, this rooster was Dad's pet project. You see, we live in the woods and we share our land with lots of wild creatures and we love them all....except for squirrels. These *&*(^&* squirrels have been very damaging over the years, particularly to Mom's vehicles. They caused thousands and thousand of dollars of damage to Mom's old Jeep Grand Cherokee and now are eating her Explorer. Dad just bought a 2008 Dodge Ram Big Horn quad cab......pretty tasty to a squirrel. And they have tried everything including coyote urine, moth balls and human hair. Nothing worked. So....

We now have a rooster named Button. Harley and I are very busy supervising this strange creature from the comforts of our home. We keep looking at each other like, What the heck??!!

Just as long as we don't have to share Mom with Button!!!

MEOW!
Chloe

A Pawkage from my Picasso!

PORK CHOPS....to Mom! She still hasn't gotten new batteries for the camera so I can't take any pics right now. I really want you all to see what Cassi sent me.

First, I got a beautiful framed picture that Mom is going to put on our nightstand. I say "ours" cuz I'm always on it, drinking from her cup in the middle of the night. Also, she has a great pic of Dad in his police uniform so we thought that we would add Cassi and that we could have both of our men watching over us as we sleep!! We sleep all wrapped up in each other!! He also sent a pic from his 2nd birthday party.

I also got a pendant that says "Protect this cat", it is so beautiful! I don't wear a collar anymore since I've gotten it stuck on various things a couple of times so Mom is going to pin it to my bed. I'm so grateful that Cassi is protecting me from afar.

Hey, I've finallly come to accept that the space alien is simply Harley, sans fur. Gotta admit, it's a strange sight. Well, I kinda like the "little" devil so I'm back to sniffing his butt. That's a sign of endearment!!!


Thanks again Cassi, I love you and love all my Catster furiends!!

The CHLO-E-Q ness

If it kinda looks like Wads, and kinda smells like Wads....

Is it really Wads?

With that wack a doodle hairdo? You should see how he looks from behind! Oh, I sniffed him a lot and I stared at him a lot and I am pretty convinced it's my baby bro.

I even shared a meal with him today. And no, the meal was not pork chops (heehee)!

I am so glad that even though I have long beautiful hair that I have never ever had a napper.

XXOO,
Space Alien watcher,
Chloe

THERE'S A SPACE ALIEN IN MY HOUSE!!!

Mom came home with what I thought was my brofur, Wads. Instead, when she opened the carrier, out stumbled a strange being. To that, I tripled in size and started hissing and growling. Where, oh where, is my Waddles???

Mom cried all the way home. He looks so different. It was a necessary thing to do and his hair will grow back but still......

She promised him never again to put him through it. He is still quite groggy and is not eating (Mom felt the Earth tip on its axis when Harley refused food!) This are all normal after being "put under."

I'm a-scared of him, BIG TIME. Mom told me that his shaved body feels like velvet. She is giving him all the attention tonight and for once, that is fine by me.

Thanks to all of our catster furiends who meowed well wishes for Harley. Bonnie and Snickey were right there (Harley has a fishing date with Bonnie this weekend....) as was Muffin and of course, Chloe's beloved Cassi.

Harley still looks a little woozy so Mom will post pictures when he is more like himself.

XXOOXXOO

Where, Oh, Where is my Wads??

Come home, Harley (Wads)......I promise not to pork chop you any more! I've been running around the house checking all your nap spots (and there are many many of them) and I can't find you.

I MISS YOU!

There, I said it. Waddles isn't so bad. In fact, he's kinda great. You never know what you got until it's gone.

Well, Mom meowed to me that he is at the (pork chop) vet. I saw her struggling with him this morning to get in his carrier......which happens to be a dog carrier cuz he is so large. (I won't even call him that "F" word (fat) if he would just come home!) Let's just say that it was a very very very long car ride for both of them which ended in the Explorer smelling like a litter box. Yup, you guessed it.....he doo dooed himself. Mom felt so so bad. She knows that he really needed this visit for a Lion's Cut but wished he wasn't so darn scared.

AW, poor poor Wads. I told Mom that she needs to give him special treats and lovin' when he gets home. And instead of my usually pork chop on his nose, he's gonna get a great big wet kitty kiss from his big sis....

XXOO, Harley's sister, Chloe

PS. note from Mom: seriously, Chloe is checking out all of the rooms, meowing away. She is not happy that her pesky brofur is not here. It's kinda cute!

7:00 PM

Doomsday is rapidly approaching.....(dum da dum dum daaaa.....)

7:00 PM. The exact time when all **** will break loose in our otherwise serene home.

The time the food, treat, and water dishes will be removed. Looking at Wads right now, he has no clue how his future will unfold. A llloooonnnggg time without filling his insatiable belly. No "poop" fuel for his "duty." It could get ugly in a bit.

Hey, wait....it just occurred to me. MY food, treat, and water dishes will be gone, too. NOT FAIR! I'm still looking for the other .5 lbs that I lost!!! OK, that is grounds to go pork chop Har Har right on his big fat nose.

PS. Mom just meowed to me that she is going to feed me in seclusion. No worries, but he still deserves a pork chop. I wonder how he will look tomorrow after his (cowardly) lion's cut??!!??!! Tune in tomorrow..........

XXOO, CHLO-A-LIOUS

Lost.....and then Found!!!!

Hey Y'all Pussycats!!

Remember when Mom was so worried that I lost .9 lbs??? Well, I found at least .4 lbs. of my lost weight recently due to my voracious appetite! Mom wondered if I snuck off to McDonald's for a quarter pounder! I am eating like it will be an Olympic sport in Bejing and I am going for the gold!

Yeah, Baby!

The other night Mom was making chef salads for dinner, one of Dad's favs. An unsuspecting piece of Boar's Head low salt turkey landed on the floor and I slurped that up like it was evidence. Now, I usually turn my nose at all human food but this I liked so Mom gave me a little. I loved it!

And Wads (Harley) and I meowed with each other and we were wondering if any of you have a crazy mom? We sure do!! She now calls us the "two-twos." "Why??", you may ask.
Well, she runs around the house saying, "I've got two good kitties!" which has been shortened to the dreaded "two-twos!" Harley does not want any thing to do with our new nick name since it sound so feminine. He is a man's cat. Tuff!!

Rock on, anti-dogs, Rock on!

XXOO,
The better half of the "two twos"...Chloe the Q-E

I Am P.C. !!!!!

No, silly kitties. I don't mean politically correct.

I AM PORK CHOPPIN"! again! Mom bought Waddles (AKA Harley) and me two new cool catnip toys. Mine is a tiger and Wad's is a lion (cuz next week he goes for his lion's cut!) Hhhmm, more like cowardly lion, if you ask me! Well, I have claimed both after sufficiently giving them the pork choppin' of their lives. Then I laid over both and smirked at Harley like, "Bring it on, big boy!" He blinked his dumb big eyes and waddles away.....

He doesn't know it yet, but next week for his lion's cut, he will not be able to eat from 7 PM the night before until after his appointment! It will be h **l in our house that night. Mom has to drop him off at 8 AM and he won't get picked up until after 5 PM. Hey....wait! I think I'm gonna miss the cutie. He was real sweetie when I was under the weather and gave me a kiss on the nose when I got home from the (pork chop) v-e-t.

Nap Time, Y'all!!
XXOOXXOO your everloving Chloe

I Pork Chopped Ernie, the Resident Kitty at my Vet's Office!

Well, I had to! He stuck his nose where it did NOT belong, sniffing around my new designer cat carrier so I just pork chopped him through the mesh and he scurried away like his heiney was on fire! I told him, "I'm not that kinda girl and my heart belongs to Picasso."

Speaking of hearts, today was the big day. V-E-T. Mom was nervous. She got up at 5:30 AM (after falling asleep around 2:00 AM) and got herself over to the hospital to get her bloodwork taken. All routine stuff- and then she spent a long time with me. Finally, with much resistance from me, she got me in my new carrier. Quite plush, I must say. (pics to follow, Dad took the camera to work today) By the way, I have a purse that matches the design on my carrier so of course, I had to take that with me. The trip is about 40 minutes long and I tried every tactic to get out of the appt. I cried, I screamed, I moaned, I sniffled. No such luck.

I arrived at the V-E-T's office and every worker came to fawn over me. "Look how gorgeous!", they all exclaimed. HHRRMMPPHHH...as if I didn't already know! When Mom pried me out of the carrier, I literally clung to her. My front paws were around her neck and my back legs were tucked in and I had my face buried in her neck. I was like a tick. Mom sang her two songs to me which are "You are my Sunshine" and "Hush Little Baby." She sounded terrible as usual.

Doc G. weighed me and I,indeed, have lost weight. I was 10.1 at last visit (Nov.) and now am 9.2. Not so good, but maybe my recent illness and lack of eating was to blame. He listened to my heart and said, "Irregular beats" and Mom could feel tears welling in her eyes. She willed herself NOT TO CRY. It's funny cuz Mom has been through a lot in her life but the thought of me not being well is enough to make her leak tears.

BUT...when the EKG and echocardiogram was performed, everything looked like it did one year ago.The vet felt a lot better after these procedures. I did not peep one word throught the whole hour long procedure.....I just kept looking at my Mommy with saucer eyes and trust. She stroked and comforted me every step of the way. "NO CHANGES!", Dr. G declared. To a HCM patient, that is huge. This is a degenerative illness that will not get better so no change is a pawsome thing! My left atrium is about double in size to what it should be, but again, that was the same reading as last year (when the doc gave me a few weeks prognosis!) There really are no guarentees but this was the best outcome we could have hoped for. I still had irregular rhythm but not as much as in the beginning of the appointment. The good doc contributed that to stress. Oh....I was stressed (think Kramer in Seinfield!) And my blood pressure was the same as last year, a little low. Mom still giggles when the little kitty cuff is whipped out!

I was quiet on the way home. When Mom opened the door, Harley was right there. He lumbered over and gave me a kiss on the nose. "Where wasz ya, Sis?"

Who would have thunk we would have come so far.

I love you all. Thank you for your out pouring of well wishes.

XXOO

Great Day In the Morning!

(Even though it's late at night! This is the favorite expression of our favorite DJ- Pierre Robert on WMMR in Philadelphia!)

'Twas a great day! Picasso had one heck of a pawty sponsored by his great furiend Fido! He is officially 2 years old today. Happy Birthday sweet heart and many many more together!

And guess what.....I pork chopped! A lot! I got my brofur Har Har, my catnip carrot and the bunny that hopped on our patio! Well, not really since I'm not allowed outside but I pork chopped the slider just to show who is boss! ME! Feline Groovy!!

I was trying to convince Mom that I didn't need no stinkin' vet. She said,"No Way, Jose!...you are going!" I need to get an exam to get a refill on my prescription any way so I really can't get out of it. I will be traveling in style, however. Mom bought me a froofy and girly "designer" pet carrier. Think Paris Hilton. OK...don't...YUCK!
But it is really cute and has a furry inside. Oh, I'll yell for the whole 40 minute trip up, I'll be completely shy and timid and cling to Mom through the appt. and then I'll be snortin' mad on the way home. Mom get a little teary through these appointments since my HCM diagnosis. Also, I get so upset that I literally try to make myself as small as possible. Don't worry...my Mom won't let anything bad happen to me!

I'll fill all my furiends in tomorrow about the (cuss word) V-E-T!

XXOO

"It's a beautiful thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mom said that twice today.

First, when she gave me my breakfast and I licked away like a champ. I really don't actually eat much of the moist food but I sure do like the gravy. And then I ate some treats! And drank my ice water like a good lil gurl! Mom can tell that I have lost weight so she continues to shower me with goodies. Sometimes I eat them, sometimes I don't. Gurl Cat gets to do what ever gurl cat wants!

The second time was when she got on Catster and saw that I was Diary Pick of the Day! Zowie! I received so many nice paw mails and rosettes. Thanks to all my furry furiends for making my page look so purty. I love you all. And so does Mom. And Dad. And Har Har. And Roscoe, who overlooks everything with love from the Bridge. Mom sure wishes she had Catster back when Roscoe was making his journey to the Bridge. Scooty (Roscoe's nick name) was healthy until June 2005 and his physical presence left her on July 5 at 2:45 PM. (I say that cuz his pictures adorn our house and he is still remembered on a daily basis)That was a tough month but she got through it with family and friends. Now, she feels like she has a ton of understanding friends and she hasn't even met in person!! Doesn't matter. Connections are connections and she is sure glad for all of you.

NOW.....(drum roll, please....) the fun stuff:

PICASSO TURNS 2 YEARS OLD TOMORROW! Yippee Doodles! Mom finally finished my gift to him. I can't wait to see if he likes his pressies. He sure was generous for my 9th birthday!

Off to wrap his gifties...Tootles!

XXOOXXOOXXOOXXOOXXOOXXOOXXOOXXOOXXOOXX OOXXOXOXOO

A VERY Humble (and Grateful) Lil Gurl Cat (and her Mom)

Oh my cats in heaven, what an outpouring of love and purrayers from all of my special furiends in Catsterville........My Mom leaked from her eyes when she saw all the rosettes, special gifts, and paw mail letting us know that you had your purr engines going for me.

We both want to especially that my super sweet and loving fiancee Picasso and his unbelievably nice and supportive Mommy, Barbi. My Mommy knew that she would say the right things and then pass the word on to everyone that I was under the weather. Cassi is such a popular kitty on Catster, so I guess that makes me cool, too!!

Here is the news: I AM FEELING BETTER! Oh, I'm still not up to pork choppin' but I am eating (not as much as usual, but still....) and I am drinking my ice water and I'm not just sleeping on Mom's pillow all day. Poor Mom has been a mess these past few days, getting up at all hours to check on me and nursing me like the overprotective Mom that she is. See, she was so worried that I may have the beginnings of heart failure. The symptoms are the same as in humans: lethargy, lack of appetite etc. It becomes very dangerous when breathing is rapid, which my breathing hasn't become, thank the Good Lord above, he has been hearing all my furiends purring fur me (:

But, get this, I have started peeing on the rugs again. I haven't done that in months. Mom didn't care..........she clapped cuz she was happy I had to pee (crazy, huh?!?!?)

So, when she called the V-E-T this morning, she found out that he is on vacation until Thursday. She really likes him the best so we have an appointment in the morning. I'll get to use my brand new froofy and girly pet carrier that she bought for me. Girl Cat has to look good!
She has the ER animal hospital on speed dial but we think (and hope) that we won't have to go there.

Maybe I just have a slight infection. I did sniffle a few times yesterday but haven't since then. This is the first time that I have displayed any signs of illness since my HCM diagnosis I received on Aug. 28, 2007. So it makes sense that my Mommy would be so worried. Heck, even Dad is overly vigilant. That tough guy is mush in my paws.

I did my scalp massages on Mom this morning and I am grooming myself again. I purr when Mom touches me (which is all the time) and I did do my MC hamper time today. All good signs.

And love is worth all this fuss.

OK..so we want to thanks Cassi and his Mom again for the tulips for my Mom and for the candle for me. Your love is my reward.

Thanks to Patchez, the family of Piewackit, Shadow, Zeke and Lacey, and the family of Drifter, Mouse, Purdie, Muffin and more for the heart rosette. My big sweet heart beats for your friendship.

Thanks to Phoebe for tulips. Pretty Girl!

And my special gifts mean so much to us!

I received a burning candle of good wishes from Sally (ILM), Lucy and Sophie; from Hunter, Munky and Ozzy; from Mercy and family; and from Bellsnickle. Thanks guys. Really.

Alfie and his brofurs and sisfurs sent a bright orange sun to brighten my day....and it did!

And I love the "Power of the Paw" giftie from Isis. It works. Love You for it.

And lastly, the paw mails from my guy, Cassi and from Margo and Sky signed my guestbook.

WOW. Humbled and Grateful. To Say the Least.

Now I have to get myself all better for July 30, 2008.....PICASSO'S 2nd BIRTHDAY! PURRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Pawkage from my Princely Picasso!

I received a pawkage in the mail from my beloved Cassi! It had Tigger stickers on it and everything! Inside, you wouldn't believe what I saw:

Cassi has his own personalized stationary! Too cool. Also enclosed were my FAVORITE treats.....Good Life Salmon and Greens flavored. Yum-O! These are the very treats that I receive in the master bathroom at all hours of the day, but mostly whenever someone gets up in the middle of the night to potty. I bee-bop in there and get loaded on treats (usually cuz my humans are only half awake at that time!)

He is so thoughtful to send them. His Mommy had to hide them from the other kitties in his house and she forgot to include them in my birthday pressie pawkage. By the way, I am still lovin' my blanket! Thanks so much, my furry fiancee!

PS. Mom is going to write about the crazy cat circus that occured early early this morning.............................

Chloe, Stair Master Extraordiare

Miss Chloe, PhD.

That is how smart Mom says that I am.

Brains AND beauty in one ten pound package!!!

Mom has been contemplating getting her doctorate in education. On her recent trip (pork chops to trips!), her Uncle Dale kept insisting that she should. He has his PhD. in biomedical chemistry....whatever the heck that is! He is a scientist who works on research related to all things optical. He even had one of his projects aboard the Space Shuttle! But even he isn't as smart as me.

You see, my pet stairs have arrived. Mom was a little nervous that I would just stare at them quizzingly. They have 4 nicely padded stairs and is hunter green. Mom put them next to her bed and started calling words of encouragement.

You want me to do what?? I thought.

But then the lightbulb in Mom's brain (which gets a little dimmer in the summer months) went off. She pulled the delicious looking pony tail holder out of her hair.

That is all it took, baby.

I went bee-bopping right up those puppies and I have used it regularly ever since. I startled Mom a few times last night since I am so stealth.

I am so smart. My bro, Har Har, on the other paw, isn't. At all. He is still trying to figure out if it is something he can eat. If not, he is not interested.

I think I will write my dissertation on the fine art of pork choppin'!

Purrs to my Peeps,
Dr. Chloe

Where Wasz Ya, Mom???????

I missed my Mom. A lot.

I slept on her pillow all day long and screamed in Dad's ear for treats at 4 in the morning. It just wasn't the same as it is with Mom.

Meanwhile, Mom was visiting her Aunt Sandy right outside of Boston and she missed me. A lot. There were no cat hats to be had anywhere. She could not sleep well without me. ( Dad was a little jealous that is wasn't him that she missed!!)

She would talk to Dad everyday and her first question was,"How is the lil gurl??" Dad told her that I was depressed. That didn't help Mom who was 400 miles away. So, she gave Dad detailed instructions on my very particular ways and he tried to keep up but couldn't manage my diva schedule.

When Mom finally arrived home, I just about tackled her and then proceeded to direct her to my treat bowl. I pleaded...please don't leave me again! I didn't have 24/7 attention! Mom was soooo happy to see me....and now we are back to the summer of da mom and da gurl!

PS. Mom had a great time on her trip. Her Mom also went so it was like a girls getaway. They did a lot of fun stuff. As a girl, Mom's favorite book was "Little Women." She was able to go to the house of Lousia May Alcott and see the very desk where that book was written. Cool Beans!! They also spent a full day in Boston touring all the historical sites doing the Freedom Trail. It is so humbling to know the sacrifices made so that we may enjoy freedom now. God Bless Our Patriots!!

Pork Chops to the Luggage............

Oh Noooooo, she is at it again. Mom got that red thing out that means she is going away. PORK CHOPS! I know Dad will still be here but he just doesn't understand the complete daily devotion that I require. He has to go to this place called work to make the dough to buy the treats.

At least that is what he tells me every morning as he heads out of the door.

Oh well, I can't be too upset. My Mom is treating Grandmew to a trip to Massachusetts to see her sister (Aunt Sandy to Mom). They will only be gone a few days and I know she will miss me as much as I will miss her.

And then we can resume da summer of da Mom and da Gurl!!

*mc hamper time*

Good Girl!!! Bad Boy!!

Chloe and Mom's version:

I am such a good girl and Harley is such a bad boy! Twice during the night Mom woke up to my yelling as Harley tried to attack me! His big a** jumped me while I attempted to hop on the bed. Oh cats, Mom was steaming mad at him. He got a stern lecture at 2:45 AM about his terroristic ways.

Al Qeda kitty.

PS. Mom just ordered pet stairs for me for her bed (from Dr. Foster and Smith.....a great place for all things "cat"!) Seems I'm getting a little "mature" these days and sometimes I have difficulty jumping on the bed. HHRRPPHH.................ppth.....................

Overhelmed, Part Two

You made my 9th birthday magical, Catster furiends. I've come such a long way from the shy and timid lil girl that I was just a few years ago.

So...guess what my handsome fiancee sent me for my birthday...I got a beautiful double sided blanket that I am fighting my brofur, Harley, over. On one side it is silky and the other side is fleecy and I just LOVE it! I also received 2 very nice cards, a large pillow and several small catnip pillows that Auntie Barbi made. (oops...one ended up in my water dish....I got to pork chopping it and when Mom found it...she saw me drinking catnip water....Yum!) I also got a toy and a strength medallion...and everything was so nicely decorated. Thanks again, my betrothed Cassi and Mommy...we do have pics that will be posted............

And again, thanks to all my furiends that sent rosettes and gifties...you all know that feline hypotrophic cardiomyopathy is an icky thing so celebrating my birthday is X-tra important!!

XXOO,
THE CHLOE GURL

Can't control my Licker!

That is what Mom says when I spot a photograph. I must lick it like a woman who can't control her licker. Outrageous!

This is the only thing I lick, other than myself, of course. And I am still playing tug of war with Mom and her pony tail holder (she used to have short short short hair and is now letting it grow out....whole other story!)

I have pics to post showing off all my birthday pressies from the one and only love of my life, Picasso. OH WEE, Harley and I are battling over the blanket. He is such a sissy la la.....doesn't he know it is pink and froofy and it is for girls??!! Dad says he is a metrosexual cuz he still loves his oversized squirrel tail to be blown dry with Mom's hairdryer.

He is a blouse, for sure!!

XXOO

Overwhelmed!

That describes how I feel (and Mom, too) about the outpouring of love and friendship as I celebrated me 9th birthday! (Well, the SPCA said that I was an "old girl"....HHMMPPHH and PORK CHOPS.... and they estimated that I was 6 years old when I was adopted . July 7th was really my 3rd anniversary in my furver and loving and spoiled home!...making me "about" 9 years old)

First and foremost, thank you to my special and thoughtful fiancee Picasso for throwing me a surprise birthday party! So many of you stopped by and also sent me well-wishes. I felt like a princess. And this morning, Mom and me were sleeping in a bit when at 9 AM we heard the post man on our porch. Dad had gotten called out to a homicide at 3:45 AM and we had a hard time getting back to sleep. We jumped out of bed and ran to the porch and lo and behold, there was a box all decorated. Can you guess who it was from?!?! (hint: handsome raggie!)

Mom spent the day with her Daddy who isn't feeling so hot. This weather is tough on him as he has COPD (please, people..we beg of you...Stop Smoking!) She just got in and is feeling a little bushed so we will update you with pics and details of my gifties in the next few days. Let's just say that I had to pork chop Harley a few times when he tried to steal my toys. Thanks again my loving Cassi and his mommy Barbi!!

Speaking of Harley, he went on a date to a Mousersize class with Bonnie. "Harley and Bonnie sitting in a tree...k-i-s-s-i-n-g!!"

Oh, and guess what...when Mom woke up, she thought I was chewing her hair. Really what I did was pull out her pony tail holder as she slept and then we played tug of war with it.

Mom won.....but barely.

In Memory

ROSCOE P. BEARCAT
aka Scooty

March 11, 1989-July 6, 2005

How many cats do you know that could halt a college homecoming parade??? Yep, this cat did.

We love you, Roscoe.

Harley Pork Chopped Grandmew!!

Oh my cats!

Here is what happened:

Grandmew was visiting Mom. She will be taking care of us while my parents go away, again, to the beach for 5 days. However, this time, Grandmew is in charge of my pills. We are all a little nervous as we know that I can be a real bee-otch in that department. So they decided to do a dry run. Mom showed her how she holds me and gets those stinkin' pills in me.

No problem.

Now it was Grandmew's turn to pretend. She had me in a cradle hold and next thing I knew, Harley was trying to bite her, was growling at her and had pork chopped her! He was defending ME! Mom had never seen him exert so much energy and he never ever hits, bites or growls!! And he normally loves Grandmew because she sneaks him lots of treats.

Holy Pork Chops, CatMan!!

I guess he really does love me. Well, on July 7, it will be three years that we've been in our furever home together.

We've come a long way, baby!!

Happy 4th of July to all our furiends in Catster Land. It's great to be an American. God Bless our troops, our police and firemen and those that love them.

Chloe Gurlie

A Christmas Carol in July....modified version!!

Sung to the tune of " Santa's Too Fat for The Chimney"....


"Harley's too fat for the dog door, too fat for the dog door, so open the door and let poor Harley Cat up".....


No, we do not have a d-o-g (cuss word) but Dad installed a small dog door when Roscoe was still alive so that Scooty could go up and down to the basement as he pleased. Roscoe's litter box was down there but other than that, he preferred to be upstairs.


Me, well....I am much too much of a princess to use that dang door. Instead, I stare at the door and scream until Mom comes over to opens it up for me. Then, I sit on the first step and stare at her. I immediately want to return to the upstairs. It's a fun game that I play that causes Mom to say "spoiled lil gurl!!" And because I refuse to ruffle my gorgeous fur by going through the door, our litter boxes are upstairs, right next to Mommy on the computer.

Dad rigged it so that Harley couldn't go downstairs as he pleased or otherwise we might never see him (I voted Yea on that motion but was defeated!) You see, Harley is a celler dweller. But if he snuck down, (he loves to try and trip Mommy when she has the laundry basket) Dad fixed it so that he could get back up through the door.

NOT ANY MORE!

Mom went downstairs this morning to throw a load of laundry in. Harley assisted. Several hours later, an indescribable noise occurred in our otherwise peaceful house. Harley got half way through the door and got stuck. Too fat. I actually felt sorry for my euphamistically called "little" brother. He probably could have made it through without Mommy assistance, but I think he got startled. No worries, Mom tended to him and he is none worse for the wear. Mom is worried about his girth. It seems that he is getting bigger when in fact, she is really monitoring his eating and he is never allowed any of my free flowing treats.

Check out my bro's page....Mom took a pic of him by the dog door. See for yourselves...my furry and fun furiends!!

The Pork Choppin' Momma
Chloe

Nails, Yo!

Yo!

Do any of your kitties out in Catster Land know about nails?? I just found out about them and I can not get enough nail action.

See, Mom's special day was Friday. She turned 41 with great dignity and style. First, Dad suprised her by taking a few hours off in the morning and making breakfast. When Mom came into the gathering room first thing in the morning, there sat the beautiful jewelry armoire that she wanted. She leaked from her eyes! Then, she had lunch with her Mommy and Daddy. Then, she met up with a friend and they went for 2 3/4 hours of pampering. She got a pedicure and a manicure! That is when she got the gel nails that I am referring to. When she came home, first thing she did was to skritch me with her new nails. I was in complete cat nirvana. When she skritched Harley, he looked like a cartoon kitty with his tongue out, drooling, and his eyes were rolled back into his head. Why the heck didn't she do that sooner?????? Pork Chops!

She was all gussied up cuz yesterday my purrants had a patio party. There was lots of food and lots of people. You guessed it....I was all in party mode and Harley spent the whole evening under the bed. Mom's one friend commented that she had never seen him. That's fine by me.....more adoring and treats for me!

Still lovin' this summer lovin'!!

*Kiss Kiss*......Chloe Gurl

Girls Rule! Boys Drool!

Can you believe that I had to pork chop my Daddy today!?!? He was misbehaving. He was teasing MY Mom and Harley was helping, too. It was girls against boys today in our house. Don't have to tell you who won...

Dad kept lovingly telling Mom to enjoy today because tomorrow is a whole new deal. Tomorrow Mom will actually be in her 40s. Yup, tomorrow is her 41st birthday and Dad was razzing her pretty good. He was all like, " 4o for one more day...then you'll be IN your fourties!" Like that is a bad thing!!!

HHRRMMPPHH...

Dad shut up pretty quickly when Mom shot back, "At least I'm not almost 50!!!" Tee Hee. He is only 46 but it sure was good ammunition.

Like I said, Girls Rule! Boys Drool!

Oh yeah, remember Mom's dentist appointment the other day?? I forgot to tell you all how the whole entire office staff, dentist included, was fawning over my picture. "That is the most beautiful cat!", they declared. As if Mom didn't already know.....

But she was humbled by the flattery and honored to be my Mommy. No, she was not subjecting people to her "kids' pictures" but when she was scheduling another appointment, my pic just happened to be in her planner. And the picture doesn't really do me justice. It is the one where I am "Princess Pillow Pirate." Mom went on the explain just how gorgeous my coat is. My white is like angel's wings, she said. My black is as sleek as onyx and my orange is like the color of autumn leaves. MOM! You embarrass me.

And I am also a cat hat.

That is what Dad calls it when I drape myself around Mom's head every morning. Hey, I don't want her body heat escaping so I nestle myself around her head and purr like the content calico girl that I am.

PPPPUUUURRRRRSSSS.............................

Mom's X-Cellent Adventure

My Mom is a Rock Star!

She saved a little pomeranian doggie from sure death. Here is the story as she told Dad and me:

Mom had to see her dentist for her 6 month cleaning and also because she had a small cavity to be filled. She is unlike most people in that the dentist does not bother her, in fact, she likes to go because her dentist is HOT. He looks a lot like Keanu Reeves and he is very very nice. It had been years and years since she had to get a tooth filled and had forgotten the weird sensation that novicane gives you. She did a little shopping after her appointment and had to reassure the sales person that she was, in fact, not drunk but slurring because of the effects of the novicane. She was tooling away, headed for home when all of a sudden, she saw a furry being fly out of a driveway and right into the path of her Explorer. She slammed on the brakes and all the packages and her purse went flying. There, in the middle of the road, was a little pomeranian doggie that proceeded over to the dead animal in the road and he started to try to drag it away to eat. YUCK! Mom was very concerned at this time since the road is very busy and there was a very sharp turn ahead that left them in a blind spot. She turned her hazards on and jumped out of the vehicle. Then, she started to halt traffic so that she could tend to the doggie. DUMB DOG! She was yelling for him to "Shoo" but he just kept munching away. YUCK! Then Mom started towards him and the dumb dog started growling at her! Now, this dog was a lot littler than Harley but his attitude was big. She eventually got him to run back down the driveway. At this point, there were cars and trucks backed way up and some were a little mad that Mom had cramped their style. Too bad!! Mom was driving away when something caused her to turn around and go down the driveway from where the little hellion came. She wanted to speak to the owner so that they were aware what the doggie did and to make sure it did not happen again. There were three houses down the driveway, all spread out. Mom parked her car and ran to the first.

No answer.

She ran through the woods to the second house.

No answer.

At this point, she could hear beeping along the road which lead her to believe that the doggie was back at it. Oh No, she thought! He will get hit for sure! She had to run back out to the road and "Shoo" him away again, stopping traffic yet again. Growling at her, again.

Mom was sweating now, novicane wearing off, and she headed for the third house. A very sweet little 80+ woman answered the door. What a sight Mom must have been! Slurring, Mom asked if she had a pomeranian to which the sweet woman answered "Yes." Mom told her what happened and they both went off in search of Shady. Yup, that was the dog's name.

Shady.

Shady is an indoor puppy that somehow escaped without her knowing about it. They found Shady chowing down under a pine tree on her property. The elderly woman was in tears and thanked my Mom profusely. She wanted to give her money for saving her doggie, which obviously was her only companion. Mom hugged the wonderful woman and said she was glad that she could help. She would do anything for an animal.

Even if it is a D-O-G!!

When Mom pulled in the driveway, Dad came over to give her a hug. One look could tell an adventure occurred. Dad teased Mom that only she could break into a sweat just by going to the dentist!

PURRS........

PS. The summer of da Mom and da Gurl is spectacular! We are enjoying each other SO much.

Summer Lovin'!!!

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink!

Know what the sound of that is, my special furiends in Catster Land?!?!

It is the sound of my perpetually filled treat bowl............

Summer lovin'!! Havin' a blast!!

First, I'd like to give long overdue thanks to my special furiends that recognized my DDP. I feel purry special that I was selected twice in one week. Maybe that is good karma for "The summer of da Mom and da Gurl!" (Dude, I swear my Mom is a head case. It is like we are Thelma and Louise!!)

My handsome and thoughtful fiancee continues to be supportive and sent my a great p-mail and also alerted his peeps in his playgroup. Cassi also sent me a beach ball to let me know he is so proud of me. Awh, sweetie...how'd I get so lucky to be blessed with your love?!?!

I also received a rose from Aunt Sydney Rose at the Bridge, as beautiful as ever. She was gracious enough to become my "Aunt" when I became engaged to Cassi. I am so proud and I know she has encountered my angel brother Roscoe up in the sky. Another rose was given by the family of Patchez, Kugo, Hooch, Precious and more. Thanks, guys, for making me feel soooo special.

On to "the summer of da Mom and da Gurl..."

It's been great! Except on Friday,(Mom's first day off) Dad had special plans for her. I could tell something was up when they had on their Harley gear. Dad had planned a day trip on their Fatboy...(no, silly, not by brother...although he almost is big enough to ride!) They ended up cruising around Maryland and at Chesapeake City for dinner and cocktails. Then, when they got home, they spent a long time outside with their firepit and something called martoonies! I wasn't so mad 'cuz Mom and Dad needed some time together. Dad had to work most of Saturday so it was ALL ABOUT ME! Well, Harley is getting a lot of attention also.

I am lovin' this summer lovin'!!!!

PURRS......................................... ....................................

Scary Twirly Thing....

Remember how Dad says that I was in the beauty line when the brains were given out????

HHRRMMPPHH!

In honor of Mom's last two days of work, I began my "early morning scalp massage and loud scream in purrants ears ritual" a little later than usual. Mom keeps reminding me that she stays up way late in the summer and likes to sleep in a bit in the morning. She was going in a little late this morning since there is not much left to do so I did not disturb her until 5:45 AM. I was in the midst of my thing, flopping back and forth on Mom's head all the while purring to high heaven when it happened.

Scary Twirly Thing.

I had my toes in the air when I saw what Mom later told me was the ceiling fan in the Master Bedroom going on slow speed. Now, mind you, I have lived here almost 3 years and this is the first time that I have ever reacted to it. In fact, there are 4 in my house that run most of the time, or so Mom tried to reassure me. Well, my pupils dialated and my ears became horizontal and I started to do the low crawl around the bed, my eyes pinned on the scary twirly things just in case I needed to provide it with a pork chop to let them know who is boss.

Then, I started making a strange noise. Couldn't help it.

"Meep! Meep!"

Mom thought she was sleeping with the Road Runner!

I looked at the Thing and then back at Mom and let out a "Meep! Meep!" (translation: Who put that there?)

Mom said, "Chlo, honey, it is just the ceiling fan. I promise it won't hurt you."

I said,"Meep! Meep" (translation: Are you sure Mommy?)

Mom said," Oh sweetie, no one or nothing will ever hurt you again. You are in you furever home."

I said, "PURRS PURRS!" and laid down next to Mom as she enveloped her body around mine.

Dad said," What the ****??!!" and we all snoozed a little longer.

NOTE FROM CHLOE'S MOM, BRENDA:

On August 28, 2007 I received the horrible news that Chloe had feline hypotrophic cardiomyopathy and at that point, the vet had given her a "few weeks" to live. I was scheduled to return to teaching the very next day. I was so frightened every day this school year that I would return and find her gone. Well, she has proven to be a very spunky and resilient gal. I fell in love with her outer beauty at first (she reminded me of my Roscoe's Mommy, Cleo) but it became evident very early on that her beauty lies within her, shining a light that we have all grown to adore.

I am finished teaching this Thursday and my plans namely are to be with Chloe this summer. I am asking all our Catster furiends that we have come to know and love to say a little prayer for Chloe that she may be granted what she so deserves.....more time here with her furever family.

From the bottom of our grateful hearts, thank you.

SWEET!

Okay, so I am a little behind the eight ball....Mom's fault as usual! When she hopped on Catster this morning, she realized that I was my pork choppin' diary was picked yesterday!

Sweet!

And I got so many gifties from my peeps! My loving and strong fiancee sent me a nice paw mail and a rose and a heart. Aw, sweetie, I wubs you a lot!

Also, my furiend muffin (sista) sent me a beach ball to play with, entrechat cat sent me a heart, and sausage and meatball (those names cracked Mommy up!) sent me a ladybug. Lucky sent me a paw mail with concats to me!

Sweet!

OK, I won't be mad at Mommy as she was purry busy with her Daddy and Hubby on Father's Day! She went to a special store where they sell homemade sausage and scrapple and fixed her boys breakfast sammies complete with egg and cheese. She also made hash browns and a lemon merange pie. They had a lovely breakfast out on the patio. They then went to an air show for the afternoon. Then Mom and Dad spent some quality time last night around the firepit......with a "few" martinis! They listened to their new XM and told stories about Dad's Dad who went to heaven 14 years ago at the young age of 62.

All in all, the day was like me.........

SWEET!

Thanks again to everyone who loves the gurl!! Oh, another funny thing that I do is whenever Mom says "Gurl!!" all funny like that, I stick my nose up in the air so that she can slide her hand across my face and between my ears. I'm loving that!! Oh, and I love my new bed that Mom surprised me with. Pics to follow....even FatBoy attempts to snuggle into it.

Ponderings from the Princess of Pork Chops

Why does Dad always say that I was in the beauty line and Harley was in the food line when the brains were given out??

Why must I always be the bird alerter in my house?? I sit at the slider and announce every birdy that goes by and Fat One just rolls over for another 23 hours of sleep??

Why is Mom soooo obnoxious?? Oh yeah, she only has 4 days left of teaching and then we have the whole summer to ourselves! Dude!!

Why is the treat bowl in the master bathroom right next to the scale? Is that a hint, Mom?? I alway sit on the scale after consuming my treats. I am maintaining my 10 lb. figure.

Why is Harley such a hog? I always have to sniff his "area" cuz he is not real good at keeping it clean. I overheard Mom tell Dad that tomorrow they are going to operate on his area. Dad brought home rubber gloves in preparation. Yikes!

Why does Mom wake up every morning with a crink in her neck? Oh yeah, that is because I command her pillow and she must adjust to sleeping on 1/20th of the pillow, just the tiniest little corner portion.

Why am I the Princess of Pork Chops?? Because I am Chloe, damn it! I am just a precious, thankful and loyal little "gurl"

PURRS..............................

PS. I love Picasso!!!!

1,050 days but who is counting????

That is roughly the number of days since being adopted and becoming the notorious Princess Pork Chop of Woodview. Today, my fatty and me celebrate 35 months of being in our furever home. When we first arrived home, Dad let Harley out of the cage and the dude went bonkers. Now, mind you, Dad never had a little kitten. (Yes, it is true, at one point Harley was little....) He leapt out of Dad's arms and manage to knock down every single nick nack on Mom's half wall in the kitchen. Dad's eyes got real big and he looked quizzingly at Mom like, "What the ****?"

Then, Harley climbed up the curtains. Dad was like, "What the ****?"

(Mom just sort of snickered. She likes fiesty furbabies. )

I hid under the chaise lounge for the evening. I was A-SCARED!

Now, I am spending our anniversary watching the bird feeder, making chittering noises and indulging in treats. Harley Hog is sleeping. Nothing new there!

PURRS!!

PS. We were sad to see that Big Brown did not attain the Triple Crown this evening. Mom was a nervous wreck pacing around the house all afternoon. She was nervous because of the slight fracture in his hoof that they just treated yesterday. We THANK GOD that he wasn't injured and that the jockey had enough courage to pull him up.

Lighting a candle for my Angel Brother, Roscoe

Mom just came in and had to wipe her eyes. She was outside visiting Roscoe's grave, it has been 35 months today that he made his journey to the beautiful, serene, and lovely Rainbow Bridge. You see, even though he may not be here physically, we all still sense his presence. We feel his love. We know that he watches from above. He is there with all the beloved kitties.

Heck, Roscoe really trained Mom! He taught her well and now both Harley and me are reaping the benefits!! Because of him, we have constant adoration and attention.....not to mention...

TREATS!

He broke in my Dad, the self described "former cat hater" into a cat lover. Dad never had the experience of being owned by a cat. Roscoe fixed that real quick. Dad fell in love with him. Dad slept on the floor with him during his final days. Dad cried when he died. (Dad's a cop that does not cry easily....)

There will never be another Scooty. We honor his memory this evening.

Chloe and family

PS. Let's all keep our paws cross for a safe race for Big Brown tomorrow at the Belmont Stakes. They are running him despite a fracture in this hoof. We would LOVE to see a Triple Crown winner (the first since Affirmed in 1978) but certainly not at the expense of the health of Big Brown. God Bless Big Brown and Keep Him Safe.

All that and a pack of crackers!!!!

HHRRMMPPHH!

That is NOW what my purrant say about me! They say that I am a lil lap cat and a lil chat cat...all that and a pack of crackers!

A little history here...

Many of you already know my less than optimal life a few years ag0, but for those who don't,here is a brief synopsis....

Once upon a time, a long time ago (3 years ago on July 6th to be precise), I was adopted. Oh cats, we had a rough time early on. I was a frightened lil girl with high hopes of finding a furever home. On that day, I was rescued from the clutches the shelter to settle into my princesshood . To say the least, we had an adjustment period.

Fast forward to present time...

Girl cat gets what girl cat wants. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Much to my Mom's utter amazement, I am now both a lap and a chat cat. I can't wait until for either my Mom (who hardly sits still) or my Dad to cozy into our leather couch. In a New York moment, I spring into action and plop myself down on their lap. I also can carry on quite a conversation. When I do this, Mom reminisces about Roscoe. That dude never shut up! Well, I have definately found my voice and I don't hesitate one moment to use it. Especially in the middle of the night! I also LOVE to assist Mom in the morning as she goes through her routine getting ready for work. (12 days left for any of you who are counting...haha.) I watch very closely as she applies her makeup. Mom likes to tell me exactly what she is doing....hey, maybe she will do my makeup when I wed my handsome Picasso!!

I am a lap cat and a chat cat.

And, apparently, a pack of crackers.

Don't tell Harley, he will try to eat me....

XXOO

PS. I have some new cute pics to post soon!!!

Chloe the Crumb

HHMMPPHH!

Another nickname is bestowed upon me.

Chloe the crumb or crumbinator, whichever my wackadoodle pawrents choose.

This one stems from the fact that, being the treat tramp that I am, I constantly demand the morsely goodie. No, I have not admitted that I am addicted or entered a rehab like so many stars these days. Rehab is for quitters, and I am certainly NOT a quitter.

Here's what I do with the treat.....I consume it and then manage, every single time, to spit some crumbs out. Sometimes they land on my gorgeous white busom area but more often than not, they land on the carpet. Right next to the treat bowl (yes, I have a designated treat bowl...are y'all jealous or what??!!) So Mom is left to pick up the pieces.

Literally.

I leave quite a few and if Mom isn't quick enough, Fatboy comes lumbering over and acts like a vacuum cleaner, sucking them all up in one breath. Of course, given his immense size, he is not allowed to have treats. Something I constantly remind him of. It is sorta sad in a way. I did pork chop him awfully hard this afternoon to which he responded by taking a nap.

Sometimes that dude is no fun.

Off I go.....destination: treat bowl.

I am crumb-believeable!!

Much love,
Chloe

My Mom is Obnoxious (Otherwise known as 14 days and- counting...)

I don't know what that word means but my Dad says it, lovingly, about Mom. So do her friends. I think it has to do with the fact that Mom is a teacher. She gets so excited at the beginning of June and starts her "countdown" to her summer off!!!

14 days to go!!!

Brat. That is what her two besties call her. Well, she deserves it. From now until the end of school, Mom calls each one every day with the number of days she has left. At home, Mom leaves a sticky note for Dad to remind him.

Don't you all get what that means for me and Harley, though??

ALL DAY ADORATION AND ATTENTION!

For me, it means treats on demand! Sleeping in! Chin rubs and head bonks!

Mom had been telling me how much time we will spend together *PURRS LIKE A LION* Last summer we spent a lot of time chillin' but this summer is different. This is the summer after the dreaded "HCM diagnosis." There is no guarentee on time. We'll just soak up each precious day with complete gratitude. Life is good, guys. Life is good.

14 days...................................!!!!!!!

love,
the one and only lovely lil "GURL",
Chloe Beans

"Weapons of CAT Destruction!!!"

That is what Mom yells every time she runs through the house on her way to the outside garbage can after cleaning our litter boxes! For an almost 41 year old broad, she can sure move fast....

As if....

You all know that my poopsies are purfect and it is my brother, nicknamed the TURDinator, who causes all the stinkies. No matter, she love us both anyhow!!

Belated Happy Memorial Day to all of our veterans in Catster land!! My Grandmew (on Mom's side) was in the Navy and my Grandpaws(both of them) were in the Army. Additionally, on Dad's side, his uncles served a total of 24 years. Two were in the Marines (Semper Fi), 1 in the Navy, 2 in the Merchant Marines and 2 others in the Army as well. Dad's Uncle Carmen was killed in the line of duty while serving with the U.S. Marines in Pelileu. He will never be forgotten. Our family is so proud to be Americans...home of the free because of the brave.

Oh yeah, and my purrants celebrated their 13th wedding anniversary on Monday! Mom always kids Dad that she needs to renegotiate the contract on a yearly basis.Will she re-up for another year??? Me thinks so!! They still love each other as madly as they did in the beginning...and still drive each other mad at times!! They went away with their besties (2 couples) down to Ocean City Maryland for 4 days. I missed them terribly but had lots of company and still had to take my narly pills.

Mom only has 16 days of work left and then she is OFF for the summer *happy girl cat paws*! That means lots of time together! We even had the suggestion to Cassi and his Mom that we could get together sometime*grins* We actually do not live that far from one another!!

Purrs and Pork Chops to my Peeps!

Chloe-Q-T-Pie

Mad as a Hornet!!

Pork chops to my purrants!! Today they went away for a very long time and then came home with some very large boxes! I watched Mom and Dad from the slider in the dining room as they assembled their new patio furniture. Mom had a grin from ear to ear as she loves to be outside and it had been awhile since they had their deck. So, that didn't really upset me. I supervised appropriately and gave a few meows here and there. What really had me hopping mad was that they actually ate al fresco this evening! A yummy steak dinner. I usually like to sit by the dining room table as my purrants eat. They always have candlelight and music playing. It is a special time for all of us. Except I wasn't included tonight! PORK CHOPS! I sat at the slider and yelled. A lot. When that didn't work, I ran to the computer room where my window perch is and screamed at them from there. That was pretty funny since Dad was kinda close and he kept turning around to talk to me. I did this for so long that I got worn out and then had to take a beauty nap. I forgave them both when they came in and fill my treat bowl with yummies and then jumped on Dad's belly as massaged. Hey, I hear that is good for digestion!

PURRS, not pork chops (Kinda like HUGS, not drugs!)
Chlo-E-Q-T

PS. They also brought home a gorgeous yellow rose bush that they are going to plant by Roscoe's grave. Mom is going to get a bench so that she can sit there and read her book and talk to Scooty. He continues to be loved and missed forever....

DANG!

Birdy: 1 point
Chloe: 0 points

Just for poops and giggles, a birdy decided to nest in our arbor vitae tree outside of our gathering room. Much to this girl cat's dismay. I am now required to be on full alert which significantly cuts into my beauty sleep time.

I swear this birdy is tempting and teasing me. It flys right up to the side of our addition and then makes scrapey scrapey noises that sends me into conimption fits. I always have to come a-running and a-chittering to tell that darn bird to fly away but it just sits there laughing at me and then flys into the tree. That prompts me to try and attack the window, at which point Mom usually comes a-running to calm me down. My fatbro usually responds to this by rolling over on his back, belly fully exposed, and giving a flick or two of his back paw.

I ain't likin' this game. DANG!!

XXOO the Chloeinator

Being a Princess Ain't Easy!

I spent a lot of this evening Froofing. Getting Gussied Up. That is what my Mommy calls grooming. It is hard work being so beautiful. Mom is always saying to me, "How'd I get such a gorgeous girl??" She inflates my ego so much that my head may be too big to fit through a door. Really, she adores me. Sometimes I catch her just staring at me. (Well, she probably is just counting my breathing) but then again, I spend a great deal of time following her around and watching her every move.


We want to wish all of our furiends in Catster land a Very Happy Mother's Day! Mom spent tonight preparing a brunch for her Mommy and her Mommy in Law. She made a quiche, a sausage and egg casserole, fruit salad and sticky buns. Also, she has all the goodies for Mimosas (champagne and orange juice)
Bet I get a little catnip action *PURRS*

Thanks, Cassi and Barbi for my thoughtful white ribbon in honor of Mom's friend Cindy whose Daddy was called to heaven and also the pretty flower gifty. We are so glad that you enjoyed your package.

XXOO

Another Brother in Blue MURDERED....

Someone killed a police officer today
And a part of America died.
A piece of our country he swore to protect
Will be buried with him at his side.

Someone killed a police officer today
It could happen in your town or mine
While you comfortably went on with your day
A cop put his life on the line.
_____________________________________________________ ____

RIP Sgt. Steven Liczbinski, Port Richmond section of Philadelphia, PA
Prayers for your wife Michelle and your 3 small children
On today, what would have been your 40th birthday.
The thin blue line.


Oh boy, Mom sure has been holding on to Dad a little tighter as he leaves for work in the morning. He always gets a kiss and a "Be Safe". He has a major case in Philadelphia that we can't go into detail about because of its nature. Just please stop, Catster furiends, and say a prayer for all policemen and their families during this incomprehensible time. This must stop. Sgt. Liczbinski was executed with an assault rifle, he didn't even have time to draw his piece. Several bystanders rushed to his aid but to no avail. His last words were "tell my wife I love her."

Mom has also been upset over the demise of Eight Belles, the phenomenal filly out of Delaware park who placed 2nd in the Kentucky Derby only to break down after crossing the finish line. That girl rocked those 18 other horses and only lost to Big Brown by a few lengths!! To see that beautiful girl euthanized on the track makes Mom really question horse racing. Oh sure, she was into it at first with her Big Hat and Mint Julip (yucky, she told me!) but after that occurred, the party was over. It brought back memories of Barbaro, America's horse from Chester County, PA. Is this a cruel sport??

And to top it all off, one of Mom's besties (Cindy), well, her father peacefully passed away on Saturday. Everyone is very sad but at the same time, relieved that he suffers no longer. He was an incredible and brilliant man who worked for GE as an engineer but his best claim to fame is that he raised 3 phenomenal women and had a 66 year love affair with his wife. He will be missed.

OH CATS, I must cheer this up a bit! Everything happens for a reason and with the rain comes the rainbow!! I've been loving on Mom extra and my eyes were very wide when she came through the door with 4 Petsmart bags loaded with gifts and goodies for me and the FatBoy!

The most Spoiled Princess Pork Chop of Woodview!
(And now my purrants both soemtimes call me Pumpski or Peepski....what is that??!!)

All up in my Grill!!

That is what my Mommy does! All up in my grill!! She picks my nose even (which really helps me breathe so I do not pork chop her, I just squeak a little bit to make her hurry up!!)

My 8 month anniversary of my HCM diagnosis was Tuesday, April 28. Dad went to Dr. Glassman and refilled my prescriptions. My handsome doctor was so please to hear that I am still a pork choppin' momma, but he does want me to come in for a checkup the next time I need my pills. My mommy still leaks from her eyes when she replays that day in her head when she was told "only a few weeks." NO!! It can't be, she remembers thinking. We just have so much left to do with one another.

And every single day, without fail or fanfare, she thanks God above for the gift of another day. A simple, yet profound gift. Time spent watching the bird feeder together, or laying in bed as we both contemplate the day ahead. Time I can lay on my Daddy (the one I was so scared of) and have him turn into complete mush in my paws. Oh, and let us not forget the time I have to pork chop my brother! The one I used to run from now runs from me!! A complete role reversal!! Time that my Grandmew can use to give me treats! I have it completely made.....when Mom isn't coming home directly from work she always calls her Mom who comes over after she finishes her job in the cafeteria of a local school. Everyone loves her, my Grandmew and I am no exception! She gets off around 2 PM and is here at my house about 2:15 and she fills the treat bowl and plays with us. How Cool!!??

We both know that our time together is so special. And for that, my whole family is completely grateful. We are also grateful to the wonderful people we have met through Catster. You know who you are (but a special Meow-Out to my fiancee Picasso and his family *kisses*!!)

Have a PURRFECT night and GO FLYERS!!
Chloe Beary Beautiful

YAWN!

Here is another Chloe-ism.....

Whenever Mom feeds me moist food, I yawn.

Every. Single. Time.

God only knows why I do it. Mom thinks that she bores me with her delicious dinners. Well, really, I just pretend to be disinterested. As soon as that plate hits the floor, I am licking away. I don't really eat the food, I just mop up the gravy.

Poor fatboy Harley is prohibited from dining on the yummy moist food. He must stick to the low fat hard stuff. He is none too happy about this arrangement. So, Mom has me spoiled. I eat all my moist food in the privacy of our gathering room right in front of the Vermont stove. It is most romantic when the stove is on and I dine by the light of the fire.

You know how Pavlov's dogs salivated at hearing the bell??? Well, this is a twist on the conditioned response theory. I see my Mom coming with the moist food and I automatically do what Dad calls "trap-door-kitty"

Mouth wide open in....heart full of love.

MEOW!!

The Tail of Chloe Houdini

Sometimes I can be a real BEE-OTCH.

My Mom went away for a few days to Ocean City, Maryland with her bestie girlfriend for a girls weekend away. I can tell by how tired Mom looked today when she arrived home that she had a gooooood time. Very little sleep, lots of wine. My Daddy also went away for a whole week for a work conference and then had to go away for the weekend for a labor seminar. HHmm. Girls were partying, boys were working. Seems fair.

So....my grandmew and grandpaw came over on Saturday to give me my pills.

NOT HAPPENING.

I porkchopped both of them and threw a hissy-fit to write a book about. They even tried to bribe me with my new drug of choice, the all natural Temptation treats. I am as addicted to them as Mom is to shoe shopping. We both need to find a support group.

Then my Dad came home on Sunday morning and we spent the day together. He's fun and all but Mom still supplies the better food options. He was extra tired from being away and fell asleep on the couch watching TV. I was providing the belly biscuits and the purring sound track. Dad woke up about 1 AM and went to real bed, but not before closing the slider in our gathering room. Today when he got up, he went searching for me. I heard him calling,
"Chloe!! Chloe!! Little gurl!! Little gurl! (he says girl all cute for me)" He did this for an hour. *tee hee*

Not funny. Mom's cellie had lost it's charge so she didn't check in as usual. Good thing cuz Dad would have had to tell her that he lost me. Enough for justifiable homicide in her book.

Then, panic stricken, he thought maybe I zoomed out while he was dazed and closing the slider. Out to the police car to get the super duper strong police flash light. This was getting serious. The search he executed to locate me would need a search warrant, it was that intense. He ripped apart closets, opened drawer, started to yell obsenities (not directed to me, mind you,but just like Mom said in a previous entry, sometimes nothing compares to a good string of four letter words.)

In frustration, he sat on the new leather couch and kicked the footrest to the up position.

Bingo!

Chloe Houdini had found a way to get inside the sofa via the footrest. I wasn't trapped, I had an exit strategy (Unlike President Bush and Dick Cheney) but I just chose not to use it.

Just to make his life a little more interesting.

Then all I do is bat my eyelashes, sound off a few Meows, and I'm back to the perfect little Princess Pork Chop of Woodview!!

PURRS>>>.....

Cosmic, Really!

That describes my relationship with my Mom. Cosmic.

We are like kindred souls. Now, mind you, Mom is not a nut job with no friends. She, in fact, has 4 dear girlfriends who really are like sisters. But there is something so special about our bond. In particular, because we saved each other. You all are aware of my less than optimal life before I was adopted. My purrants saved me from death and I saved my Mom from grief. She was just so sad when it was Roscoe's time to go to the Bridge.

That said, I rule this crib, baby!

I've been away from Catster for a while since our computer decided to take a nose dive. Oh, don't worry, I've been performing my girly girl cat antics! I have some strange quirks. For instance, I am enthralled with strings and rubber bands. So much so that I am not allowed near them because I will gnaw on them. And try to eat it. I succeeded two weeks ago. Here's what happened:

Mom was busy clipping coupons. It is a Sunday night ritual that I like to assist with. Mainly that means sprawling out on the exact paper she is trying to work with. AHHH...she was distracted and I spotted her coupon holder. It had a delicious looking string holding it together. I started quietly chewing on that puppy. And then swallowed it.

Tasted like chicken.

When Mom spotted the coupon holder minus the string, well, you would have thunk that that a bunch of bees had flown in her britches. She jumped up and ran to Dad to narc on me. They debated what to do....

Call the vet?? Wait and see?? They decided to see if I started to act funny. And then came to ritual inspection of my poo. Each day they would dissect my stool to see if there was any evidence of the string. One day went by. Then two. It became the main course at dinner time: the fecal update. I otherwise was completely normal so they only fretted a little. When a week went by, they assumed that somehow that string got digested.

Nope.

On the eighth day, I pooped the prize. Mom called Dad at work with the "good news". Mom kept praising me for my elimination. She had long forgotten how I ate the string in the first place.

Sheesh, all this commotion over a little crap.

(I also love to dine on dried flowers, milk container rings, and Mom's bracelet)

Caio for now!!
Chloe

I'm Back, Baby!!!

HOLA!

It's been a LONG time since Mom and I spent any time on Catster! When she got back from her week in Kansas City, MO with her ailing (but still FOXY) grandmom, the computer at home was acting funny. AND THEN IT CRASHED! The horror of it all!! Finally, an IT person from Dad's police department came over today and he spent over 5 hours fixing the darn thing. All better!!

As a thank you to the nice man who fixed our computer so that we could be back on Catster (and I can communicate with my heart throb, Cassi), Dad made an Italian dinner from scratch. Home made gravy and meatballs and pasta!! YUM! I acted all cute for the Detective and he appropriately fawned all over me. And of course, my fatboy bro hid under the bed until the nice man left.

I missed all of you! Mom did sneak on her work computer a few times just to check in but now we are back in business, baby!!!

CRASHED COMPUTER!!!

Hey Catster furiends,

Mom is sneaking on to Catster at work to let everyone know that our home computer is shot. Kapooey!! We didn't want you all to think that something bad had happened to me!! We are not sure when we will be back on line at home. It looks as if we will have to get a brand new computer. Mom is happy because she has been wanting a laptop (but I don't like to share her lap with anyone!!)

Picasso....I miss you so much!! I can't wait to get back to Catster!!

XXOO to all,
Chloe Bear

M.C. Chlo-E.Q: Hamper Time!!

My rap name is M.C. Chloe E.Q.

WORD!!

How many of you out in Catster Land remember M.C. Hammer (Hammer Time) and his parachute pants and cool dance?? (Mom, you are dating yourself) Well, I do a lovely rendition of the dance when I am on one of my fav places...the hamper. So, instead of it being hammer time, well, we just call it...... Hamper Time!!

Mom does "pat the cat" on my rump and my front paws just busts a moove. She paddles the area right by my tail and my front end "M.Cs" and I start to rap like Queen Latifah. The Meow Rap is hard to explain, best described as a sultry mix of "Meows" and low gutteral grunts. You should hear my Mom hum the tune to "Hammer Time" as I am cutting the rug with my groove on. Dad usually says "take the show on the road" as we perform our number. American Idol, here we come!!

By the way, real men love cats. My purrants were out to a party last night for one of the detectives that Dad works with. Police are a funny bunch, they have a perverse sense of humor and they forever pick on one another. They have to be that way, as do the spouses of police, in order to survive that line of work. They become brothers in blue, really. And Mom's best friends are also cops or the wives of cops. (I overheard my Mom talk about it a lot, in case you are wondering how I got so smart on the subject) Anyhoo, the talk at this "police party"turned to animals and Dad proudly told everyone that he loves me and Harley!! OH CATS, the boys started razzing him about cats and that "real men love dogs." But, no way, my Dad was not backing down. He took a lot of friendly abuse from his friends on this subject, but don't worry, Mom was there. And he scored BIG husband points with her, and that is what really matters when the day is done.

HAMPER TIME!

Chloe Bear...the soon to be Mrs. P
Hey, do you think we can do Hamper Time at the wedding?? Maybe for our first dance?? Nah, we need something romantic to start our married life together......

My Bad

Don't let this deceptively purty face fool you, folks.

My bad.

But only occasionally and when I am, I always make up for it in my flirtatious girly manner. Melts my "toughie" Dad right into an ole softy. This is what happened....

I always sleep with my purrants all night long except for a little jaunt at roughly 4 AM downstairs to the food dish and the kitty powder room (well, except for the hide and seek escapade....still recovering from that...) Last night, I just was extra sleepy so instead of meandering downstairs, I diverted into the master bathroom and well, uhm..., ya know...squatted and did my duty right on the rug in front of the vanity. I sauntered out like nothing out of the ordinary and resumed my position on top of Mom's head. Dad stirred at this time and decided he should make a very early pit stop in the bathroom.

Oops.

Dad came out of the bathroom and tapped Mom on the shoulder and announced that he had stepped in cat pee. His foot was soaked and he had to wash it off. Mom tried to surpress a giggle. What's a little cat urine to a big Italian foot?? Then he directed his attention to me and started to call my Pissy Sissy (Sissy is the nickname that Harley calls me.) I just looked at him, turned around, and flicked my tail right in his face. Dad just gets no respect sometimes (haha!) Then I decided I'd better make amends and I went over to him and started purring and head butting and in no time, he was jello in my paws *wink wink*

Hey, at least I am not the mad Turdinator, like my bro!

Meow for now,
The future Mrs. P
Chloe

Critical Care Nursing---Just another Service I Provide

First off, I am soooo relieved that my handsome Fiancee Picasso is feeling better!! We weren't on the computer at all yesterday so we just got word that he wasn't feeling well, but now he is better *deep sigh of relief*

Just in case he needs me, though, I am an official critical care nurse. Oh Cats, my Momma was purry purry sick yesterday with something called the stomach flu. She was either in the bathroom or in bed. Don't worry, I literally did not leave her side the whole day. When she got up to go into the bathroom, so did I. She was even too sick to lavish treats on me. That's OK, I just wanted to be near her. Then, back to bed, with fever and stomach cramps. I stayed vigil on her pillow the whole time and even purred, hoping it would make her better. It did. Dad came upstairs throughout the day to check on her and to give me treats. What a nice guy! She started feeling better last night and was able to go downstairs to watch the Oscars on the big screen. By this morning, she was back to her normally abnormal self *tee hee*

Now she is leaving me to go to a school board meeting *POUTS* That's OK, Dad snuck home and gave me treats. I guess I'll go give myself a pedicure and then fall asleep with sweet thoughts of Cassi.

Nurse Chloe, TLC is my Specialty

I played hide and seek!

It was fun but my Mommy did not find it amusing. Not at all.

I usually begin my 4 AM massage session with Mom, with or without her consent. Well, this morning Mom work up a little after 4:30 and reached up to pet her girl cat. It is something that we do several times throughout the night. Gets my "motor boat" going, as Dad calls it.

No girl cat.

Mom became fully awake in a split second and sat up, taking all the covers with her, thus waking up Dad. She scanned the bed and did not see one furbaby, a highly unusual occurance. Usually both me and the fat one are racked out somewhere on the bed and our humans have to position themselves to suit our comfort. As it should be, right furry furiends?? Mom hopped out of bed and searched upstairs for us.

Nada.

Then, she went downstairs, nearly wiping out on the wooden stairs. She looked in every room, calling our names. Without a reply. Because of my HCM, Mom gets very very very very concerned if she is not up my butt 24/7. ALWAYS checking on my mannerisms and my breathing. Geesh, a girl cat needs a little room to breathe! Oh well, all done out of love. A full fledge panic now was in progress. Mom's wild hair was all sticking up and she had a maniacal look about her. This was unprecedented. No cats to be found anywhere! Dad had joined the search in progress, looking no less unkempt than Mom. You should have seen the look Dad gave Mom when she suggested that maybe, just maybe, someone broke in and catnapped us. Back upstairs they trodded for another looksy.

AH, the master bedroom closet was slightly ajar. How did that happen? The closet is Las Vegas for cats. All the clothes and shoes that just need to have a few more cat hairs. Mom went running over and threw the door open and walked in and looked around. Dad was right behind. They both had the squintiest eyes.

No cats.

Something told her to keep looking around and lo and behold, tucked way back in the corner, on top of Dad's old flip flops...well, there I was. All cute and innocent. But where was Harley? More looking revealed his fat dupah on the other side, laying on Mom's Timberlands. Panic diverted.

I came bee-bopping out like "Hey guys, s'up??" and Mom started leaking from her eyes because the thought of me not being here is almost unbearable. She went through it when Roscoe became sick but at that time, she had 16 1/2 super cool and loving, fun years with him and when he became so sick so quickly, well, she was wishing him to the Bridge. Love is selfless. For me, I am so full of life and so "un-sick" that the suddeness of what could happen seems so impossible.

I ran into the bathroom, screech about treats, got them, and then was carried to bed and put in my proper place. Harley jumped up on Dad's side (his and her cats) and we all promptly began to snore. ZZZzzzz...

I promise never to play hide and seek (otherwise called Scare the Hell out of Mom) again. Well, maybe one more time *wink*

Chloe the Houdini

SNOW DAY!! SNOW DAY!! SNOW DAY!!

I am the happiest little girl cat in the world today!! Mom doesn't have to go to work because school are closed for a snow day! PAWSOME!! She got her phone call announcing the cancellation at 4:30 AM (which peeved me a little bit since it disturbed my beauty sleep.....on top of Mom's pillow of course!!) but when she told me that she would be home all day, I quickly recovered and then demanded treats. Dad had an hour delay but of course, he went in regular time. Yesterday was his birthday so we had a celebration for him. Mom took him out to dinner and then they came back and watched a movie....which Dad promptly fell asleep during!! He has been getting up at 4AM and working 16 hour days so we were happy that he was resting but my Lord have mercy.....the snoring!! And *blushes* Dad had a little "issue" in the "tooting" department since they went out for a Mexican dinner!! Harley, me and Mom all ran for cover!!

So, today I will get treats on demand. Food on demand. Loving on demand (but it has to be on MY terms....my pawrents finally got that memo.) Mom said she may not even get out of her PJ! We are going to watch movies and nap and read. Mom ALWAYS has a book open and I generally like to lay on it as she attempts to read. Hey...I am a literate cat who just is helping, ya know?? I also will be dreaming about Cassi, my handsome fiance. His Mommy sent my Mommy a really beautiful picture of the both of us finally together so we will put that on my page soon. You can really see what a power couple we are. Thanks to Barbi for that (:

So, be safe, Catster furiends should you venture out in the elements today. Better yet, stay home and cuddle your human!

Pork Chops!
Chloe (the next Mrs. Cassi)

Soon to be Mrs. Picasso ( do you hear the wedding bells?!?!)

*bats eyelashes*

He is such a romantic raggie! Proposing to me on Valentine's Day! Aw Shucks, I was pleasantly surprised! I was mad at my Mommy for being away for 4 days so it took me a while to get his prososal and from what I hear, Cassi was holding his breath! SO sorry, my handsome fiance!! When we saw that very large diamond ring, Mom and I both did a kitten two-step! Dad just shook his head like we both were catty in the head (but with a smile!) Cassi...you made my extra large heart very happy!!

Other than that BIG news, not to much is happening. I am still chasing those annoying leaves and giving major pork chops to the sliding glass door. In a very unladylike way, I even snort. (Don't tell Cassi...he thinks I am a perfect princess!)

MEOW FOR NOW!!
Chloe, Mrs. Picasso-to-be

I've been Tagged By "Finney"!!

Well....if this were MY game...I'd call it Pork Chopped by Chloe *tee hee*

Seven VERY important facts about ME, Princess Pork Chop of Woodview:

1. Even though I am a princess, I fight hard with my Mom when she tries to brush me.

2. I LOVE Good Life treats and have a special bowl that I lead everyone to so that they will feed me treats. Damn it. Now.

3. I have a handsome and generous boyfriend named Picasso and we share the same HCM diagnosis. Our Mommies take good care of us with giving us daily heart medicince and extra love at all times.

4. I am a massage therapist. My busy hour is 4-5 AM. I also sleep all night long in the crook of my Mom's arm (getting up at 3:30 to eat and pee and prepare for my massage session)

5. A LONG TIME ago, I was abandoned (ME...the PRINCESS?? who could of??) at the SPCA where they named me Priscilla and was very close to being....you know...(Mom has tears in her eyes just thinking about it)

6. I have an angel brother at the Bridge named Roscoe P. Bearcat that lived an extraordinaryly spoiled 16 1/2 years and my pawrents still talk about him daily.

7. I am learning to love the TURDINATOR, my little fatboy Harley. He is like Finney, a stinky butt. It is because he is so rotund, really, that he can not lick his *clears throat* area.

OK....now I am lovingly pork chopping the following kitties:

Hanni-Girl ( beautiful sweetie with her OWN room), Natasha, Murphy, Tessa, Checkers, Alanis Morriscatte, and Handsome Corry! The rules are to write 7 facts about yourself in your diary then pick 7 furiends to tag...or pork chop. Send them a pawmail or rosette to let them know the've been picked and then they, in turn, send to 7 more. What fun!!

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone. May you all be blessed with the love and warmth from someone you love, human or furred. Doesn't matter. Love is Love.

Pumpski (yeah, I know, another dumb nickname that I've acquired.)
I am Chloe. Damn it.

Additional job descriptions

In addition to being a world renowned cat detective, I am also available for leaf slaying and TV instillation. I have been a very busy bee these last 2 days. On Sunday, it was PURRY windy at my house so I spent the entire day (literally) at the slider protecting my crib and my peeps from the terrorists, the dreaded leaf. One little leaf harmlessly flickering in the breeze kept me occupied for hours. I did not sleep the entire day as it was my God given duty to slay the leaf. Today, I assisted the Circuit City guys as they installed our new 50" plasma TV. Hey, I got into their tool bag and rooted around. I plopped myself across their instructions. I hung out around their feet. That is more than my brother, Harley the froofy blouse, can say. He hid. At one point, Dad was looking for me and he found me.....inside one of the boxes rolling around. I later hid on him in the cabinet. Girl Cat Gots Ta do What Girl Cat Gots Ta do...ya know?? The 2 men that put our TV together were both sufficiently in love with me, as it should be. They OOHed and AAHed and I gave them the diva princess treatment. I told them that I already had a blue eyed Valentine named Picasso. Ya snooze, ya lose!!

Until later, Caio!
Chloe, Leaf Slayer extraordiare and Electrical extraordiare!

Just call me Detective Chloe......at your service!!

Before I tell y'all about my entry into police work, I MUST tell you about my most wonderful, thoughtful, and might I add...HOT boyfriend Picasso and his pawsome mommy, Barbi....

Mom had an after work party this evening so she wasn't home at the normal time. HHUUMMPPHH! Well, both my Daddy and my grandpawrent snuck home during the day to check on me and give me treats so I didn't miss Mom one bit (well...maybe a little!) When Mom got home, there was a HUGE package from my sweetie containing Valentine's treaties! It was so beautifully decorated. Mom and I giggled at each other because we had plans to put together Cassi's gifts this evening!

Guess what I got??? (pics to follow when Mom gets time!!)

Picasso's mommy made me homemade catnip toys filled with "the good stuff"! I pork chopped Harley when he tried to play with them, then decided to be a good big Sis and share. Also enclosed: a catnip bouquet (with a valentine's ribbon attached !!), a red boa toy, Gourmet kitty cat treats (yum,chicken flavored), rose petals, chocolate for Mom and sweethearts, a wooden necklace, other fun toys, and a really cool Pet for Life stuffed cat (purchased at Macy's with the proceeds going to the Humane Society of United States) and 2 lovely cards with lots of pictures. We had SUCH a fun time opening up each gift. THANK YOU MY LOVING HEART, CASSI (and his Mom!!) We really appreciate it. And we just finished up packaging your gifts which will go out either tomorrow or Monday. Yeah! What fun!

Now to my sleuthing skills.....Last night my Dad had to make some phone calls for work. He is a very skilled and seasoned detective (Mom is so proud of him!) He sat down in his recliner and spread his official paperwork out and proceeded to call victims. Basically a bad guy had scammed over 400 people, mostly elderly, with the promise of heating oil which was never delivered. These poor people were without heat as a result. As soon as Dad started talking on the phone, I jumped up in his lap to "assist" with his efforts. Nice of me, right??!! Then I started to massage his belly as he talked and then I flopped all over the papers and purred like a motorboat. I jumped back on his belly, purring away....when the person on the other line of the phone said"Do you hear that noise" to my Daddy!! Well, Dad is a "tough" cop who was like,"No, I don't hear anything!!" but the lady was persistant. "What is that noise??" Dad hemmed and hawed and finally said, "I think you are hearing my cat Chloe purring." Well, that just endeared this little old lady to my Dad BIG TIME. She went on to recount her story. I continued to roll around on all his official paperwork, as a good detective cat should, and when all was said and done, his official reports were, well...hairy. How will he explain that to his Chief, he wondered!

Detective Chloe, 10-4, Over and Out....

Puttin' Da Toes Up in Da Air!!!

BBBBBRRRR!! It's cold in our neck of the woods. It is also very windy so I spent my morning chasing the swirling leaves. Mom gently reminded me a few times not to get "all worked up" but the girl cat gots ta do what the girl cat gots ta do!!

I feel purry sad for any animal who doesn't have a warm house today. I am so lucky cuz we have a Vermont stove in our gathering room. Mom turns that puppy on and it gets toasty in no time at all. I just love laying in front of it. Mom says, "Put those toes in the air!!" and I roll over on my back with my 4 paws pointing to heaven....and I am in heaven!! Mom swears that I am smiling as I am basking in the the 75 degree heat! (see my new pic posted)

Holy kittens, I did get a stern "talking to" this morning from my Mommy! Yikes! I am the princess...I NEVER get in trouble. Now, Harley, on the other paw, he is a different story... But, I've been giving my Mommy a hard time with my pills. Everyone is away for the weekend. Dad is on some "hunting" trip. Mom says he just hunts for aluminum cans (meaning he just goes away with his buddies to drink beer and play cards *teehee*). So she is flying solo with the pill giving and I have not cooperated at all!

I also wanted to thank my hunky BF Picasso and his Mommy for the nice pawmails of support and prayers. My Mommy's parents (Grandmew and Grandpaw) have been having some health issues so my Mommy has been taking care of them. They also have 2 very nice kitties named Eddy and Sally. They are named after my Grandpaw's favorite singer in the whole wide world, Eddy Arnold and his wife Sally!

Gotta go...time to Put Da Toes Up In Da Air!!!
Chloe Bear (that's what Cassi calls me *blushes*

Spoiled Lil Girl Cat

How did I get soooo lucky to have such a thoughtful boyfriend as Picasso??!! He was purry sweet to send me a package full of toys and pictures. Mom is going to bring the pics to work so that everyone can see the hunk cat that is mine. I had to fight my lil fatboy bro over the pressies! He came bounding in to see what I got and I proceeded to pork chop (and I even added a hiss or two) on his nose. Ain't no way this girl is sharing her precious toys with a big doofus like him!! *teehee- I am a bee-otch!!**

Mom stopped at Dr. Glassman's today to get more medicine. Every one in the office asked how I was doing. It feels so good to be loved. I am the premadonna spoiled 'lil girl cat!! THANKS CASSI!! LOVE YOU!!

Tail of Devotion

OK, here is where I admit it. I guess I am known for the princess air that I possess and for my demanding diva ways. I am often quoted as saying that my peeps work for me (meaning my parents and family) and that I am as difficult to appease as Martha Stewart. I sashay around my house like everyone should feel honored and priviledged to know and love me. But....here is my secret....SSHHH...

I am completely in love with everyone!! I worship all of you!! I mostly worship my Mom and Dad and my squeeze of a hunk boy cat, Cassi. I act all nonchalant but I love the attention, the rubs and pets, and the adoration. I am devoted to all of you who have sent tails of devotion, love and friendship.

OK, off to do a pedicure on my back nails! I must look....

CHLO-A-LICIOUS!!!! PURRS Dahlings!!

XXOO

Another Anniversary for Fatboy and me!

I just wanted to announce that Me and Fatboy have officially been in our loving home for 2 1/2 years today!! I have come such a long way from the timid and completely scared and very sick girl that I was then. I am now in charge of everyone and everything. I jumped on my Daddy's lap this afternoon and demanded that he pet me for over 1 hour. If he stopped, I gave him the stink eye. In return, I gave him an awesome massage and purred up a storm!! Mom always gets a little sentimental around this time since it also marks the anniversary of Roscoe's departure to the Bridge. She usually cries just a little but mostly my purrants recount "Scooty-isms", quirky things that Roscoe used to do. Like, Mom could wrap him (all 24+ pounds) around her shoulders and walk with him like a he was a shawl. She didn't have to hold on to him. He was that comfortable!

I am such a happy girl these days. My BF Cassi is always checking on me to make sure that I am safe and happy. I care just as much for him and can't wait to go to the wedding with him!

MEOW for NOW!!

Cassi's Cutie, Chloe

PURRY GREAT IN OH-EIGHT!!!

My Heavens, what wonderful things that have happened to me in the past few days! A wonderful new romance with my soulmate Cassi and Dairy of the Day today!! My big heart is full of big love for all the cats that shouted out to me! I have had so many feline friends request...a girl cat can only take so much excitement! Thanks to Milani, Picasso (my heart), and the family of Tommy, Felix, and Lars. I also received many paw mails congratulating me on my special day. And to top it off, BOTH my Mom and my Dad brought me home beautiful bouquets of flowers ( I may have to sneak a chomp on them when they aren't looking!) Neither realized that the other had the same idea so Girl Cat was doubley treated! My Harley is a little miffed that it is about me....yet again. Don't worry, he is very spoiled and very loved just as much as me! He even was given a little moist food and extra Pit R Pats so that his felines were not hurt.

God Bless You all out in Catster Land....you made a very little sweet peanut girl cat feel like a million dollars. Continued prayers for me and for all the other babies (like Cassi) who have HCM. My heart beats with love for you all.

PURRS AND PORK CHOPS (well not really but I have developed a reputation of sorts..........)

Chloe, Cassi's Cutie

Happy New Year- Here is to 2008!

I just want to wish all my furiends and their family Happy and Healthy 2008! I have so much to look forward to- complete slavedom over Mom, having Dad wrapped around my paw, a pesky little 23 pound bro that I have grown to tolerate, a warm house with love and treats...what every cat in this world deserves. But, I saved the best for last.....my relationship with Picasso has grown from friendship to (dare I say it??) ....the L word. Yes, we are dating exclusively now. We have a Demi Moore/Ashton Kutcher thing going on since I am older. I am more sophisticated then those little girlcats and I pledge to make Cassi purry happy!!

My purrants were away for several days and were a little anxious since it was the first time they have been away from me since my HCM diagnosis. Other than giving my human bro and his girlfriend a hard time with my pills, I was a good girl. For some reason, my bro Harley hid under the bed for the whole 4 days they were away. He is as afraid as he is big!! No one understands it since everyone is completely nice to him. They had to go into Mom and Dad's room to leave water and food, which Harley had no time eating!! He must have used the litter box only in the middle of the night. Sheesh, when my purrants finally did get home, Harley tore around the house like a lit up kitten! He was so happy! He didn't hide from them anymore. It's like he is only happy when Mom and Dad is around. Last night when we all went to bed, I purred extra hard and made a lot of biscuits on Mom's head. Mom had tears in her eyes and thanked God that he watched over me. We never take anyone or anything for granted in our family. May you all be blessed and loved and may all be Great in 2008!

I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!

I can barely contain my joy! The handsome Picasso has finally asked me to be his girlfriend. All the other girls will be so jealous!! Cassi is quite a catch and comes from a very very nice family that spoils him as much as my family spoils me. We have a lot in common, although I am slightly older *wink wink* We both have feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and we both are on daily medication. Cassi and I can compare notes, much like my human grandparents do when they all get together...they love to talk about their ailments!! Cassi and his family also know that every day that we have together is the most precious gift. Never take any one, human or furred, for granted as we never know what tomorrow brings. My Mom's daddy is sick with COPD and gave my family a real scare right after Thanksgiving.

Happy New Year to all out in Catster land!! It is so much fun reading journals and looking at pictures of all the beautiful cats. My Mom's human friends poke fun at her for being a "cat goober". There is just something so special about us felines, even my dad (the former cat hater) is wrapped around my little paw. And now I have the love of Cassi!! Life can't get any better!! MEOW!

Cassi's girlfriend,
Chloe the Princess Pillow Pirate

We have much to be thankful for....

To all my friends out in Catster land,

Happy Thanksgiving! My tummy is full with turkey and shrimp. My purrants and family were here today and shared lots of laughs and love. They spoiled me like the proper princess that I am. They delighted in my antics as I chased leaves through the sliding door. They called me the Leaf Slayer!! (Mom did remind me several times not to get too worked up.....the ole ticker issue of course!!) They also called me Shrimp Slut because I was jonesing for shrimp!! Our tummies were full, but more importantly, our hearts were full of love for family. After all, it really is the only thing that matters.

So, this is a shout out to my Catster furiends....... to stop today for one minute and remember the thin blue line. What that means is to remember and be thankful for our angels in blue...policemen who put their lives on the line every single day so that the public can be safe. Please say a prayer for the families of policemen everywhere. See, my Dad has been a policeman for 25 years (he started at 20!!) and my human brother will graduate from the Police Academy is December and will start on the street in January! My granddad who is in heaven was also a policeman all of his life. It is a tough job and I am just asking my Catster furiends to stop for one moment and say a prayer on this Thanksgiving. My Dad even got called out to a crime scene last night at 10:00 PM and didn't get in until 5:30 AM and he still the turkey and fixings together for our family. That's just the kind of man he is. Yup, we have lots to be thankful for

Baby's Got Back!

Mom is trying to fatten me up. Should I be worried?? Thanksgiving is next week. What if.....???

No, purrs purrs, only teasing my Catster friends!!! But Mom is giving me an abundance of treats (did you read my diary entry about my addiction problem???? Mom is an enabler!) and food. Much to Harley's shagrin. See, Dr. Glassman thought I had lost 3/4 of a pound and was a little concerned. Jeesh, I am 10 lbs. according to my scale at home...a far cry from the mere 6 lbs. I was when my purrants adopted me. But my neurotic Mom is always hovering, watching, touching and rubbing me! I pretend sometimes not to like it but it makes my purr machine roar! I can't help it! And Mom got a pendant for my pup tent, it is a medallion of a cat angel and it says "please watch over this cat". Speaking of my pup tent, since FatBoy Harley can't fit in it, he gets so jealous that he spreads his whole entire body in front of the entrance to the tent so that I can't get in. Blocks it like a beached whale!! Dad even got him his own bed for in front of the Vermont stove but he wants nothing to do with it. Now, if it were for me......he'd have his fat ass hunkered down for sure!

So, at any rate, I am eating. A lot. Mom looks at me and my bodacious booty and says " Baby's Got Back!!"

HARLEY DID IT!!

He just couldn't leave well enough alone. He is such a jealous sissy la la baby. Being the proverbial little brother that he is, Harley did it.

You know the new activity mat that I wrote about?? The one that I have claimed as my own??? Especially since Harley hasn't called Jenny (Craig) yet. Fatter than ever. Unfazed by his large girth. Well, he couldn't fit in the darn thing if he was half the size he is! But tell that to him because he has to mess with everything that is mine. That's what little brothers do, Mom says. I don't like it one bit.

Mom and I were busy in the kitchen when we heard a large BANG!! followed by CRASH! followed by crinkling and what sounded like fabric being brushed briskly against the carpet, then a loud MEOW!! followed by what seemed like a herd of elephants in a parade whizzing by us at warped speed. I crouched as low to the ground as I could fearing an impeding terrorist attack. Mom said a curse word. Here, Harley managed to try and fit in the pup tent again. The one he had already got stuck in!! Dad always said that Harley was in the food line while the brains were being given out and that he is as dumb as he is big. I couldn't agree more. Mom tells us to both be quiet. Only this time, he got all tangled up in the thing! Not only that, but he toppled our supply of kitty treats, the little bowl Mom puts them in since I always leave crumbs....AND our toy tray. All in one fell swoop. To top it all off Catster friends, Harley managed to get wrapped in the thing and was wearing it like a cape when he stream rolled through the kitchen like he got bit on the ass!! His eyes were wide open and his ears were down low and the dude was running for his life from the mean pup tent attached to his fat belly. OMC.....it was the funniest looking thing I have seen it a long long time. Mom started laughing so hard I got worried she may spring a leak! Harley ran through the kitchen, down the hall and abruptly stopped, making the pup tent fall off of him. At that point, Harley sniffed and looked around as if to say, "I meant to do that....I'm cool!" Then he took a few swipes at my poor defeated pup tent and then meandered into the kitchen to refill his belly and to replace the few calories he might have burned up in the whole escapade. Guys, it was so funny, I couldn't even be mad that he disturbed my eutopia. Well, that is what Mom is for....she takes care of me and had my activity mat returned to proper fashion in no time.

Yup, Harley did it.

Blessed be thy Girl Cat

What a very trying three last days! Do my purrants NOT realize that I need my beauty sleep and can NOT be disturbed?? Well, they went ahead and hired a company to build 3 patios on our house and for the last 3 days, all day, beginning at the crack of dawn, I was disturbed from my sleep. HHMMPPHH!
Just as I settled in on Mom's pillow (which she now leaves out for me to sleep on....see new pics) the noise started, the house quaked, and GIRL CAT was peeved. I am one tired lil' girly girl! My tough guy brother was no help and spent most of the days shaking in his fat belly under my purrants bed. He almost got stuck a few times! Boy,am I glad that ordeal is over. But all the workers OOHed and AWWed over me...rightfully so...I am beautiful and modest to boot.

Mom did bring home a new "activity center" for Harley and me to use while we are home alone. (Doesn't she know I just want to sleep all day and give myself a mani??) Well, my fat a** "little" bro got his head stuck in it and proceeded to tumble over with his back paws kicking in the air. In other words, he is too fat for the pup tent...there is not a chance in heaven that he will ever be able to enter my new nirvana. Me, on the other paw, I fit perfectly in it (see pic). I was a little put off at first that it crinkled when I stepped on it but now....well...it rocks, DUDE!

MOL! Love ya all! Hope there are kitty treats in your future!
Chlo-E-Q, Master of her Domain

I had them at "MEOW"

I am so so so loved. I can't believe how lucky I was to be adopted by my family who have turned into my purrsonal slaves! When Mom and Dad walked into the SPCA two years and four months ago, I saw them but they didn't see me for over an hour! I was tucked away in the far right hand corner all the way on the bottom. They were going back and forth looking at all the kitties. Dad had his sights set on Harley as soon as Harley batted his cat litter at him and then swiped him on his Harley hat! I was patient. They weren't expecting to get two new furbabies. Something just told Mom to keep on looking. Her eyes were still bloodshot and red from crying over Roscoe. I just knew is she looked at me, I would capture her heart. Finally, she did look right at me and I reached my paw to her and softly said,"Meow." I spoke right at her heart. Mom grabbed Dad and said,"I need her." Dad is a good guy, he would do whatever to make his wife feel better. Right then, a volunteer walked over and got me out of my cage. It was time for me to be groomed. Mom was so worried that someone would steal me that she followed the poor volunteer right to the grooming door and watched the whole time as I was brushed. By the way, for being such a pretty princess, I hate being groomed! Oh yeah, and my name at that nasty place was Priscella. The nerve! Mom named me Chloe in honor of Roscoe's mommy, a beautiful calico girl named Cleo that Mom rescued from abuse when she was in college. Cleo was a next door neighbor's cat and everyone thought it was funny to get her high by blowing weed smoke in her face. Mom put an end to that! Cleo was a precious soul who loved to suck on her earlobes. She lived with Mom and her parents for many years. I am happy to be her namesake.

Happy Halloween to all my beloved fur friends here at Catster!!

XXOO

GIRL CAT GONE WILD!

Picture this.....

A quite evening, Mom having a quick turkey burger (minus the bun, she turned 40 and is now goofy) before she had to scat off to a school board meeting. Dad was already at a meeting. Since my HCM diagnosis and my perpetual princess status, Mom feeds Fat Boy and me in our gathering room. We all sit down to eat our respective din-din when Mom sees a blur of black, white, and orange propel across the carpet and land upon the screen door. (It was me, in case you are wondering...teehee.) Additionally, I was making the most obnoxious snorts and puffs that a little girl cat can make. In other words, I lost it, man!

Well, you furbabies would too if you saw what I saw. Looking in MY house, gazing at MY mom and MY brother and MY dinner and MY toys was a little gray kitty with big ole ears and big ole eyes to match! The nerve! I set that cat straight and let it know whose house she was peering into...MINE! What did my 23 lb. (yes, he has gained a pound on his diet!) brother do but do a Halloween kitty pose and the proceeded to turn his squirrel tail under his fat belly and skeddadle out of the room. Leaving me to defend my crib! (Mom works with teenage girls so she has the 411 on the DL....if you get my drift!)

Of course, my neurotic Mom who loves me so much panic at my behavior. The vet said no stress! Mom jumped from her chair, spilling her milk, and rushed to my rescue. Meanwhile, I was hopping up and down on the chair screaming kitty curses to the wanna be intruder. Now Mom was in near tears when she picked my up. My heart was literally thumping out of my chest. Oh no, Mom thought, Chloe is going to blow a gasket in the name of protection. She whisked me away to my favorite location upstairs, my hamper. I was still snorting and carrying on and my breathing was very rapid. Mom was so scared. She started to sing to me (she stinks as a singer but don't tell her, she tries!) She looked at the clock and realized she had to leave for her meeting. I still was not settled. Harley was still hiding under the bed. She debated about not going to the meeting but she really had to for work. So, we talked and I started to decompress but she was nervous during the whole 2 hour meeting. She kept doodling my name. She rushed home to find me exactly where she left me and of course, the big worry wart cried happy tears.

This HCM disease sucks. I am showing no outward symptoms except I wheeze sometimes but I did that since I moved in. The vet didn't think it was related but all I know is that I have LOTS of eyes watching me (I kinda like it!) and LOTS of love.

Mom had a talk with me when we all calmed down and reminded me that I am to let my "girl cat gone wild" days in the past. But, don't you see, it's just my way of telling my people that I love it here, I love it here, you bet your ass I love it here!!

(As I just finished writing this, Chloe just leaped up from a sound sleep and jumped on the cat ledge and is chasing some imaginary being.....girl cat does what girl cat wants.)

another "scooty" day!

Today we celebrate the life of Roscoe, Best Cat Ever......(Harley and myself are also Best Cats)!

He departed this worldly life exactly 27 months ago today. Mom will light the candle, and cry happy and sad tears all at once. Then, I will jump on her lap and start making biscuits and purring SO loudly, it will make my Mom feel better!

Just a cat??? JUST A CAT??!!??!!

Whoooeeeee, my Mom (the eternal peacekeeper and kumbya follower) got into a fight today! Over me!

Mom doesn't rattle easy, but when it comes to her family, human and furred alike, she does not play. Not one bit.

An acquaintence had the nerve to say to her, "Well, at least Chloe is just a cat!" Mom had been telling her a little about my story. First this ignoramous said that Mom should have brought me back after she first adopted me 2 years ago because I was sick. Or even worse....put me to sl**p (I can't even write it, how terrible a thought.) Mom thought, "What??" but in keeping with her usual calm demeanor, she told her a little about my HCM. So this freakazoid then said that stupid comment about me just being a cat and Lord have mercy, Mom let the flood gates open and told her what she thought. Mom said, "What the F*** kind of person are you? How could you possibly entertain the idea of randoming euthanizing animals that have health issues??" What about commitment and loyalty? What about the unconditional love that we mutually share with animals? How could this person say that animals didn't deserve proper medical care when at all possible? Then the stupid woman said that people with animals are overly sensitive especially when they treat their animals like family. WHAT?? Stupid said that her husband would never allow her to keep a sick animal. Mom was like ,"Ahh....what century are you living in where you have to get your husband's permission and what kind of monster is your husband for making you ask for it?"

Mom usually doesn't swear believing that educated people can articulate without cussing but sometimes it just feels good to let it go! Passion overtook prudence. Mom left the woman, got in her car, and began to weep uncontrollably. She was furious, but she still is so very scared for me. Then, after the heat of the moment, she started to feel sorry for that woman because obviously she had never been touch by the love of an animal and Mom thought, what a very lonely and uneventful life that must be.

An update on my (sweet) heart....

I feel good (like the song!) Mom always sings, "Don't you wish your girl cat was hot like mine?" Such a goof. Anywho, I am taking my medicine faithfully. It is a team effort by Mom and Dad. In the morning, Mom grabs me a holds me like a baby, restraining my front paws, while Dad gets the pills in me with the pillshooter. It isn't all that bad anymore and then I get treats and fresh ice water. I am not too tired and I get a-going with a new catnip squirrel that Mom brought home as a gift. In fact, she had brought me to bed with it and while she was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I tore out the catnip pouch and spread catnip all over the comforter. Kitty heaven! Mom and Dad just laughed. So, this is a tricky disease that my parents realize could take me to the Rainbow Bridge at any time so we just are groovin' along and enjoying each other. And they never, ever, ever would consider me.....

just a cat.

I'm Chloe, Princess Pork Chop of Woodview. Damn it.

how to commandeer a pillow...from an expert

OK, fellow furr friends. The pillow is the ultimate! I have perfected the fine art of acquiring the entire pillow and looking cute (so I don't get yelled at) in the process. I am going to instruct you all 'cuz I'm that type of good girl.

First, wait until your victims, usually Mom and Dad, are fast asleep. The element of surprise is crucial. I wait until 4 A.M. Give or take.(Mom is up and down a lot at night.) Then, I lunge on the bed with the brute force of a lion and I assume myself as if I am gracing them with my presence. In other words, act like it is a gift that you visit. At this point, loud enunciations are necessary. I'm not talking about little pitiful "Meows", but PEOPLE, you must bring out the big guns.

MRRROOEWWHHHOWWSSS!!! And a lot of them in succession! It is also important to begin, what I've learned since being on this website is also referred to as making biscuits, kneading like a wild cat.Then, just quietly move to impose yourself on the pillow. If your victim doesn't move, simply do the loud meows, while kneading like a banchee, and plop your ass on their face. Hard. Trust me, they will move. Now, they will not get mad at you if you are doing all the other cute stuff. If you forget to look cute, they will launch you like a missile. So, to reiterate, CUTE is essential. Your victim,( in my case, my Mom) is so endeared with my cuteness that she easily forks over her pillow, (which is a custom made pillow which is supposed to be molded to her head.) Ohh, what a ripple effect this has in my house. She then commandeers Dad's wretched ole pillow and he, in turn, must sleep cockeyed on the mattress.

At this point, I am like " on top of the ole pillow, just purring away!!" Everyone else is spread around like a crime scene. And none of it matters because I am the girl cat of this house. My people love me. We've worked hard on the unconditional love. It pays off, in case you are wondering.

PS. Mom's custom made pillow which is supposed to be fitted for her head is the exact replica of my butt now!! (;

Confessions of a Treat Tramp

Hi....my name is Chloe.

I am a.....treat tramp.

A treat-a-holic.

I acknowlegde that I am out of control and addicted to the nibbly morsel. I have done unspeakable acts to aquire the desired treat. I have done the Texas two step to get a treat. I've succombed to all sorts of rubbing and touching to fill my cravings. I've meowed and batted my eyelashes (I have Andy Rooney eyelashes by the way...totally out of control) in a treat trampy sort of way. I have even rolled over and exposed my underside (GASP!).

I've admit that I am powerless over the treat. I surrender to a high power (Mom!) It doesn't help that she is an enabler and even gets up in the middle of the night to fuel my addiction. In the master bath, no less, is a discrete stash of the mind altering Good Life treat. In our gathering room, there is a complete basket dedicated to treats. I spend many hours gazing lovingly at these goodies. If only I had fingers! Mom says "Girl Cat Gets What Girl Cat Wants" since my diagnosis. THE GIRL CAT WANTS TREATS!!

PS. Grandmew stops by while Mom and Dad are at work and she really really loads me up. SHhhh....don't tell (:

HAPPY 26 Month ANNIVERSARY to me and Fatboy!!

It's hard to believe that 26 months ago today, I was shaking in my paws under the chaise lounge. My eyes were the size of (milk) saucers...yum...and I was thinking, "holy cats, batman, where am I?? and who is this nutty orange spaz that is supposed to be my 'lil bro??"

I spent my night in the window and I even chased a bug.Mom is relaxing just a tad bit but still watches my breathing. I know I am loved, finally.

My Angel Brother, Roscoe

Mom did what she does every 6th of the month, she lit Roscoe's candle on his grave. It has been 26 months since his worldly body departed for the Rainbow Bridge. I heard all sorts of Scooty-isms today....again, big paws to fill! Mom cried just a bit, but mostly they were tears of joy for the long and beautiful 16 1/2 years they had together.

Me, well, I porked chopped today so it is a good day. Beat the hell out of the purple catnip mouse. Heart trouble....go to hell!!

By the way, Mom's theme song is...."Don't you wish your girl cat was hot like mine???"

Thanks to all who care about a little girl cat. Can't find words....

In the Beginning....

MEOW Y'ALL!

Even though I have this nasty HCM crappy heart disease, I am still doing fine. I know my family has been extra cautious with me because they love me big time. I love them, too. It wasn't always like that, though, so I thought I would tell you about....the beginning.

It's important, first, that you understand about Roscoe. I hate to admit it, but he was a hell of a cat. Harley and I had BIG paws to fill. Roscoe was Mommy's cat from the literal moment he was born. He was "THE CHOSEN ONE." So, when you start off with a life like that, well, you're bound not to have abandonment and trust issues. Roscoe was so dependant and attention seeking. He followed Mom every where at all time talking "MA MA MA!!" He was so comfortable and secure that she would wrap him around her shoulders like a shawl and she could walk around with him without holding on. Dad came along when Roscoe was about 5. It took no time for the "former cat hater" to be transformed. As soon as Dad sat down, Roscoe would snuggle in his lap. After 16 1/2 years of this awesome relationship, it was time for Rosoce's physical presence to be at peace. His spiritual presence is still in this house and sometimes, I swear, I see him.

The next day after Roscoe's departure, Mom and Dad adopt Harley and me. I wish I could talk to let them know how scary my first years were. I captured their hearts at the SPCA but when we got home....let's just say that my trust and abandonment issues surfaced big time! Harley was just a little kitten so he was OK. Me, well, someone must have hurt me or left me. Mom was sad that I ran every time she came near. I wouldn't let anyone touch me. I was very very ill and almost died. You could see in my eyes that I so wanted to be a part of the family, but damn it, I was scared! Mom was gentle and loving and patient, and I was with her, too! We have worked so hard together. When they tried to approach me, I would "WE WE WE" and run! It's a funny noise that I made that resembled a pig squeel. Ain't nobody gonna pick me up, no sir-re-bob!! But I had a plan because I really was looking for love. THE FOREVER KIND I NEVER HAD! So, what I did was wait until Mom and Dad went to bed. One night, I just held my breath and hopped on the bed. What would they do??!! Mom was so startled she didn't move. In fact, she usually has to get up to go to the bathroom a few times a night and she held it all night long so I wouldn't be disturbed! Then, a few nights later, she heard it. I started to purr. Mom started to cry. Dad just smiled and said, "If anyone could make Chloe turn around, it's you babe." It has been 2 years and 2 months since we've been together and I am happy to say that my issues are resolved, and we didn't even need family therapy. That is why this diagnosis is so tragic. We've decided that we have whatever time God has given us and we are going to enjoy each other. Gretchen Jackson, owner of the awesome Barbaro Chester Co. PA native and Kentucky Derby winner (RIP) said it so eloquently....grief is the price we pay for love. And love indeed has come to us, so we will endure. In the beginning, we loved and forever, we will love. And in the meantime, we are gonna have some fun!

PAWESOME!!

Dad turned the air conditioning off and opened all the windows! Fresh Air!! My little sniffer was going a mile a minute. We live in the country so there is lots and lots of good odors! And I can perch in the windows and chitter at the birdies. It keeps both me and Harley very occupied and very happy.

XXOO

I am a big sweetheart!

Last night was so cool. My Dad got called into work so Mom, Harley, and I stayed up ALL NIGHT watching movies and hanging out. We all went to bed after 5 AM. Mom put me on my favorite hamper to sleep but I wanted to be next to her. SO, I jumped up on the bed and I stole her whole pillow!! She gets so worried because I really am supposed to not exert myself. Heck, last night she was in the kitchen and she heard the pork chops flying and a lot of hissing out of me. Of course, being the neurotic Mom she has become in the last few days, she came flying into the guest bedroom to see what was happening. Fatboy was bothering me even though Dad told him to be gentle with me these days. So....a girl cat has to do what a girl cat has to do! PORK CHOPS! Oh boy, Harley got yelled at. By the way, all of a sudden, he had developed a pretty bad limp. He doesn't seem to be in any pain but now he is hobbling. Attention seeker!! Well, Mom and Dad discussed it and they will take him to the vet if it doesn't get better. Mom has my cat carrier (hate it!) in the guest bedroom ready to go "just in case". That is Harley's new sleeping spot! This morning, when we all got up, I rushed down the stairs like a wild woman. I don't know if you can tell by the pictures, but I have very short legs. Dad calls me a sparkplug. Sometimes, I get going so fast going down the stairs that I almost wipe out. Mom explained to be that she would prefer if she carried me down the stairs...you know, the "new don't over exert rule" I have now. I took my pills today without giving trouble at all. I'm just a big sweetheart with a big heart!!

Happy Labor Day, guys!!
Head butts......Baby Girl

If love can keep me alive, I'll live forever!!

Mom took the day off so that we could hang out. SO cool 'cuz that means extra treats and loving. Dr. Glassman called late last night and said to change my Lasix to only once a day. YES! That means I only have to deal with 2 pills once a day. I gave my Dad a real hard pork chop today when I tried to give me my pills. For having a bad ticker, I can still be fiesty! I fooled him a couple of times. He thought I had swallowed my pills and set me free. I walked away from him, turned around, and spit them out. TEE HEE!! I did that a couple of times until I finally decided to cooperate. Then I got Treats!!
Dr. Glassman called again this morning. I think he is in love with me, even though I've only met him once. I go back in 3-4 weeks, the Good Lord willing.

I spend an a lot of time giving myself a pedicure. I work real hard at digging and chewing my back nails. Mom calls them my Narily Nails. I think they look pretty. That's all for now, folks, it is nap time!

PS. I LOVE ALL OF MY CATSTER BUDDIES.

EXTRA LOVE AND TREATS today

Well, I am not happy with the medicine but I am loving the treats and attention. I massaged Mom for a whole hour (from 4-5 AM) and all she did was hum and love on me! Dad snuck out of work today to check on me and gave me treats. Grandmew came about an hour later for lovin' and treats. Sheesh, I knew I was a princess but I didn't realize how loved I am.! Mom is a teacher and we had the whole summer together. Yesterday we got the scary news and she had to go back to work today. She hugged and loved me so much this morning that her makeup started to smear. I told her girls can't be unkempt, so she got her act together. Oh, by the way, my pain in the a**, little bro must be jealous because he started limping today. I think it is because he is a fatboy at 21.2 lbs. and he needs Jenny Craig.

My family CAN NOT thank all of you kind, cat-loving souls that have taken the time to send a message of concern. We don't know you by sight, but you are all forever in our hearts. Really.

A long day

The good news is that now we know I have heart disease and I am on pills (yucky poo...but I didn't give my Mom too hard of a time!) It was a long 1 1/2 hour visit to the vet and a long car ride but I was such a good girl..the most cooperative patient! Not like my furbrother at the Rainbow Bridge, Roscoe, he gave vets such a hard time that he had to be knocked out completely! At any rate, everyone in my family is shocked because I am a spunky lil thing. When I get going playing, they call it "Girl Cat Gone Wild"! Mom said my heart is extra big because I am an extra big sweetheart.

In case you are wondering, I am the Princess "Pork Chop" because that is that I do when my brother annoys my. I whack him very hard on his nose about 12 times in a quick manner. That is called a pork chop in my house. My bro, Harley Fatboy (just look at his picture!) just looks at me with a dumb expression and runs away.