Likes: Chasing off other cats, climbing trees to get the birds
Pet-Peeves: Other cats
Favorite Toy: I don't like toys. Mom tried a mouse and I hissed, spit & swung at it
Favorite Nap Spot: Cat Litter Box
Arrival Story: For the last year, I've been hiding food out in the bushes for a few cats. When one of the cats disappeared on October 1st, she and her sister showed up a few days later. Shortly after that, her sister was mauled by 3 dogs and ran off. Tabby stayed. Every day Tabby would greet me out by the food and eventually started rubbing up against me and the dog. She even let me pick her up. I think she belonged to someone because she is so friendly. I can't believe she even runs up to the dog and rubs up against her. If the dog doesn't respond, she swats at her to get her attention. About a week ago (March 2) she disappeared for 3 days. I kept putting food out anyway. Then last Sunday she crawled out of the bushes. She was limping and not using her back right leg. I tried to look at her leg to see if I could see anything. I didn't see any blood or anything obvious. Then this past Wednesday morning I went out to feed her. I picked her up and she wouldn't let me hold her but for a second. I put her down and then I saw a spot of blood on my shirt. It was dark out and I really couldn't see anything. After work I went to check on her. Her foot was bleeding and starting to swell. I called around to different vets to see if they could get her in, but to no avail. On Thursday I made an appointment to drop her off at lunchtime and then I'd pick her up on the way home. I looked for her for 15 minutes and couldn't find her, so I had to cancel the appointment. I didn't see her the entire day. Then yesterday she staggered out of the bushes and she barely moved. I went and got the carrier and she really fought me to go in it. She tore up her injured foot even more and blood was everywhere. I called and made another appointment and took her to the vet. I wasn't prepared for what the vet showed me. She had at least 10 puncture wounds on her foot and 3 or 4 on her leg. The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she had been enduring so much pain and the only time she made a sound was when I put her in the carrier! The vet cleaned out all her wounds and gave me some antibiotics that I have to give her for a few weeks. I had her tested for FIV and FELV and she came back negative for both. She weighed in at 6.4 lbs. The vet thought she was about a year old, so I used yesterday's date as her birthday. Tabby has an appointment to be spayed on Tuesday. Then after she's healed and off of the antibiotics, she can get her shots.
Bio: Tabby is currently living in the dog's kennel just as Sunny did after I broke his little leg. I put food and water and a litter box in the kennel. Tabby doesn't feel comfortable sleeping on the towel, so she lays and sleeps in the litter box. Of course now she has kitty litter in her wounds and WILL NOT let me get anywhere near her foot to clean it out. She has not taken care of business yet in the last 24 hours either, which worries me. I'm not looking forward to trying to give her the first dose of antibiotics. It's a pill. Good thing I got those pill poppers.
Currently I'm hiding somewhere in the house and mom didn't know why until she opened up her email. There are several emails from my wonderful friends on Catster letting me know that they've given me rosettes. Mom continued down the list and then she saw the one from Catster letting her know that I'm today's Diary of the Day featured on the home page. The HOME page. There I am! Me, the Diary of the Day. Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!! But mom's confused as to why I'm hiding. That's because I'm embarrassed. I'm not used to being in the limelight for the whole world to see. I'm the the first furbutt in the house to receive this incredible honor! Some of them have been selected as a Diary of the Day before, but never the one on the home page. So, I'm a little bashful at the moment, but mom is sure that I'll snap out of it pretty soon (at least she's hoping anyway).
Guess what else has happened? I've been Tagged and so has Shelby!!! I was tagged by Zorilla and Ele! Yay! I feel better now. Thank you!!! So does that mean I get to write another 7 facts? We'll have to wait and see how many I can come up with.
I've received rosettes from Sammie and KiKi, Zorilla, Samoa, Ele, Simba, Sami and Pippin. Thank you so much for the beautiful rosettes! I also got a Star from Tinker! It's so shiny and bright. I'll wear it furrever! Thank you every kitty for the rosettes and the star. They're purrfect and I love them. That was very sweet and thoughtful of you!!! I'll send out "thank you's" shortly.
I wanted to say a special Thank You to Catster and to those that selected me as the featured Diary of the Day kitty today. This is an incredible honor. I was very surprised and never thought that this could/would have ever happened to me. Thank You Catster and to all my wonderful friends here on Catster. We're all looking forward to many more years to come for being a part of the Catster family!!! I am a very happy kitty today!
Update: Well, my day is winding down way too quickly! Thank you to all my kitty friends that have sent me rosettes, treats, pmail of concatulations, and requests for friendship. You all made my day so much brighter! I am a very lucky kitty!!!
I finally came out of hiding and found that mom had moved the turtles again while she fixes the tank that they're usually in. So, I just had to investigate. Mom took a few pictures and posted them to my page. That big turtle is just as big as I am. I hope he doesn't get out of that container! I'm sure no one would want that to happen!
Thank you again for everything! I've had a purrfect day today!!!
Well, I didn't get tagged in the Tagged game that went around. I'm feeling left out and so was Shelby. So, we're writing about ourselves anyway. We don't need to be invited.
1. I'm a bully to some of the other furbutts in the house. I love to chase Shelby and attack her. I pick fights with Tanner but he's starting to fight back.
2. I don't like Simon or Lucky. They constantly chase me. I always have war wounds on my nose.
3. I'm a momma's girl. I protect her and attempt to fight off any other furbutt if they try to get too close to mom.
4. Mom cleans out the litter boxes everyday, but I will only urinate in the boxes immediately following the cleaning. If I have to pee and another furbutt has used the box, I retaliate by urinating in the bathroom sinks. I've done it a few times right in front of mom.
5. I absolutely love to play with Sunny. He's the only furbutt I actually get along with.
6. Curiosity always gets the best of me. I have to stick my nose into everything. I probably only have a few lives left of my nine lives.
7. I have no desire to go outside anymore. I don't even bother sitting in the window. I already know what's out there and am not interested. I was a stray that got attacked by something. That's when mom captured me and took me to the vet to get fixed up. Can you blame me?
Well, there you have it. I'm sure there's more I could write, but I think I'll save that for another day. This was fun!!!
Mom's been giving me antibiotics to help my foot heal. She gave me the last of the antibiotics last Friday and everything looked great. Mom checked my foot and it looked like it was all healed for the most part. She checked my tummy and that looked pretty good too.
Saturday she looked at my foot and it looked like my foot had opened back up in one spot. Mom was confused. So then she thought that maybe she didn't look at it right the first time.
Then Sunday night, I was laying on the couch next to mom. So she checked my foot and started freaking out. I didn't seem to think anything was wrong, but you should have seen mom. At the same spot that mom was confused about the day before was a fresh HUGE gash. It's almost an inch long and a quarter of an inch deep and there was blood every where! I acted like nothing was wrong. There's also a couple of fresh scratches on my foot next to the gash. Mom was in the house the entire day with me and I never made a sound to let her now I was wounded AGAIN. Mom does not do good with blood (something about a squeamish stomach). She didn't know what to do. The antibiotics were finished and with my first set of shots coming due, that made things complicated. I can't get my shots if I'm taking antibiotics and mom didn't want to post pone my shots any more than she already has. So guess what she did?
She gently picked me up although I was bleeding all over her shirt, took me out to the sink. I just purred and purred. Then she turned on the water and held my foot under it. Boy did I squirm, dig my claws into her, meow at the top of my lungs and kept purring the entire time. She got the soap out and washed my wound, rinsed it out, and then wrapped me in a towel. She took me back to the sofa, sat down with me in her lap and held me. I gave her kisses on her nose to thank her for taking care of me and then I took a well deserved nap.
So tomorrow morning I go to the vet for my first set of shots. She'll have the vet look at my foot AGAIN and see if I need to take antibiotics again. I'll also get the stiches out of my belly from when I was fixed. Good thing too, cuz those things are starting to itch and irritate me. Mom sees me trying to pull them out myself. The vet told mom that she could remove my stiches herself but mom graciously declined that offer. Something about Murphy's Law.