Tommy


Domestic Shorthair [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Tommy, a male Domestic Shorthair

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"MY Pineapple"

Home:Amarillo, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 13 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 15 lbs.

Look deep into my eyes ...

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"Look deep into my eyes ..."

A father and son should have a close relationship

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"A father and son should have a close relationship"

THREE boys in the Morgan bed - oh my!

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"THREE boys in the Morgan bed - oh my!"

My Angel Guardian, sweet Rufus

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"My Angel Guardian, sweet Rufus"

Is it time for Snack?

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"Is it time for Snack?"

What?  It's just my woolly bully

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"What? It's just my woolly bully"

Enjoying our new bed by Morgan

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"Enjoying our new bed by Morgan"

I never want to get out of this bed

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"I never want to get out of this bed"

Love me?  Love you!

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"Love me? Love you!"

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Nicknames:
Beloved

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-part feral

Birthday:
January 1st 2001

Coloration:
Brown Tabby

Likes:
The new baby he adopted, a kitten named Buster

Pet-Peeves:
Felix (he's too prissy)

Favorite Toy:
mousie

Favorite Nap Spot:
on top of anybody

Favorite Food:
KumpiKat, Merrick's

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
We were staying at the edge of a remote ranch in Az, Tommy just presented himself to us after watching us a few weeks, yelled, and demanded to be taken in. So of course, we did! He has become the sweetest, most loving baby we've ever known. I think he's a Buddha.

Bio:
Just a few months after we took him in, we nearly lost Tommy to urinary crystals. He was completely blocked, and nearly died. Only heroic actions by our vet saved him, followed by months of watchful care on everybody's part. Ever since, Tommy takes his daily medicine like such a good boy -- and no more problems since - that was 5 years ago. We are so happy and lucky to still have him with us.

Lives Remaining:
7 of 9

Forums Motto:
Beloved

The Last Forum I Posted In:
My cat got urethra blockage- need advice!

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My Birthday:
1 January 2001



DOTD - 26 Nov 2007:
Catster.com: DOTD - Nov. 26, 2007!

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 23rd 2007 More than 7 years!

Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Briana


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Catster Id:
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for 2563 days


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Chumley

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My recent surgery

June 26th 2010 3:28 pm
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Hello effurrybody!

I received so many sweet well wishes on my recent emergency surgery, thanks to every kitty. All your purrs and kindness surely helped me recover much sooner.

First, let me tell you that I am all better now, all healed up and even beginning to grow back my hair, so all is well.

I am a bit embarrassed about all this, but wanted to update my diary in the hopes all my friends see it and maybe can be spared or helped in case this ever happens to them.

Here's what happened to me. On Tuesday, June 8th, one of my anal glands ruptured. That morning, Momma saw that I was not behaving like my normal little self, and when she checked me out, she found bright red blood under my tail. OMC! She called our vet and they were able to take me in right away.

Momma didn't know what had gone wrong, she only knew I needed medical attention right away. She was very, very scared that it would turn out to be something much worse. She and I are both very grateful that it was "only" my anal gland.

I gave almost no signs that anything had been the matter with me. There was no visible swelling under my tail or anything, and I was not scooting around. Momma feels just terrible that she did not know my glands were blocked at all! It makes her heart hurt to think how much pain I must have been in to have that gland rupture like that.

Of course, the vet knew immediately upon examining me what had happened. Our vet told us that it is not as common in kitties as it is for doggies, but it DOES happen. Often the only sign that we may be blocked is that a kitty may seem to be cleaning his bottom a bit more than usual. Looking back, Momma thinks I MAY have been doing that, but not so much that you'd really think anything was the matter.

Here is the embarrassing part. He also told Momma that it just might have happened because I am...err...a bit overweight. Momma knows that is all her fault. You see, after I was so sick when I was younger, she had to coax me to eat more. I was SO skinny after I was sick, she nearly lost me. She even fed me from her fingers for awhile, just to get me to gain weight. Well, she did too good of a job, and sort of has been overfeeding me for years, ever since.

I need to lose a couple pounds. So the first thing Momma said is "no more treats, sweetie." Oh well.

I went in for surgery right away on Tuesday. The vet removed both my anal glands. My surgery went very well, and I was able to come home the next day with stitches and a shaved behind. Momma made sure to let the vet do extra blood work before my surgery, and approved the extra pain meds I could have afterwards (of course!).

Boy, was Momma glad to bring me home. I was pretty tired that first day, and the stitches were a bit itchy, but overall I felt pretty good. By the following morning, I was pretty much back to my usual self.

This week, I went back and got my stitches out, and got the all clear from the vet! I don't have to go back again till it's time for my regular annual checkup. Hurray! And my hair is growing back already.

Momma is feeding me a little less, so I can lose my weight slowly, like a kitty should. And we are trying to get in more playtime, although it is hard because my little Buster always horns in on the games! That's not such a bad thing, because Buster is a little bigger than he needs to be, too.

The best part is that since my surgery, why, I am happier and more playful than I have been in quite sometime! I am usually a pretty mellow fellow, and always up for a game, but this is different. I am feeling extremely perky now, and am having a blast getting into everything around the house and jumping all over the place. Why, I have even been tumbling around with Chumley and romping. It's been a while since I've felt this active.

So take care, my friends. Even what seems like just a bit of extra weight can cause problems for us. I sure don't want any of you to have this happen.

Love and purrs,
Tommy

 

Happy New Year!! And it's my birthday!

January 1st 2009 3:47 pm
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Oh boy -- another new year has begun! I want to wish every one of my friends the happiest year ever -- and wish good health and lots of love to you all!

Today is my 8th birthday!!!! Can you believe it? I don't feel any older, but Momma says so and I get extra treats, a special supper AND some raw chicken --- mmmmmm. I think I like birthdays.

We got so many toys for Christmas (and of course, ALL of them are mine) that I think to celebrate today I will play with some of the ones I haven't gotten yet. I will tell you something funny about the toys...I did not know that all the toys need my blessing before any of the other boys will play with them.

It is funny because EVERYBODY knows I am the kitty-in-charge. Even Chumley -- and he is much larger than me. There were so many toys at Christmas I just couldn't play with them all at once -- but nobody else would touch them. Until ... today I decided to check out the Yeow! fruit we got more thoroughly. I made sure to bunnykick every one of them and drool all over them. You guessed it! As soon as I was done soaking one, THAT'S when Chumley, Buster, and Felix decided it was okay now to play with them too. My goodness, I have more power in this house than I thought!

Momma wants me to make sure I tell effurrybody how grateful she is to be celebrating another birthday with me. It was almost 7 years ago that I nearly died from my blockage. When she pets me today, she says she is remembering how close she came to losing me, how thin I was and how sick for many months afterward. She remembers coaxing me to eat every little bit, even feeding me canned kitty food on her finger in tiny amounts all day long. How worried she was. And she remembers that happy day when for the first time after I was sick, she woke up and saw me sitting in the kitchen -- with catnip in my fur!!!! That was her first sign I was feeling better, I wanted to play again.

It took months for me to be all better. I promised Momma I will always take my medicine for her, every day, and I have.

But oh boy!!! Just look at me now! Momma never dreamed we'd have an 8th birthday together, and here I am, just as healthy as can be.

Momma is so very, very grateful. I am her special boy, her Beloved Tommy.

 

Spring has sprung

May 10th 2008 4:00 pm
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WOW. It has been a long time since I've updated my diary. Things have just been very, very busy here. Before I go on, though, I want to be sure and tell all my friends that I am sorry I haven't been around so much on Catster, lately. I am sorry if I let any kitty down, because I have been so slow to answer pmails and stuff. You see, my Momma is kind of ... broken. One of the things the matter with her is severe anemia. Several months ago, she was supposed to go in the hospital for it, but she wouldn't leave us, so we just took care of her. Her iron levels are better now, so I am free to be on here more.

Let's see. CHUMLEY. OMC. I haven't said a word about that Chumley yet!

I simply could not believe that Momma let that ... ALLEY CAT ... in here. Everybody else just accepted him, which I could not understand. I was MAD. This is MY house. It was bad enough when he was staying in the other room, but then Momma let him out and he just walked all over the place. I did behave myself, but I certainly did yell at him often enough. Funny, though, no matter what I said to him, he just never seemed to get mad. And Buster liked him right away.

One night after he came home from the vet, I snuck up on him. I thought "Aha! He's mine!" I began to stalk him and prepared to attack him. I was ready for the battle I knew was coming. Then he turned and looked at me and I looked right into his face. And I saw ... he was wounded.

I could see the big scar on his head where they did surgery. And I saw he really didn't look so good. My face softened, I put my paw down, and stopped being aggressive toward him. I realized he was not there to challenge me at all, but that he was sick and needed help.

It has taken some time, I spent most of the last few months just tolerating him. Oh sure, I would let him eat beside me. We started out by just playing a little tag, but most recently we have even been wrestling. I've let him sleep beside me, even in the Morgan bed.

I can see that my little boy, Buster, loves him to pieces. He is pretty irresistible. He never does any harm at all. And I am still the one in charge. Top Kitty.

 
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