June 13th 2008 7:55 am
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Wow! I am COTD! This is so very exciting! Simon usually gets all the attention, which allows me to plan my Coup de (Puddy) tat... Thank you efurryone fur all the purretty rosies - I will make sure I remember you when I take over the world!
Love in the time of revolution,
May 22nd 2007 9:58 pm
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The rules: Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own blog about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your blog
Okay, 7 things about me:
1) I originally thought I was a dog, until I met Simon, since I imprinted on Ziggy.
2) I act all tough by day, but at night I love to lay my ears back, close my eyes tight, and suckle on my furry leopard blankie while its on my meowmy.
3) I howl when Ziggy goes outside and I can't be with him.
4) I like locking meowmy out of the house.
5) I think Torque is a dreamy kitty!!!
6) I can use my whole forearm to skim the dogbowl and spray efurryone with water around me.
7) I fell off a balcony and broke my paw. After 4 months of being re-set and not healing, they wanted to chop it off, but meowmy said no and took me home and made it better!
May 2nd 2007 10:28 pm
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Furriends, Catsters, Cattreemen, lend me your ears!!!!!!
As we all know, this is MY diary, My forum, MY soapbox and it is all about ME. However, there comes a time in an adult kitty's life, especially a MATURE kitty, when one's goals are best furthered by handing over the "reigns", as it were. As such, I am going to give this entry over to Meowmie, because only she can fully articulate her despair over her experience today. The floor is yours, Meowmie. Have at it!
Hi everyone (efurryone, as Miou would say). Today I had one of those moments where my heart dropped as I realized that an animal rescue organization in which I had a tremendous amount of faith turned out to be just as disappointing, just as HUMAN, as all the others. I stopped by the "Thrift Store" for that group, as I wanted to learn how to make donations since a well-to-do friend of mine was doing some spring cleaning and had some valuable items to donate. I had adopted from them before, but through their satellite kennels at PetSmart. I did not realize they had an actual shelter facility.
I went in to look at it and talk to the animals, as I often do (the conversation being quite refreshing after a day with people), and I was impressed! The facility was new, clean and well-staffed. However, as I walked through the room, I heard staff members talking about how this one cat had vomited. The cat had no history of vomiting and had been otherwise healthy for the duration of its stay. She was bright, alert and responsive, eating normally and with good color. The description of the vomit was, well, a small hairball. Saliva and fur. No bile, no food, no blood. Yet they were preparing to euthanize the cat because it was "sick" and "unadoptable". The staff had already marked the chart and they were getting the vet when I walked over to stop them.
I asked them what they were doing. They told me what I just wrote. I told them, I am no vet, but that cat is FINE. No, no... you just can't tell. OH YES YOU CAN!!!!! I replied. I have been in medicine for 10 years, human and animal and that cat coughed up a hairball! Well, the staff replied, they've put down entire rooms of cats because one or two get a respiratory infection, so this is sick enough.
My heart broke. I envisioned that room, totally empty, because of a pre-emptive mass killing. Was this Waco? Was this China and the Bird Flu? What would possess a NO-KILL SHELTER to use medicine as an excuse to massacre a room of cats? Or this cat for a hairball? A HAIRBALL!!!!
What ever happened to the Hippocratic Oath? Do no harm? I know there has to be an ethic in veterinary medicine that is comparable. Or at least similar... But to manipulate one's medical knowledge and assessment skills in order to justify the performance of population control, execution-style, is unfathomable as a practitioner.
I told them to give me the cat. If they were going to put her down, I would take her. They said they couldn't send me home with a sick cat. I told them I would happy assume the responsibility of the cat's so-called ailments. They replied, "yeah, but we're not."
After going back and forth, I paid for and adopted the cat, just to make sure they didn't euthanize her overnight while I waited for her "medical release" tomorrow.
Hopefully she made it through the night...