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My happy birthday

It's been a long while since I've updated my diary. I've been so busy with all the new kitties here and everything.

Today is my 14th birthday. Momma adopted me when I was only 1 year old. She cannot believe how quickly the time has gone by.

Tonight, I am having my favorite dinner (duck and green pea, canned, mmmmm). I had lots of extra chicken treats today, and got some new fluffies to bury my face in and play with.

Momma says I am doing well, you'd never guess my age. A little more white around my muzzle, just a wee bit thinner than at my peak, but I still romp and play like the dickens.

Last summer, I started acting a little strange (well, stranger than usual). I was yelling in the middle of the night, very busy with all the toys. I began to eat like I was starving to death, yet did not put on weight. In fact, I started to lose a little weight. So off to the vet we went.

Turns out I am/was in the beginning stages of hyperthyroid. My vet put me on some thyroid medicine twice a day, and it really has helped me a lot! I am not hyperactive now, I eat like a normal boy, and my weight is stable. Why, I just feel better all the way around, I guess. I am even playing with toys when the other boys do again.

The vet says since we caught on to this hyperthyroid thing early, my prognosis is real good. Momma hopes so, and wishes to have many more sweet years with me.

Love to you all, and my purry best wishes to all my friends.

Just a remarkable day!

Hi everybody. It's been a while since I last updated my diary. I've pretty much just been hanging around, but today was a little bit special.

As you may know, my brother and dearest friend Lars crossed the Bridge last summer. Even though there are other kitty boys here in the house, I've not really gotten as close with any of them. I guess I sorta took to our little Buster the most in the meantime, I mean, I am his beloved uncle and all. We have started playing and wrestling a little, but I don't like it as much. I will groom him, that is my primary job around here, keeping the baby clean!

But ever since Tommy moved in a few years ago, I pretty much kept to myself, except for Lars. Why, Lars and I were almost like littermates, the way we behaved. I even waited with him, comforting him when he crossed.

Ever since, I have been alone.

I don't like any kitty to fuss on me, don't really like to play, and most certainly did not want anybody to lay down with me and cuddle.

Then Chumley moved in last January. I actually began to relax a little bit, and play again. I have a renewed interest in toys (by the way, I sure do like that darn DaBird thing). I started hunting our catnip toys at night and Ricky Rodent and all. I started hanging out with the fur family more. But I still did not want to cuddle.

Well, I gave Momma quite a shock this morning! Many, many times before, when I was relaxing in the red bed Chumley would climb in there with me, but I always just left immediately. No snuggling for me. Not without Lars, anyway. But this morning, Chumley was all curled up in there, taking a nap after our breakfast. Wonder of wonders, I climbed right in beside him AND CUDDLED UP with him for a nice long snooze.

Momma is so happy. She knows that Lars sent Chumley from the Bridge to be with us. She is happy to see I have a friend to snuggle with, again. And I am happy, too!

Well, I gotta go. We're all trying to get ready for Buster's birthday soon. He will be 2 years old on the 28th. I must think of something special to do for him on his extra special day!

Purrs to you all,
Felix

It's my Birthday!!

Hello everybody! Guess what? Today is my 11th birthday!

I am one happy boy. I am pretty much spending the day just hanging out, relaxing. I got to have my favorite Merrick's California Roll for snack this afternoon -- I suspect that is what I will get for supper, too! We just got a big shipment in yesterday of Pit'r Pats, too -- I know there is some extra kitty candy in store for me today.

I got extra special birthday smooches this morning from little Buster, even though I don't really think he knew it was my birthday. That's fine with me, I take all the extra loving I can get.

I've been with Momma now for more than 10 years. I spent my first 6 months or so as a stray in Maryland, then Momma adopted me thru a PetSmart rescue group in Columbia. I was so happy to find a furrever home that day. I remember staying by myself in the third bedroom (there were other kitties and a DOG! in the house), and my very first toy, Frank the sheepskin mouse. I had never seen anything like him, I played with him a while, then tried to hide him away so I could keep him just for myself.

My first years were dangerous for me, I blocked up with crystals twice! Me and Momma made two very scary trips to the ER. But I have been fine ever since, I was never quite as sick as Tommy was with that stuff. And (knock wood), I have been completely crystal-free and normal for more than 8 years, now.

Some silly stuff about me: even though I am obviously a well-grown kitty man, I still like to nurse on Momma's sleeve at night. Every night I sleep at the head of Momma's bed, too. Sometimes I get pretty goofy after everyone is in bed, and go on the hunt for 'nanners or Ricky Rodent -- and when I catch one of them, I put them in my mouth and run around, singing my head off as loud as I can for a little while... then I go back to bed.

My coat is still luxurious and glossy, I am still Momma's handsome tuxedo! I still love to play with our toys, and catnip is one of my very favorite things. My big yellow eyes are still clear, and I continue to eat like I am starving to death -- I have always eaten like that. As the most senior kitty in the house, it is my most important job to be the alarm clock for our meals and Tommy's medicine! Every day without fail, I will go and grab at Momma, pulling and meowing for snack at 3:30 pm (and I will not stop until we all get to eat); I do the same for our supper at 9 pm. If I see that Tommy is asleep somewhere at 9 pm, I go pop him one to wake him up because I know he needs to take his medicine before we get to eat!

How on earth would Momma ever know what time it is unless I came and told her?

I lived with Momma and The Painter for 3 years in Columbia, MD, spent 6 mos with them in Arizona, and then we all moved here to Texas together. I know that no matter where Momma has to go, I will always be with her, because she promised me that when she adopted me. That she would care for me the rest of my life.

I love Buster very much, I am his "uncle." I take care of him by carefully cleaning him several times a day, which he just loves. I do not, however, like it when he tackles me. I used to be terrified of Tommy, he used to bully me so badly! He likes me now, I know, so I am not afraid of him anymore, but I still don't really trust him. Chumley is a very nice young fellow, too. I know that my dear late brother Lars sent him to us from across the bridge, he even does some of the things that only Lars used to do! He is kind to me and we play and nap together, too. All in all, I am a very happy kitty.

I know my Momma and The Painter love me very, very much, and I intend to stick around for a long time! I am so happy to be celebrating another birthday. Thank you for sharing my birthday with me, my dear Catster friends.

Love and purrs,
Felix