RIP Jack 06.18.07

Jack passed away today. He was happy go-lucky Jack when Hubby and I left for work this morning. When we came home, he wasn't at the door waiting to greet us. We didn't think much of it, until he never showed up. My sister was outside, and found him. He was laying in the neighbor's yard, already gone. We don't know what killed him, or when he died. There didn't *seem* to be any signs up struggle. A few things are odd, like his head was turned into the ground and some- not all, but some- of his claws were out, and some of his fur looked wet. We are hoping that he passed on without any pain, no matter what the cause was.

Thank you, to all of you that have been giving your time and support to finding him a home. I suppose he has been taken to the best home of all. We are glad to have lived with Jack, for the time he was here, and he will always treasure the memories of him.

Rest in Peace Jack
June 18, 2007

5.29.07

I have this thing around my neck now. The same thing that Sweetie and Piper have. It's some sort of identifier or tracker. Mama called it a "collar" when she put it on me. I didn't like that at all. I kept trying to pull away. I almost got away, too. But then Mama picked me up and held me in her lap to attach it to me, and I couldn't get away then. It isn't so bad now, I don't really even notice it. Just don't tell Mama that. I don't want her to think I *like* it or anything.

5.24.07

Ohhh Mama is mad today. Last night, while Daddy was sleeping on the bed, Sweetie went in and peed on it. He woke up yelling and Mama came running. They got the sheets changed really fast (since they have had lots of practice lately), and then started the laundry, and went to sleep. This morning, Piper wanted to be let out first thing. I guess she knew what was going to happen since she has known Mama the longest, and I should have followed. Because when Mama got to the kitchen, she was mad all over again. She saw the new bag of kitten food knocked down and food everywhere. She came right away to put me outside, and I think she was even thinking about putting Sweetie outside. She didn't end up doing it, but we were both surprised she was even thinking about it. I'm going to talk to Sweetie about being really nice to Mama, and using the box instead of their bed. Sweetie knows better, but she still says it isn't her. We know it's her, and Mama knows it's her, so I don't know who she thinks she's fooling. But I tell ya, if Sweetie doesn't snap out of it, Mama is just going to get rid of her, and not worry about waiting until after she has the kittens or trying to keep her. Mama has been trying to convince Daddy to keep Sweetie, but after last night, Daddy was doing more convincing than Mama was. Even I am beginning to wonder if they are right. Mama may love all of us, but maybe three kitties ARE too much for this household.

Update: See Sweetie 06.04.07 for how we overcame this problem. All better now!

5.16.07

Well my paw is better. Not ALL better, because it is still sore some. But it is much better than it was. I can walk and run and play again. I can even hunt- and boy, did I hunt. I got something big this time. Mama even got all excited when she saw it! She made some loud noise, and Daddy came running to see what she was so excited about. They kept looking over the railing of the deck to watch me. I bet they are so proud of me.
Mama was mean today though. She kicked all of us out, but then she let Sweetie back inside! She wouldn't let me inside, but she let Sweetie. I don't know why she would do something mean like that. Sweetie is being all weird too. She didn't like to be inside before, and now she wants to spend all her time inside. Just sleeping. She doesn't want to play or anything anymore. *sigh*

5.11.07

Mama found me behind the couch today. After I walked out from behind the couch, she acted surprised that I was walking on it. It wasn't a lot, but it was a little. I'm not sure if I fixed it or not. I wish it would just quit hurting all the way.

5.9.07

Not feeling so great today. I can't walk on my paw. It seems to be getting worse and worse, even though I am doing what I can to clean it. Mama keeps trying to pin me down and look at it. I wish she would just leave me alone. She keeps talking about "The Vet" and helping me feel better. I don't know what she is thinking. But I know I hurt, and I know it's getting worse.

5.7.07

Mama upset me today. She put me inside a towel really tightly, and made me hold still while she looked at my paw. I didn't like it at all. I wish she would stop bothering me about it. I just want it to feel better. It doesn't hurt as much when I don't walk on it or lay on it at all. I just don't want it to touch anything. Mama kept saying stuff about taking me to "The Vet" and "anti-biotics", but I don't know what it means. Sweetie says she doesn't like the vet. I guess I don't blame her, look at what she says happened at "The Vet". But Mama seems to love this vet stuff, so I don't know what to think.