February 10th 2011 7:46 pm
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For all your concats and gifts on the occasion of my diary pick.
I have such wonderful friends. We are so happy! Mom loves her new mattress. I like it too but still find it most comfortable to sleep on top of Mom! Kitcat brought Mom a bed warming present last night. A toy mouse.
Mom had to work a long day today so we are just catching up on this great news of me being diary pick. She said that all she could think of while she was at work today was getting back to us and the new comfy bed.
Lucky for sure was the boxspring shredder. Kitcat & I have our moments but nothing like Lucky. I think I saw Mom place a water squirter next to her reading lamp.
February 9th 2011 3:15 pm
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I was minding my own business, lounging on the back of the futon and looking at birdies, when Mom snatched me up and put me in the spare bedroom and closed the door. Moments later, she opened the door. I thought she had come to her senses and was letting me out! But NO! She shoved Kitcat right in my face and closed the door on both of us! We then heard all kinds of commotion. Men's voices. Heavy boots coming up and down our entryway stairs. We could smell the cold fresh air from the front door being left open. We heard plastic bags being rustled. Interesting. What seemed like hours was only ten minutes and then the front door closed with a final thud. Mom let us out. I remained in the spare room as I have wisdom and am cautious. Kitcat rushed right out to see what she could see. Eventually, I followed and we discovered the reason for all of this excitement. We got a new mattress & boxspring!!! We immediately inspected it and Mom gave us the evil eye and said, "You two had better not shred this one!" Whatever. I hope the new mattress is as comfortable as the old one.
January 31st 2011 12:12 pm
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Mom wasn't going to let us play but then we read Kibbles' diary and saw that he just made his list but didn't tag any five kitties in particular. He just invited everyone to play. That took the pressure off of Mom (as she cannot remember who tagged who already), so here is my list of the top 5 annoying things that she does:
5. Sometimes she won't get up in the middle of the night to give me some Fancy Feast.
4. She can get a bit lazy when it comes to keeping our litter box clean.
3. She watches far too much TV when I am wanting to play.
2. Often, as soon as I get comfy on her lap, she decides she has to get up and do something.
1. She won't take me on leash walks whenever I want. Sometimes, she says, it is too cold. Or, she says she saw a loose dog. Or, she saw wasps hanging around. Or it is too hot. All I get are excuses.
So, just like Kibbles said, feel free to play if you have the time.
January 15th 2011 8:30 pm
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I think diary picks should involve action and drama. Well, if you read my previous entry, you would see that there is plenty of that in my mewsings. Now, we add visuals ....
Just a tiny little scratch.
January 15th 2011 8:42 am
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I woke Mom up this morning by accidentally scratching her foot. I thought it was a giant mouse moving under the blankets. But as it turned out, it was her bare foot. I left a 4 inch slash on the top of it. Oops. That was the bad.
Later, this is the good, I tried to make up for it by getting on her lap and being cuddly. This I did for a half hour before more bad happened. Kitcat, the pushy little cat, tried to get on Mom's lap with me! This has never happened before. We NEVER share Mom's lap at the same time. But, being a good sport, I let this go on for a while. But, Kitcat would not sit still. I even groomed her and tried to get her to settle. But she kept leaning into me and trying to bully me off Mom's lap. I wasn't going to take it so, yes, I did start a scrap with Kitcat right on Mom's lap. Mom was still reeling from her slashed foot so she put a stop to our cat fight by getting up. I think I might have scraped her lap with one claw as I leaped off of her, but not too bad.
January 8th 2011 2:40 pm
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Mom finally bought us our Christmas present! Just in time for Ukrainian Christmas. She said she had been to five stores and none of them had the toy mice we like. Our old ones are lost or in pieces. Partly because Kitcat is rough on her toys and partly because Mom keeps stepping on them. Anyway, Mom finally found some and brought home three. One for each of us, and a spare. We are having a blast with them right now.
Merry Christmas! and a Happy New Year.
January 1st 2011 7:15 am
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We all had a warm and comfy sleep last night. We didn't even stay up until midnight. We hope things warm up out there, but even so, I want my leash walk! I went out yesterday even though it was very cold. So my New Year's Resolution is to have my daily leash walk.
December 27th 2010 5:43 pm
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She is feeling right about what she did for Panda and thanks Mom and her brother for their support. Mom wants to thank all of you because the support she gave her sister came from you.
Here is a photo of a quilt that Mom's Grandma would have made in the early 1900's and, a medallion Mom had engraved a while back of me, Lucky and Lobo.
Engraved Pendant of Lucky, Squirrel and Lobo
December 27th 2010 2:14 pm
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Years ago, my auntie painted a picture of Panda. Mom loved it and said so. Auntie gave it to Mom and it has been hanging in our living room ever since. This is it:
Of course, Mom will ask auntie if she wants it back. She will most likely say no and that she is happy that it is hanging in our house.
December 27th 2010 11:54 am
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Buster, Suzie and Sammy are her kitty siblings. Buster came first, then Panda, then Suzie and then Sammie. All rescues. Anyhow, this is what auntie wrote about dear Panda:
She was incessantly curious. I could not assemble or build anything without her getting dangerously in the way. Or else she would run away with small parts. Even painting, she'd be sitting on the stool I had reserved for myself, and watching over my shoulder. She would hide beans and bring the dried remains out once in a while to play with. She loved peas. When I brought her home in that same purple carrier, she erupted into a volcano of spits the moment she spotted Buster and she ruled him from then on, even though she was only a kitten half his size. When she was spayed, she leapt to the top of the fridge only a couple days after. She adopted Suzie and groomed her mercilessly. Maybe Suzie will be able to grow her eyebrows now. I used to make her purr on the phone to Mom. She would purr so loud, Mom couldn't believe it. Her decline started so gradually, I didn't really notice and I attributed it simply to aging. A certain difficulty jumping up onto things, increased napping. Less time spent checking out the birds at the feeder. Aggressiveness towards Sammy who retaliated and made me so mad because I thought he was bullying her--but often it was she who provoked him. Even the usual morning cuddle with me, she wouldn't settle but preferred to remain standing.
But last night she joined us all in the big bed--like I said. I was surprised because I thought she was going to stay downstairs like she had done the previous nights. And she stayed the night. When I fed the other cats this morning, she came to have some water and gave a negligent look at the food tin. For a moment, I thought she might bring herself to sample it but she didn't. That's about the time I phoned the vet.
Then I had a lot of time to reconsider until he called me around 11:30. This morning, I felt I had waited too long. On the way to the vet I felt I was pulling the plug too soon. Perhaps that signifies I picked it about right. She hadn't yet dwindled into a pitiful state, but she was heading there. There was nothing more I could think of to do--in fact all my attempts seem to be increasing her distress rather than alleviating it. So I gave her a long guitar serenade. I brushed her. Gave her water. And then she had a quiet end with a kind vet. Maybe humans would sometimes like that option for themselves too.
A gallant, happy little soul. You could never chastize her or make her feel guilty about anything. She would just talk back to you and do whatever she wanted. She was fearless and held her ground before vacuum cleaners, Sammy and intruders. She loved to visit everyone. The only thing that ever made her run away, was one sniff of the horrible fermented rotten herring the Swedes call "sewerstrumming".