December 13th 2012 3:49 pm
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I never saw it coming...Hemi crossed the bridge this morning. He showed no signs that I remember. Hemi loved being near me and was always at my feet tripping me up or being right in the middle of whatever I was trying to do. I was always having to move him out of the way to accomplish my task. He would just meow at me and go right back to where I was trying to move him from. As much as he was always in my way, that's the one thing that I could count on...I always knew where he was.
He never jumped up on anything in the kitchen unlike the other kitties in the house. So, Hemi was always on the floor and under my feet. Yesterday when I came home from work, I started cleaning up the messes that the cats and dogs made. Hemi was laying on the floor in front of the guest bathroom door. When I went to clean the floor, like usual, I had to push Hemi out of the way to get in that bathroom. As I moved him, I realized all 4 of his paws, his complete underside as well as his tail were completely soaked with water. I had no idea what happened to him. Did he fall in the water bowl? He wasn't anywhere near the water bowls and there was no indication of a water trail, etc. What happened to him??? I will never know. He didn't seem to mind being all wet but he was completely dry everywhere else. I went and got a blanket and wrapped him up to dry him off and warm him up. The weather forecast had us forecasted for the 20s and I didn't want Hemi to catch a cold. I picked him up, he meowed at me while just looking at me and then he started purring. I set him back on the floor but he staggered and fell over for a minute then got back up and walked away. I knew something wasn't right.
I set him on the bed and had him wrapped in the blanket and turned the heating pad on to warm him up. He laid next to me all night long and purred and snored like he usually does. I stayed up all night and pet him, talked to him and gave him kisses. I wanted to make sure he knew he was loved and wasn't alone. All night I kept watching the clock because I knew I had to get up at 2:15am to get ready for work. I told him that once I got up, I'd put him in the guest bedroom in the dog kennel so that he'd stay safe. I was undecided whether I should get up at 2:15 and get ready for work or call in. I didn't want Hemi to be alone but I also didn't think he was going to leave me. All signs were normal during the night and I thought he'd still be with me when I came home from work.
At 2am, he got up and repositioned himself on the bed and laid back down. At 2:04 he cried out in pain, stretched his legs and feet all the way out from his body and started tensing up. He took a few gasps and that was it. His pupils were already fully dilated. I listened to his heart and he still had a heartbeat. I cried and cried and watched his face. At 2:07 I listened for a heartbeat and it was gone. My Hemi was gone. Hemi made the decision for me as to what I was going to do. He didn't want to be put in a kennel and he didn't want me to worry about him or miss work because of him. That was his final gift to me.
I can't believe my little boy is gone. He was only 6.5 years old, way too young to cross the bridge. I have no idea why he died and never thought that I'd be saying goodbye to him so soon. There's so many things about him I'm going to miss. He was a unique kitty and will never be forgotten. I hope to be reunited with him again someday. Until then, I hope he has fun at the bridge and waits for me with all the others that have gone before him. Hemi is and will always be my gorgeous kitty. Rest in peace sweet boy. Til we meet again. I love you Hemi and will miss you and think of you often.
Hemi 14 Jun 2006 - 13 Dec 2012
June 14th 2010 12:43 pm
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Boy time is really flying! Wasn't it just last year I had a birthday??? Well, mom tells me it's my birthday again today!!! She tells me I get to have a birthday this day every year! Is that cool or what??? Mom must really love me or something!
So, mom clicked on the birthday stroll link that Catster was so nice enough to send us. It seems there's 449 kitties celebrating a birthday today. Their mommies must think they're special too if they get to celebrate a birthday today too! Glad to know I'm not the only lucky kitty in the world!!!
So, to all the kitties having a birthday today, I want to wish you all a very happy birthday and hope we all get to have many many more happy birthdays to come! Enjoy your day kitties!!!
September 6th 2007 7:42 pm
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Mom asked me who that handsome kitty is on the homepage that was picked as the Diary of the Day? She said he looks so familiar. Of course I just had to look to see who caught mom's eye this time. Guess who was staring back at me? ME! Woohoo! It's me on the homepage!!! ME! I'm was so excited! I just had to strut my stuff in excitement (and then reality set in when Simon came around and chased me back to the bathroom). Party pooper!!! It doesn't matter cuz Simon is just jealous!!! I'm still on the homepage today thanks to Catster!
Thank you Catster for selecting me as the Diary Pick of the Day! I am so honored. Out of the thousands of kitties with diaries, they chose me this time! Is today the best day or what!!! Thank you Catster for making my day!
So I've had a very exciting day fulfilling my duties as the DOTD kitty and now I'm exhausted. So I'm preparing myself for a cat nap right in the middle of the kitchen floor again. I talked about a showdown between me and the humans in my last diary. Well, I'm proud to announce that I'm winning!!! I'm still not moving so the humans are the ones changing...they either walk around me or step over me. I haven't been stepped on or kicked in several days now. Are they trained or what?!!!
Well, my time in the spotlight today is coming to an end. This day went by so fast. Don't you hate it when you want time to go slow, it goes fast and when you want time to fly, it takes furrever! Well today is one of those days. I don't want it to go fast and yet it flew by. I guess I can't complain because I actually got selected today. That is an honor in itself. Thank you again Catster for selecting me to grace the homepage today. I've had the best day EVER! You made it absolutely purrfect! If you haven't heard it today... Catster... you're the best!!!
September 3rd 2007 3:25 pm
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I think I finally came out of my shell! Woohoo!!! I've lived in mom's bathroom for about 2 months and finally started to come out and check things out. I came out and hung out in the bedroom and then finally within the last week I started hanging out in the rest of the house. Mom finds me sleeping in the oddest of places now (like right in the middle of the kitchen floor, the dining room and the living room). I'm not big on sleeping on the cat furniture or the beds but at least I'm not hiding out in the bathroom anymore.
I've also found that I like to play/chase some of the other furbutts in the house like Sunny and Lucky. Mom watched Lucky chase me into the bedroom and then a minute later Lucky came running out with me in tow. Lucky jumped up on the dining room chair and I just plopped my butt down close to the chair while he tried to hide from me (I knew he was there). Then just a few minutes ago mom watched me and Sunny chasing eachother. Mom is glad that I'm starting to fit in around here. Now with me out of the bathroom, Tanner has been able to go back into the bathroom. Me and Tanner don't get along. I don't get along with any of the girls yet either. But at least I have 2 kitties to play with.
Mom took a picture of me laying down right in the middle of the kitchen floor. I'm not modest!!! I also don't believe in moving...I've gotten stepped on several times. I think it's a showdown to see who will change first...me or the humans. I'm betting it's going to be the humans. Something about feeling guilty. What do you think? Why should I move when the humans can just step over me or walk around. If I wasn't comfortable where I was at, then I wouldn't be there now would I?
July 16th 2007 1:39 pm
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I've been tagged!
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write in their own diary about the seven random facts 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 diary.
My Seven Random Facts:
1. I was a very handsome kitty until mom took the clippers to me. Now I'm the laughing stock of the furbutt kingdom (aka the house)
2. My previous owners must not care about me. No missing kitty posters or anything.
3. I have a new home now and I know I'm loved (although you can't tell that from my current haircut).
4. I'm very protective of my domain. I chase anything out that has four legs. The two legged ones are safe (for now).
5. I was named after the Dodge engine. Mom says this is the closest that she's ever going to have one. With all of us furbutts, she'll never be able to afford one.
6. I have the loudest meow that mom's ever heard (especially at 5am when everyone else is sleeping).
7. Anytime mom comes into the room I'm in, I always get up, greet her, and tell her a story. I'm such a good kitty!
Now I tag these 7 kitties:
1. Kiki (325537)
2. Chadwick (534672)
3. Hannah (580084)
4. Sammy (580770)
5. Dodger (580962)
6. Chesshire (575780)
7. MoshiMoshi (580817)
July 10th 2007 10:42 am
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What's the worst thing you can do to a long haired stud like myself? I'll give you 3 guesses and the first 2 don't count.
Mom shaved me!!! And she didn't even do a good job! In my arrival story and bio, it was stated that mom found me outside months ago and it appeared I either didn't have an owner or I have one that didn't take care of me. Either way, I have a new home now and mom is trying her best to take care of me. My fur is matted beyond belief on my belly and behind my legs and I won't let her try to fix it. I was also infested with fleas and the flea dirt is so bad, she can't comb it out or wash it out (I don't like baths). So, mom invested in a shaver. Several weeks ago, I let her shave off the mats around my ears and then she cleaned out my ears and wipes my eyes on a daily basis. I like to be brushed as long as it's my back and tail only. No place else. Well, the next step was inevitable.
Mom trapped me in the bedroom walk in closet and proceeded to shave as much of me as she could. You know that didn't go over very well with me. I protested every chance I got which contributed to the choppy shave job I received. I inflicted some serious war wounds on her! Then she went out and got the leather gloves. Oh well, I tried and continued to try. Mom was only able to shave my back and sides. She left my head and chest, legs and tail. She still can't get my belly and behind my legs!!!
I must admit, it's easier for me to clean myself and I'm not constantly swallowing all that long hair. Mom loves how soft my fur is now being short like it is. Unfortunately for me, I'm no longer a stud when I look in the mirror. Mom still thinks I'm adorable, but can you imagine the reaction of the other furbutts in the house? I'm getting attacked on a daily basis and mom has to constantly intervene.
I hear through the grapevine that my torture and humiliation isn't over. Mom talked to the vet yesterday and they gave her a pill to sedate me. If she's going to shave my belly and behind my legs, she's going to have to knock me out! I will not go willingly!!! Once I'm knocked out, she'll finish the job and try to even out the butcher job she did on me the other day.
Pictures? Pictures you ask? I don't think so!!! At least not while I'm coherent. Now when my little butt is knocked out, who knows. So, if pictures mysteriously appear on my page, please take pity on me and realize I didn't cooperate of my own free will. It was the drugs I tell you!!!