Wicket


Maine Coon
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Home:Pensacola, FL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 16 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 13 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Wickey-tickey, Monkey

Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Coloration:
Brown Tabby

Arrival Story:
We were driving along an interstate highway in a rural part of Alabama when my husband spotted a cute little fluffy kitten sitting on the shoulder, crying. It was just starting to rain and huge trucks were flying by. I worked at a mall then, so I kept some dry cat food in the car to put out for the strays, so one of us (I can't remember who) started walking towards Wicket with some of the food. I was terrified he'd get scared and dart into traffic, but he ran right over. The whole ride back to Florida he was trying to get back to the leftover pizza we had in the back seat from lunch.

Bio:
Wicket is very needy and high maintenance. He gets crazy sometimes and runs through the house chattering. Where we were living at the time, we had the framework up to enclose a hall closet, but we never did and he'd dash down the hall and up the two by four, onto the shelf. That's how he got the Monkey nickname. He can't stand closed doors; he'll stand outside and paw at them for you to open up! He's terrified of plastic garbage/leaf bags, but he will crawl inside a plastic grocery bag if one gets left lying around.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
June 30th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Catster Id:
575166


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July 14, 2007 - I had a horrible week!

July 14th 2007 7:24 am
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I had to go to the vet on Thursday. Mummy and Daddy said it was for "vaccinations." I didn't like it. I had to sit on a cold table and have a ouchy shot and the vet poked around on my neck a lot and then took blood. Mummy and Daddy said he was "checking my thyroid."

When I got home, I felt okay, but I had to go into the bedroom all by myself. Mummy and Daddy said it's because I get a cold sometimes after I go to the vet. They call it an "upper respiratory condition." After a few hours, I didn't feel so good at all. Mummy me my dinner and I wouldn't eat it. Daddy fixed me a bowl of milk and I wouldn't drink it. They sat with me and pet me and cried. I think maybe it has something to do with one of my siblings; Mah-mah went to the vet last week and never came home, and Mummy and Daddy cried a lot then, too.

In the middle of the night, I felt better and I ate my dinner and I drank my milk, and Mummy gave me some dry food and played with me a little with the laser pointer. She said she wasn't as worried anymore, but Daddy wanted the vet to check me out, so I had to get in the carrier and go to the vet again!

The vet said my thyroid test came back perfectly normal, but then he looked in my mouth and he said he didn't know how he missed it yesterday, but my gums are swollen and infected around two of my fangs. I have to take some medicine now and I'll have to go back to the vet soon for a cleaning. He also said something about "extractions." I don't think I like the sound of that.

Mummy and Daddy say they only try to do what's best for us, but sometimes I have my doubts about that. I think I'd've been a lot happier if I could have just stayed at home this week.

 
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