November 27th 2008 1:11 pm
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No need for me to think today is anything special. I am grateful for everything I have and I show it daily.
I am mom’s most reliable cat. I am usually somewhere near her so I can be petted as she walks by me. She gives me Gerber baby meats in lysine twice a day, and she’s trying to help me gain a little extra weight even though the vet says I am just fine.
I am not grateful for the sweater I wear at bedtime but I have to admit I am nice and warm and toasty underneath.
I am grateful for all of the comfortable places I have to nap.
November 20th 2008 12:25 pm
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My furriend KC tagged me and asked me to share five things I am grateful for.
1. I am glad my mom fusses over me and takes care of me. Even though she makes me wear a sweater some cold nights …
2. I guess I am glad mom brought Cammi home last Christmas. She’s a nice warm little thing to curl up with.
3. I am grateful to be an indoor only kitty with access to kibble all day and then my lysine in Gerber baby food twice a day.
4. I have lots of toys and catnip and those things keep me busy.
5. I am grateful mom is able to give me good vet care even though I hate the stuff she has to do to me to keep me healthy.
Mom’s back is sore so she’s not going to sit at the computer and tag anyone, but if any of my furriends reading this wants to play, consider this your invite *a virtual headbonk from Scottie*
November 1st 2008 5:41 pm
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I feel terrible for my mom and human sister. They will be voting on Tuesday.
Mom is very scared about her choices for president. But there are other things on the ballot she feels need her vote so she will vote despite how she feels about the presidential vote. Either way it's going to be nasty she says. She is planning on her taxes going up up up and her ability to get work going way down. A sad state of affairs indeed!
Mom thinks that it is important to vote for Propositions 2 and 4. Farm animals deserve humane treatment and she has always thought that. So she told me that one gets a yes vote.
The Parental Notification is as important to be voted down. Some human girls can't trust their parents to not go postal on them should they find themselves in the unthinkable position of an unplanned pregnancy. Since mom's a nurse she's seen abused children and teens. So no on Proposition 4.
There are some others, but for her those are the most important. Generally speaking, if it is something that will raise taxes or benefit just a few people, she votes no.
So I'm glad I'll be curled up on the bed napping when she goes out to vote on Tuesday.
October 12th 2008 8:44 pm
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Mom just came home from spending some time with Milagrito’s mom. She had major surgery earlier this week and mom was worried about her, so she went to Milagrito’s house to see his mom and take care of her and see how she was doing.
And she is doing very very well considering she had major surgery and NO FUN with the nurses. But I will leave that story to Milagrito when he’s up to telling that story.
What mom wants me to tell you is what a good daddy Milagrito’s daddy is. He takes good care of Milagrito and his sister Sirenita. But best of all, he takes very good care of Milagrito’s mom and my mom says that is why Milagrito’s mom is doing so well. He is a good daddy—he feeds Milagrito, and his mom and littermate Sirenita. He makes sure Milagrito’s mom takes her medicine and is comfortable. And he even took time off to stay home with Milagrito and help take care of his mom.
Milagrito is indeed a lucky kitty cat.
October 9th 2008 3:23 pm
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Okay so technically a couple of games were played in Europe, but the real North American NHL season starts soon! So many games, so little time.
Mom says she might buy an HD big-screen television and get a high-definition satellite dish so we can watch hockey bigger and better! Ryan will sit and watch hockey with mom. Me not so much. But I have to say "go Avs" 'cause of my namesake being there, and "go Ducks" 'cause of Ryan's namesake. Mom's still not rooting for the hometown Sharks. Bunch of homers MOL
October 1st 2008 12:21 am
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So mom's checking her e-mail and getting ready to go to bed when she gets an e-mail from Catster. I'm a daily diary pick! Thank you so much for reading about me, a plain 'ol little spotted silver tabby kitty with FHV—ME!
Mom's going to give me some Gerber when Cammi's not around, and right now she and I are off to bed! Mom's hand and wrist hurts, and she has class in the morning. But isn't this just not fair, she LEFT us this evening to go to a hockey game. Isn't that horrible what a terrible reason to leave a cat home alone!
September 24th 2008 12:34 pm
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Thank you to my friends for my birthday present gifts.
Thanks for the footballs Patrick and Miles. Playing with balls is fun & Cammi and I do plenty!
Thanks to Wally, and Reno and Paisan and their big fur family for the paw!
And finally, thanks to my nephew Scottie Squirrel for the birthday cake. I blew out all 8 candles in one try! Your first b-day is coming up soon ... and I won't forget!
September 23rd 2008 10:26 am
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I woke up this morning and I felt the same as yesterday, except so far today I have received extra cuddles and hugs and mom is calling me "birthday boy." I am eight years old today, the oldest cat in our household. Mom hopes I can stick around for at least another 10 years, but with my herpes, we have no way of knowing. My last trip to the vet was mostly thumbs-up (except for the heartworm scare and the little areas of soreness in the back of my mouth, I'm getting a dental in February, yuck!) and my parts are working well so nothing to worry about.
Mom says if she goes out today she will bring me back a present from Petco. I am not sure what I'd ask for, I have a HUGE basket full of toys, and I like my kitty perch by the door. I am not too crazy about eating canned food. Maybe just some extra Greenies while Matt's not around to push me off of them, and lots of love like every day!
P.S. Mom says no senior kitty food until the v-e-t says so. My lysine in Gerber baby meats is my daily treat!
August 22nd 2008 9:05 pm
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Oh my cat, she did it again! Yesterday just after lunch mom grabbed a cat carrier and went looking for a cat. Except I was the cat she was looking for! I got popped into the soft carrier, placed on Big Pink, and taken to the car. Mom put me in the carrier on the front seat, and Big Pink in the trunk.
I am not sure why I had to go to the v-e-t. When we got there, mom took Big Pink out of the trunk and put me in it. I love riding in Big Pink and going into the v-e-t's office like royalty! The staff loves it!
One of the techs wheeled me to a treatment room, and gave me a mini-tour. It was pretty cool until they took me out and poked me with a needle! First they tried to get blood from my neck, but they ended up getting blood from my back leg. It sucked being held down. But just like that I was back in big Pink, and soon back into the car.
I am a good cat when riding in the car and I don't cry. But we got off the freeway and stopped somewhere ... and out came big Pink and in I went. I had no idea what mom was up to!
We went into a pet food store to get canned food for Cammi the spoiled canned food addict! It was pretty interesting getting a tour of the store. Lots of people stopped and looked at me and said "oh how cute!"
Well duh I know I'm cute!
So I've been promised I don't have to go back to the v-e-t until February, unless I have a nasty snotty herpes flare-up.
I still don't know why I had more lab work though.
*Scottie's mom here. His lab work indicates chronic inflammation but it's due to a bit of stomatitis in the back of his mouth near the saliva glands. It's a side effect of his FHV so he gets Maxi Guard Oral Care gel two or three times a week very much against his will! He pees on me! But everything else is good—liver, kidneys, blood count. So good news for Scottie!
August 8th 2008 9:32 pm
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The boss of the cats! Mom tells me everything and she told me Matt’s getting his teeth cleaned and then eventually he will be moving in with my human sister once my human sister gets her own place. Even though mom wants to adopt another kitty once Matt is gone, mom isn’t so sure her human daughter’s relationship is going to last and she’s afraid Matt and his mommy will return to us in 6 months MOL
Mom is a bit sad because she read our furriend Ashley went to the Bridge today. It reminds her of my brofur Elliott, who has been gone since March 2007. We both still miss him badly. They both fought CRF, though Ashley also had IBD, and Ashley made it to 17 ytears of age! Mom says CRF kitties are fighters. Condolences to Ashley’s family, and Ashley, please let my brofur Elliott show you around!
July 22nd 2008 9:54 pm
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Mom got a call from the vet yesterday... I am in the clear. I was exposed to heartworm but do not have it. Mom has to be more careful in making sure I get my Revolution every month for heartworm protection. It is a dangerous thing for kitties and especially herpes kitties!
So Matt can still get his dental next month.
July 19th 2008 11:22 am
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Mom just received a phone call from the v-e-t. My heartworm test was positive! That doesn't mean I have heartworms, because its life cycle in cats is very different than in dogs, but that I have been exposed to the larvae. Mom says that explains why I sometimes have a dry cough that isn't a furball cough!
So the v-e-t is doing more tests on my blood and then we will get a plan as to what to do for me. But I will be okay and I don't want any of my friends worrying about me!
But my other tests were good except for some markers indicating inflammation, but that's explained by the little irritation I have on my gums at the back of my mouth. So soon mom's going to brush my teeth and give me my ear medicine. YUCK!!
July 18th 2008 9:36 pm
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I went to the vet today for my physical exam. I was on the receiving end of a lot of things, but got a real good exam from a very thorough vet. Because I am almost 8, I am considered a senior cat, so I had senior cat lab work... nearly $200 for just my blood test! He is concerned about my herpes, even though I am doing well right now. I have a bit of stomatitis, so mom's going to have to start brushing my teeth and using a mouthwash on me. AND the nasty yeast infection is back in my ear so I get tresaderm every day for three weeks and a special ear wash. He also wants my mom to take me to a feline opthmalogist to look at my eyes, just to see if anything special can be done for my weepy eyes. The vet said it is obvious I am a loved and cared-for kitty.
I got my rabies shot, and some Evolution flea medicine, and I got wormed even though mom doesn't see pieces of anything in my poo. I have gained nearly a pound after my molars were pulled last spring, and I have to go back in 6 months for a dental.
Mom brought me into the vet's office riding in Big Pink. I am their only client who comes into the office riding in a stroller. Cammi came with me. MOL Cammi is a bit on the chunky side and will have to go down to one can of Weruva or Tiki Cat a day. No more of two cans a day for little Miss Cammi.
July 10th 2008 9:53 pm
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Ryan has to go to the v-e-t tomorrow. Mom wants to get some medication to calm him down when my human sister comes back.
I don't mind her a bit. Ryan's just being a thug. Mom doesn't want him running from room to room trying to hide from her! He doesn't remember her, he was just a tiny kit when she left.
July 7th 2008 12:40 pm
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When I got my lysine in baby food for breakfast today, mom told me we are entering another heat wave. I like to be warm but not overheated!
You bipeds have it easy not having as much fur as we felines do. My mom tries to keep us comfy by keeping the blinds drawn and a nice fan going at kitty level in the dark bedroom. She also makes sure we have lots of fresh water in the kitchen and in the bedroom.
So I'm hiding in the bedroom with Ryan and Matt and Cammi. Well not really hiding—we are all asleep on the bed enjoying the fan. What we really like is when she comes to check on us and gives us GREENIES!!!! It's never too hot for GREENIES!
June 27th 2008 8:22 am
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Mom brought us a present and then she took it away from us! Unfair!
She bought us a small catnip plant and she's going to hang it outside and pull off fresh pieces of the plant if she can keep it alive (mom's not much of a grower!). She put it on the floor to show it to us, I was being polite and deeply sniffing, but Cammi (she always messes things up!!!) walked up to it, sniffed, and then took a mouthfull of leaves and ran!
So the catnip plant is way up on a shelf next to Elliott's ashes. He really liked catnip lots and I am certain he would approve. Until mom has the hanger, the little plant gets to go outside during the day and comes in at night.
I hope to get a good sniff of it sometime today though!
June 4th 2008 8:11 pm
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Mom is thinking about getting kitty health insurance for us. Even though none of us are chronically ill, she knows how fast that can change. And we are all overdue for our yearly physicals, so she figures she can pay insurance premiums and get reimbursed for our physicals and be somewhat even financially ...
I wouldn't let her look in my mouth to see if I need a cleaning, though she got a peek at my "fangs" and they are still pretty! I don't have any trouble eating (none of us do) and after I had those two molars pulled I have nice breath, thanks to about 20 Greenies a day! MOL
Mom has decided to ask the vet if Ryan can go on some antidepressants or antianxiety medication when my human sister comes back. I'm cool with her, but Ryan's not, and mom doesn't think Ryan deserves the stress.
So the first two to be bundled off to the vet will be ... me and Ryan! We will both get lab work done but mom's probably not going to give us booster shots as we never go outside (or over the patio or contact other cats). She knows Matt needs a cleaning so he will go in July, and Cammi will go for her one-year physical in August.
The vet's office likes us 'cause mom bakes 'em snacks!
May 30th 2008 3:58 pm
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Hmm five fabulous things about moi, Scott Tabby? There's just so much more to me ...
1. I am not afraid of house guests. I will walk right up and greet anyone who comes in. The satellite dish repairman calls me "Scottie Hottie" 'cause I sit near him and watch him work. Same with the apartment maintenance men. Everyone else goes poof.
2. I have never been a homeless kitty. I was born in mom's closet and have always been her kitty, though she planned for a friend of hers to take me. The friend's situation was never stable enough for mom's liking, and I stayed her kitty!
3. I like to ride on mom's shoulders and supervise certain things from up there—cooking, changing sheets on the bed, or just enjoying the opportunity to be taller than everyone else!
4. I am a talking tabby. I speak when spoken too, and speak when I feel like speaking. I have a special miaow when I am looking for a toy or carrying my catnip babies around.
5. I am nice to other cats but yesterday when my human sister brought her boyfriend's d-o-g by—YUCK!!!! Don't EVEN like those things!
I'm tagging some of Matt and Ryan's friends too, because there's not 5 fabulous things about Ryan so he can't do this meme MOL He's from 'da hood and most of the time he acts like it, too! Matt is too lazy to be fabulous!
Charlie
Vinnie the chin
Paddy
Surfer
Meatball
May 23rd 2008 8:37 pm
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This afternoon mom said we needed to catch up with some of our Catster furriends, and we checked out some of our furriend's diaries and families. We visited Ashley in WVa, the brave kitty who fights CRF every day, just like our brofur Elliott who is at the Bridge did.
Anyway, Ashley's human is a kind soul, and she found kittens a few weeks ago. Mom watched the updated video, and the kits are about the same age that Elliott was when she adopted him. There is a little tuxedo guy who looks so much like E, and Ashley's mom named him Elliott.
Mom was sitting there watching the video, crying! She said "look Scottie, this is exactly how E was when he was a kitten"—he wasn't roughhousing with his baby sisfurs but rather just watched the world go by him and enjoy being petted and loved by Ashley's mom.
Elliott has been gone over a year and she can still cry about him! And she has Ryan and Cammi but she still sees tuxedo kitties and has such a soft spot for them!
Mom says it's a good thing the little guy is in WVa or we'd be adding to our household. As it is, she knows the little sweetheart will get a fantastic forever home, or maybe even Ashley's mom will be a sucker for that sweet tuxedo face!
Humans are just strange ...
May 13th 2008 4:30 pm
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Mom's so happy—the Sharks fired their coach! She hopes they find a good coach who isn't a jerk like Ron Wilson was, a coach who can get that bunch of overpaid underachievers to play well all seaaosn and into the playoffs.
But of course ... the Sharks raised ticket prices a whole bunch too. So she's not anticipating going to many games next season ...
Ryan has been going on and on about his new drinking fountain. Well you know something I like it a lot too! We all have been drinking lots more water and mom notices she has to clean out litter box more often, but as long as we are happy and healthy she can deal with it.
May 2nd 2008 9:21 am
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We have some new tiny furriends—right now their adoptive mom calls them the Woodland Fairies, and they are oh so cute!
They are here: http://www.catster.com/dogs/778148 (I know, it says dogs but you will go there and see three super-cute baby kits!)
What is extra-cool about them is one of the kits looks a lot like our Bridge brofur Elliott, so now the kit's name is Elliott or Elliotte (depending on if he's a he or she's a she!). Mom wishes that we weren't on the opposite coast of where this cutie lives. She'd have that baby be our new kitty sib in a heartbeat!
I am thankful we live across country, because I can't imagine living in a home with three tuxedo cats! The horrors!
But if you live close to West Virginia, please give these cute kits a look-over! They are being raised by their furmom Titania and by one of the bravest and toughest kitties on Catster, Ashley.
April 24th 2008 9:19 pm
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Oh my cat, has it been twenty days since anyone has heard from me, Scott Tabby?
We can't have that!
Obviously mom's been busy again. There is no public information officer at one of her community colleges so she's trying to cover that college too. Good thing is she comes home at night! She still works mostly from home but she ties herself to the computer and the phone and barely takes bathroom breaks!
So today she went to work in the morning and came home after lunch. It was nice out and she thought we'd enjoy patio time. Well yes, thank you, we would. Mom moved everything that Cammi jumps on so she can jump over but Cammi was bad and jumped anyway! I ran inside and started miaowing but mom heard Cammi's bell collar get loud and then silent.
So it took mom 10 minutes to catch that brat! She runs along the walls in the thick bushes and gets confused as to where she is. So she cries but then she runs away.
And Cammi told me she met a kitty outside. He's being fed but he doesn't look like he gets any love or lives in a house. They stared each other down and Cammi hisses and walked away, but still mom couldn't catch her. So she got one of Cammi's toys to bribe her in.
So Ryan gets mad because Cammi ruined it for us before he knew the door was open for playtime. Mom finds him and whispers to him "wanna go out?" OF course he does, so he follows her to the door and quietly puts on his bell collar. By the time he was ready to go, guess who else was there? Yep, the brat!
Mom says "no you don't Cammi" and she gets Big Pink out of the corner and zips Cammi in. She puts the stroller out on the patio so Cammi can watch the bugs. Except she cries! We took a short stroll to the mailbox and mom parked Big Pink in front of the glass window and Cammi and I got out and Matt got in! He loves it when Big Pink has a view!
April 4th 2008 3:22 pm
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Sometimes my mom is so funny ...
Today she had to go to the doctor to get a stress echocardiogram. It's not like she was having symptoms of everything, but she has high blood pressure (treated) and a bad family history. But she was so sore this morning, she wasn't even sure she could drive the 50 miles to the doctor, let along put up with being on a treadmill as it went into an incline (her back acts up when she walks on inclines).
She said it wasn't so terrible! Taking us for strolls has helped her a bit, and she was able to complete the test—except for asking they did not incline the treadmill 'cause she felt it in her back. And as expected, her heart is good, and she didn't do a single abnormal heartbeat! Not a one!
But now she's sore so I am being the boss man of the house. That means I had to rat Cammi out when she was a bad girl and jumped over the patio wall! And she was a class-A brat! She was digging in the dirt and rolling around and now is as dirty as Ryan when he comes back from his adventures.
The difference between Ryan and Cammi is Ryan is afraid of everyone and runs from strange people ... Cammi isn't like that at all and mom's worried someone will pick that little cuddle bug up and take her home. We have all grown quite attached of that little Cammi Hammy kit.
March 29th 2008 6:53 pm
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I am glad I can't read or subscribe to user groups. And I don't get to go on Catster by myself so I never see sad things, but I know when there's lots of sad things floating around.
So many Bridge kitties in the past week, on Catster and in mom's CRF & Angel on My Shoulder Yahoo groups. I keep telling her to unsubscribe to those groups, but she wants to keep up with the latest treatments and such ... just in case. Yes, I am 7 years old, but mom, you learned so much from Elliott! You learned that your small-town vet was wrong when he told you E couldn't have dentals after the age of 11 or so because he'd be too old for the anesthesia. It's not your fault that E got CRF or that you missed it. And stop worrying about me! I am as healthy as I can be, even with my morning snot rockets that I like to share with you. I get my physicals, and we will be doing them twice a year with full labs. And if I need my teeth cleaned again, we will do it.
Sometimes mom confides in me that she should have gone to a bereavement therapist when Elliott passed away. She is pretty sure what she felt at the time he left is normal, and she is pretty sure it's still okay to miss him terribly. But E sent Ryan and Cammi to us, so it's not like there's no black and white kitties around anymore. If you ask me, I would have been just fine without them, but now I can't imagine not having those two around. Sometimes the combined brain power of those two is a negative number. Apart they are clever cats, but together they are nothing but trouble. And to think Ryan HATED little Cammi when she came to us on Christmas Eve!
She just feels terrible for all of those families who have the same pain as she did. A year later it's less, but the pain of bereavement isn't like the pain of childbirth. Mom says she's not about to forget how much it hurts to lose someone they love, of the two-legged or four-legged variety. She cried more for Elliott than anyone else she has lost in her life. Even humans and other furkids and beloved horses.
Sometimes it's tough being the tabby man of the house. I think there will be lots of bedtime cuddles for all of us tonight. Even Ryan has sensed mom is a bit down and he's been sitting on her desk—purring! And let me tell you something about Ryan's purr—it's pretty darn loud!
March 27th 2008 10:44 am
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Tomorrow's Ryan's first birthday. He is already spoiled rotten. It's a shame he now outweighs me because I'd love to give him a birthday smackdown.
I should probably tell him he won't feel any different but I want for him to wonder and worry about officially becoming a cat.
Maybe Cammi will smack him down. She's crazy enough to take him on.
March 24th 2008 9:51 pm
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It's been nice having mom home sick, but that ends tomorrow. For a few hours at least. She has an event at one of the colleges and she's hoping that lots of media types show up to honor her boss, who is winning an award for community service. Then she's got another event on Wednesday evening.
I've been staying near mom when she curls up on the couch, and I really like doing that. She's been petting and brushing me and I love the attention. I do like being combed! The weather is getting nice again and I think it will soon be time for lots of strolling again!
Right now I'm waiting for mom to go to bed. I like to sleep on her left side, using her legs as a pillow. She likes for me to be close enough that she can keep a hand on me. She says I am such a comfort to her.
I'm a lucky spotted silver tabby cat!
March 18th 2008 1:31 am
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So today my mom got herself all dressed up and blow dried her hair and wandered off to what she said was a job interview. She had a fever of over 101 and was mostly voiceless. Under the best of circumstances my mom is pretty ditzy, but with a fever, she is exceptionally brainless.
Fortunately for mom, the job she is interviewing for is a job she has been doing for the past two years, and one of the interviewers is someone she has worked with quite a bit.
Unfortunately for mom, she wasn't at her best. She absolutely forgot to bring up two marketing campaigns that she's had a hand in for her colleges—one was creating the motto one of the colleges uses ("Education with Attitude!") and the other is a Districtwide fundraising effort so CEOs will fall in love with her colleges' students so they will give money. I'm not so sure I understand what that has to do with anything, but mom says it's most satisfying to help students who did not think they ever could go to college actually GO to college and do well!
She hopes that the person she's worked with a lot recognizes that mom wasn't on her most intelligent behavior and that she makes it past the next step. My mom likes what she's doing a lot!
Yesterday my brofurs and little sisfur Cammi made a virtual trip down to Buenos Aires as an announcement junket to announce our furriend Milagrito's candidacy for president. His campaign motto is Tuna 4 All. That is a platform we can get behind. I have been promised the Secretary of Health position, and because of my chronic herpes and need to avoid extremes in weather, my office will be in Tahiti. My sisfur Cammi will be an intern and share her duties with Daisy. Strangely, Cammi and Daisy are required to wear thongs or blue dresses to work. My brofur Ryan will be press secretary because he's very accommodating to the media, giving them viagra in their margaritas and chloral hydrate in their cheeseburgers' secret sauce. The media types love the way Ryan makes them feel!! Matt does not yet have a job but he is highly qualified for any government position as he eats, sleeps, poops and generally does nothing, just like many government employees!
Mom also promises she will stop abusing us by leaving us alone all of the time for the next couple of days. Mostly because she's sick and can't do much about it until she starts hacking up green stuff from her lungs. Kind of like what happens to me with my morning sneezes. Only then can a doctor do anything for us.
March 8th 2008 1:46 am
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When mom works away from home, she finds she needs attention from me much more! She comes home keyed-up from work and mostly from the short drive home. Driving her little car with a clutch still hurts her, though she's been less sore this week than she's expected. Except for Thursday night.
I do like that there are signs spring is on its way. The sunshine feels great on my fur and we cats have been spending more time in the upstairs bedroom sunning ourselves in the window. And I'm itching to go for more strolls!
March 2nd 2008 6:18 pm
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I got to go on a solo stroll with mom, and you know something, I like it! She talks to me and stops and shows me things to look at and imagine that I could chase or catch them. And today there were lots of squirrels and kids out and the kids ran up to me or by me and said "I like your cat."
I like people who like cats.
It was over too soon, because it was a bit chilly and it's getting dark, but I think I like these solo strolls, so now I need to go tell that stupid tuxedo collection that they are stupid for hiding when Big Pink comes out! MOL
February 26th 2008 3:34 pm
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What would my mom do without me to rat out my kitty sibs?
It was so nice this afternoon, mom gave us some extra patio time. There's a litter box out there and plenty of sunshine, so we pretty much stay out of trouble.
Well except for Ryan. AND CAMMI!!!!
Cammi has been watching Ryan jump over for as long as she's known him. She's so small that mom didn't think she could jump up the wall herself. But just in case, mom dug out Cammi's collar that she was wearing at the rescue place.
I was paying attention while mom was working. All of a sudden it got too quiet, and she got up to check on us. I was in the far corner, peeking out between the gap in the patio floor and the wall. She asked "what's up Scottie?" and I miaowed my "they are being bad kitties mom!" meow and she looked over the wall and THERE WAS CAMMI AND RYAN sniffing in the mud!
All mom had to say was "RY-AN" and he came back over. Not Cammi. Mom went outside to get her, and Cammi made it a game of chase. Finally when she was tired of being chased, she sat down and let mom pick her up.
Which proves mom's right about Cammi. Anyone can pick her up!
So the screen door is closed and mom's not sure what she is going to do about patio time for us.
First Ryan blew it, and now Cammi. Actually way back ,Elliott blew it for us too when he'd jump over and disappear for days. What is it about tuxedo cats and trouble? Why can't they be more tabby-like and good and thoughtful toward their mommies' feelings?
February 20th 2008 12:49 am
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I'm a daily diary pick! Wow, I sure like it when people read about me. Mom says I am the tabby man of the house, and I guess it's good that someone likes to read about my life being the boss cat without being confrontational.
This weekend I am going to be a groomscat for a wedding. I have no idea what I am supposed to do but the groom, Swee' Pea, says he's got it under control. I don't think I'm the marrying kind of cat. It would take attention away from my mom, who loves me probably more than any wife could!
Thanks for reading about me, effuryone!
February 13th 2008 11:52 am
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My mom says she doesn't have time to research our furriends who have not yet been tagged, so we aren't tagging anyone. But here's my seven facts...
1. I have always lived with my human mom, I was born into a forever home
2. I prefer my lysine in Gerber turkey baby food but also like the variety of being served chicken, veal, beef and lamb. I don't like the ham baby food.
3. I get mad when mom washes my face, especially around my eyes
4. I get even madder when she sneaks up on me and uses the tresaderm ear drops
5. I like to tattle on my kitty sibs if they are doing something wrong. Mom says I have a special tattle-tale meow just for that purpose
6. I like catnip toys the best
7. I like to sleep as close to my mom as I can without going under the covers
February 11th 2008 5:43 pm
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It's been unseasonably warm here in SJ, so when mom got back from a writing errand, she decided that Cammi and whomever she caught would go into Big Pink for a ride. She confessed to me that she really wanted to make it a tuxedo stroll with Ryan and Cammi, but Ryan was being a class-A jerk. Not that I was being any better! I sat at the top of the stairs just out of reach and watched her fluff our blankies to get ready to go. Cammi was just hanging around ready to go, she kept jumping in and out of Big Pink. Finally I came downstairs thinking I was all coy, and I tried to run under the bed but mom grabbed my tail and my legs! So into Big Pink I went along with Cammi.
I like to ride silently, except when I see a squirrel or bird real close, then I do the kitty hunter click. But Cammi, oy! She talked all the way and wouldn't shut up! I don't believe she was crying, she was just talking back and forth with mom. As much as I like strolls, I like peaceful strolls so I hope she stops talking soon. Or that I get left at home and Ryan gets stuck listening to her talk about ... whatever!
Still, it was nice and I complained for about 30 minutes after it was over—way too soon!
February 6th 2008 6:04 pm
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It is an enormous responsibility being tabby man of the house. I am responsible for being near mom and giving her love and affection as much as I can. It is up to me to keep the others in line, and to tattle on them when they are doing bad things. Usually Ryan is the only one using his imagination in the wrong way MOL
One of my responsibilities is listening to mom, though I do not offer solutions. Apparently yesterday there was a thing called an election. Usually things are easy for mom—if it raises taxes, she votes no. But the thing called "president" ... not as easy.
The thing that bugs mom about some people is how they choose a person to vote for. She thinks that all too often people just do what their friends do, or people of their same ethnic group do, and really don't think things through. She works around a lot of people who think very differently politically than she does, so she doesn't talk much about politics with her coworkers.
I am glad that she isn't expecting an answer from me on this one. And I am also glad that cats don't have the right to vote, because I think I would be as frustrated as she is today.
Mom says next time she votes, in November, she will take me in the stroller so maybe I can help her think. Besides, the election people will think I am cute!
January 30th 2008 1:11 pm
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For as long as mom has been my mom she should know me better! Yesterday Ryan didn't come in from patio time and I knew he wasn't in! I kept running out the door and asking for more patio time, but she didn't get it until he'd been gone for 12 hours!
It wasn't mom's fault all the way, Ryan knows better than to take long adventures. But I knew he was out there and I felt I could find him.
Even though the few times I got brave enough to jump over, I got lost!
Anyway, Cammi, Matt and I played on the patio from midnight to 3 a.m. even though it was cold and rainy to try to entice Ryan to come home. And he did!
Today he's sleeping, he had a can of Tiki Cat and a can of Weruva with Cammi so far today and he isn't even going to the door to ask for time outside!
Silly Ryan King! And good thing he was wearing his bell collar so mom could find him and know he was okay, even if he was scared to death.
January 29th 2008 7:07 am
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I was laying on top of mom like I do every morning (I don't sleep there all night, but after she gets up and does her business and I do mine, I like to come back to bed and lie on mom's side) and thinking about how lucky I am to have been born into my forever home, even though we didn't know at the time I was in my forever home! Mom had every intention of rehoming all 5 of us, but there was something special about me and one of my littermates who had a cute tail and a good personality. Because we were born at the end of September we were perfect Christmas kittens. A man wanted two of us for his mother, and he specifically asked for my little pointed sister and me, even though I was pretty sick. Obviously I didn't go to that very good home in Palm Springs but she did give my funny-tailed brother to the man. Mom wanted him to have his own home with our sister and be totally spoiled. She hopes both have a wonderful life.
Anyway, mom thinks about the kind of cat I am, and the personality of each of my fursibs. I am the only one who has known only one human mom. Ryan was born to a bunch of humans who did not love him (though thankfully they fed him for awhile), Matt was born in a dumpster and rescued along with his family, and Cammi was born at a shelter but immediately placed with a family who took wonderful care of her. Between the 4 of us, Cammi and I are the most confident. Ryan is a bit jumpy and suspicious around people he doesn't know, and while Matt isn't jumpy, he just hides (though it might be because he misses his mommy).
My little nephew Scottie Squirrel is lucky like me, born into his forever home. I can tell by his pictures he is a confident little guy, not at all shy about grabbing what he wants and running with it. I think it is sad that more kitties can't be born into their forever homes, but it does make me happy when kitties do find a forever home and can begin the process of becoming a confident, wanted and most importantly, LOVED feline!
I am going back to bed now. Cammi and Ryan had breakfast so they will both quit bugging me!
January 23rd 2008 2:27 pm
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Hello my furriends!
It's been kind of chilly here all week, and crazy mom was considering taking me and Cammi or me and Ryan out for a stroll with the weather guard on Big Pink. The thermometer might say 47 degrees (F) but it feels a lot colder, as if it could snow on the nearby mountains. She went out to get the mail and changed her mind! Which is good, because even with the weather cover she would have made me wear that blasted sweater! But she is itching to go for a walk so who knows!
Mom is (as usual) watching the mailbox for a paycheck. She needs to take Cammi for her second shots and she thinks she will take Matt to the doctor too. He's had a bit of the pudding poo and (stop reading here if you are squeamish) he's sort of licked his bum into a sore pink mess! Mom is like "if this were a person I'd know what to do, but you can't just put anything on a cat where he can lick it off." So all she can do is wash his hiney and hope for the best. He's not acting sick, he eats and drinks like he usually does, but his poo is stinky.
As for me, I am purr-fect. I slept on mom's head last night and our combined body heat made her think she was having night sweats MOL I love doing that to her! But I also love sleeping close to her, and she likes having me nearby, so it evens out!
Mom is still thinking about Shelby and his mom too. Mom heard "Dry" on the radio today and got teary. I sure hope someone keeps her occupied on March 16, the first anniversary of E's passing.
She does say she is happy I stayed with her and am such a good tabby man.
January 20th 2008 5:58 pm
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I am surprised that no one noticed, but my furriend Shelby was Diary of the Day yesterday and my little sisfur Cammi was Diary of the Day today! I think Shelby had a hand in that—he knows spoiled brat when he sees it! Either that or Elliott put Catster up to it!
She's been impossible today; she's gotten so many rosettes from furriends and new furriends. She is such the diva, I don't know how we will live with her. Still, she has won us all over and when we do our patio time, we all keep an eye on her. I just hope she doesn't copy Ryan's climbing up stucco!
Mom thinks Matt may need to go to the vet before me, he's had a bit of the runs and even though he's not lost a pound and still eats and drinks, it's unusual for Matt to be less than 100%. Cammi's got a bit of the runs too, but Ryan and I don't.
Still, thank you Catster for helping my baby sisfur make furriends!
January 19th 2008 9:28 am
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There is an article in today's San Jose paper about strollin' cats—that's me and Ryan and Cammi! Maybe it will get more people and their cats out strollin'!
http://www.mercurynews.com/pets/ci_8018472
It's nice enough here today we might just get a stroll ourselves after mom's noon meeting. It will be nice to enjoy some sunshine outside and see what the crazy squirrels are up to!
January 18th 2008 9:38 am
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Mom has been talking about Shelby and his mom most of this morning. Luckily I am a cat and I am not expected to have any answers for her. I just sit or nap nearby and let her talk.
Shelby's mom started cleaning up after him. Now for those of you who have never had a sick kitty with chronic renal failure, this is no small feat. There are medicines in the 'fridge and on the kitchen counters. There is usually a bag of lactated ringer's & tubing hanging somewhere convenient. There are also boxes of syringes and needles and IV fluids and tubing.
Shelby (and Elliott) also had lots of beds they could nap in wherever they wanted ... in the sun, in the corner, in the living room, in the bedroom, so they didn't have to walk far to be comfy. They also have fresh water all over the place and they get their water freshened a couple of times a day. You also have lots of cans of food the kitty won't eat because CRF kitties are nauseated and sometimes picky eaters.
CRF kitties also make swamps of litter boxes, so nurse mommies clean litter boxes a lot!
It is like having a human baby except the cat has more dignity.
When that kitty goes to the Bridge, you don't need any of that stuff anymore. At first nurse mommies (and daddies too I suppose) are sort of relieved abut the extra time they will have, wondering how they did it in the first place. Then they wish they could be doing it again and would give nearly anything to be taking care of that brave kitty.
I know so much because I was the only cat who stayed near Elliott when he got sick, and I stuck to my mom when she came home without him, and I've been at her side ever since.
My mom was so sad when she cleaned the litter box of Elliott's swamp for the last time. She gave his fluids to the vet to give to an elderly couple who was taking care of a couple of CRF kitties. She still has his potassium on the countertop and his injectable famotidine in the 'fridge. She still has his x-ray of when he rolled off the television and sprained his rear end and had to go to the emergency vet.
Kitties who have lost fursibs may be confused about what is going on, but it is important for us to be near our humans. Sometimes humans think they love the kitty who died more than they love us. And it might be true. But they need a fur friend in the worst way, and it's not hard to be close to them, just offering a purr or a paw.
Still, mom says it is painful missing a furkid, and she feels terrible for Shelby's mom. Even though she has other kitties, and has lost other kitties, he was HER kitty. Mom and I hope the hole in her heart heals soon.
January 17th 2008 3:12 pm
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My furriend Shelby went to the Bridge today and he went all by himself. At least he got to be in the sunshine surrounded by the people who loved him most, and he's back to his perfect self and he gets to see his brofurs Whiskey Lee and Gem. Hope Elliott looks him up ...
Mom feels terrible for Shelby's mom. The pit in your stomach, the pain in your heart when you lose a kitty you love more than anyone is just indescribable. And it's not easy for the kitties in the family either. Probably the worst is people who say "it was just a cat, get over it." Which apparently is what most humans say.
It was 10 months ago yesterday that Elliott left us. Mom tries to forget anniversaries.
Mom says kitties who fought CRF have lots of bravery and dignity and they get a special place at the Bridge where the water is always Smart water and they don't have to drink all the time to keep up with their fluid needs, and they can eat anything they want 'cause no one is reading the phosphorous content of the foods.
I better go be the tabby man of the house now ...
January 14th 2008 4:48 pm
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There is a pets column in the weekend edition of our local newspaper, the San Jose Mercury News. The lady who writes the column does a very good job of staying entertaining and nonjudgmental about sensitive topics, such as pit bulls eating people. That happens a lot here in San Jose!
Anyway, mom sent in a suggestion that the columnist do a story about strolling kitties. She didn't want the story to be about us, but rather about kitty strollers and how to get goin' with strollin'. One thing lead to another, and Ryan, Cammi and I are going to be in an article, along with our photographs! MOL Maybe we will single-handedly raise awareness of strolling and get more cats in the San Jose area strolling!
January 13th 2008 7:45 pm
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Don't want anyone thinking that I'm not the tabby man of the house anymore! It's been fun watching the antics between Ryan and Cammi trying to establish who is the baby. The two are so darn funny ...
Mom has been concerned that we won't eat canned food ... well maybe a nibble but not a meal! But then comes Cammi, who according to the rescue place, ate canned twice a day and free-choice kibble all the time. Well the little princess takes maybe a nibble or two of kibble, and gets two cans of food a day (the small 2 1/2 ounce cans). And mind you , not grocery store cat food .. boutique cat food place stuff ... Weruva, Tiki Cat, Wellness and Prairie! She uses her tiny size to make mom think that Cammi has to eat all of the time.
Then there's the tiny bed competition. Yes it was Ryan's tiny bed when he first came to live with us, but face it, Ryan's got a big butt and the tiny bed isn't so good for him, so now it's Cammi's. But it still tries real hard to squeeze into it. They aren't mean about it but it's just fun to curl up in my bed and watch the two of them compete for the tiny bed.
Mom said the only good thing about Ryan hissing at Cammi is that she could see how clean his teeth and gums are! She said he's got impressive teefs!
Earlier today poor Matt wanted to nap in the carrier and mom made him a soft and snuggly bed in it. Well guess who thought HE should have it? Yep, Ryan. Guess who soon thought SHE should have it? Yep, Cammi. Cammi won.
I am smart enough not to get into these little power trips and just watch them all play out. It's funny. I'm glad Cammi is here. She keeps Ryan on his toes so I don't have to!
January 5th 2008 3:47 pm
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Gah!!! Mom came home from PetCo with our Royal Canin kibble and of course she brought other stuff … speficially a fluffy feathery wand that she knows Cammi will love. But she reached into the bag and brought out other stuff ... sweaters!
I am a cat. I carry my clothes in the form of fur. I don't like the little strolling jacket or vest you bought, and this sweater ... I don't care how cute it is!
So mom put it on me and I promptly flopped over like a dying fish. I will not wear this thing, I will not walk in it or do anything. As a matter of fact, I will cry. A lot. And I will lie on my side as if I am sick and unable to move at all on my own until you take it off.
Of course she brings a tiny little gray sweater home for Cammi. And she doesn't complain a bit, she likes wearing sweaters as long as mom takes it off a couple of times a day so she can clean herself. She's prancing around the house like a queen.
Mom even put Ryan's vest on him, and he promptly went and hid and squirmed his way out of it.
Cammi ruins it for the rest of us.
January 3rd 2008 5:43 pm
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I was hoping for a stroll, but mom had to get groceries and by the time she got back, the weather was icky.
So I went to bed with Cammi. I gotta admit, when she's not trying to play, her warm little body radiates so much heat.
Only problem with Cammi—she has stinky kitten farts! She doesn't know that she will be going to the vet on the 13th to get another kitten shot, and mom is gonna ask about Cammi's farts. Ryan didn't fart like that! MOL
January 1st 2008 4:06 pm
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Cammi and I got to go for a quick stroll this afternoon to go pay the rent. The sunshine was warm but the air cold but not like the Arctic or anything! Cammi was wearing her little red sweater 'cause she's got the kitten sniffles.
Anyway, we have never seen so many squirrels! I couldn't stand it ... mom has never heard me do the kitty predatory click 'cause I'm not much of a predator! But I do have an image to project as Cammi's big brofur so I was clicking and meowing at those darn crazy squirrels! I think they were out and about because there is rain coming over the weekend. They were carrying pine cones, climbing up and down trees, and running directly in front of us! It was too much for me to deal with quietly!
It was a fun stroll but over way too quickly! Mom didn't want Cammi and me getting cold.
December 31st 2007 1:19 pm
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Ryan and Cammi and I have definitely called a truce! As a matter of fact, we enjoy playing with each other though we aren't yet cuddle buddies. Last night Cammi and I slept near each other but it was more like we were sleeping near mom.
Cammi still has the sniffles but mom is sure it's viral but not herpes. Just the unfortunate normal kitten sniffles kitties from shelters get. Still, I gotta admit she's a cute little girl who doesn't think she is as tiny as she really is! She loves chasing foam balls and tries real hard to engage us in her games.
Sisfurs aren't too terrible I guess ...
December 26th 2007 4:18 pm
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Mom thinks she knows why Ryan is being so mean to Cammi. It's in his blood, or so he believes!
You all know how Ryan is all proud of himself from coming from 'da hood. Well right now Ryan is acting like a gang member, being all hissy and mean to Cammi. I think it would just stop if Cammi could smack him across the face. But Cammi is very tiny and petite, and Ryan now weighs more than me!
See, Ryan thinks he's a gang member but there's a problem he doesn't know about. He doesn't have a gang! Matt and I are okay with her though she's still a bit to skittish to sleep next to either of us.
Mom says if Ryan doesn't play nice he's going to the doctor for some medical treatment. I think that means pills to mellow him out. But she hopes things get better, Ryan has been a tiny less hissy and Cammi isn't so afraid to come out and eat and use the box.
December 25th 2007 2:30 pm
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So this tiny girl kitty isn't so bad. We went on a stroll together, she was scared but I put my arm over her and protected her. I think she will be a nice strolling partner. Ryan has been pretty bratty lately though he went on his first solo stroll before Cammi and I went out.
I didn't ask to raise another kitten but mom relies on me not to be a jerk! I play a little rough with Cammi and mom just quietly asks me to be kind ... mom's on the floor playing with the two of us. Ryan is upstairs sulking and Matt is nearby just checking things out. I think he might come around to her too.
December 24th 2007 12:14 pm
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Mom was out doing errands and came across this kitten. Now mom doesn't come across kittens very often so she figures that Elliott somehow plopped her into mom's path. She's a skinny but cute and playful little tuxedo kitten. Mom is leaning toward the name Hera for her. She will get her own Catster page once she settles down a bit.
I think I like her, and I think Matt is cool with her and isn't looking to eat her. Ryan is acting like the spoiled stinkerdoodle that he is, hissing at the cute little thing.
I don't know why Ryan would have a problem with her though. She ate over a half can of Tiki Cat all by herself! MOL
December 23rd 2007 4:09 pm
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My furriend Shelby is not doing so well ... I think he will stay through Christmas for his mommy.
I am sad and angry for him. Damn those bad people who kept him away from his mommy for those years. If he'd been with his mommy, he'd have gotten good vet care and nothing but the best in food and love, and he'd still be in good shape.
Thirteen is not an old kitty! But he's got so much going on, and humans do have the ability to give us kitties the gift of not having to live a half-life. They put their own loved ones on life support and watch them suffer, but they can help us go the Bridge and be whole again. I miss Elliott, but after everything that happened that morning, he'd have been leading a half-life, if that much. Even at the end, he had his wits about him and was still able to use the litter box. He never had to suffer any humiliations except for assist feeding, and I always sat right there with him.
I just turned 7, and I'm due for another physical in February. Mom expects things to be better after my bad teeth were pulled, but she's going to start with biannual lab work for me.
Still, mom is sad this holiday season, remembering that a year ago today Elliott was in the hospital officially beginning his CRF battle. The vet had hoped she'd have gotten another Christmas for him, but it wasn't to be. Mom is also sad about my two-legged sisfur throwing her future away over a guy, and she's sad about Shelby and she remembers how bad it hurt to lose E and she knows how bad Shelby's mom Nancy is going to hurt and how long it is going to hurt (it never stops).
But I expect Shelby to send someone to his mom in the spring, she works with cat rescue. She will know Shelby sent the little soul. I don't know if he will be a gray and white tuxedo, or a boy cat, or anything specific. Shelby will send someone to help heal the hole in his mom's heart. Just like E sent Ryan.
Though sometimes I think E could have done a better job. Ryan is a spoiled stinkerdoodle.
December 22nd 2007 12:30 pm
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I tell ya, no one sleeps as hard and as well as a Scottie ... go check out the cutest tabby kitten in the world, my nephew Scottie Squirrel (646215) hard at work napping. It's important to remember he is already reading and using the computer, so rest is important for him!
And he's taught his littermate Jules Junior (646199) how to use the computer too. Scottie Squirrel likes to help spread literacy!
Rest is important for me too, so once I've slurped up my Gerber and lysine, it's naptime for me, too!
December 22nd 2007 9:08 am
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Hmmm, my good furriend Milagrito tagged me and made me think about my Christmas wishes, which is always good. To think, that is MOL Wishing for too much material stuff at Christmas is not what the holiday is about, mom says. Except when giving gifts to kittites.
So here's my five things, in no particular order.
1. I hope my mom gets the full-time position at the community college district. It's the first time in her life that she has come across a job that is not a job but is a mission. Her community college district opens its arms and doors to students of all ages who do not think college is for them. She lkes seeing people succeed, especially when those people did not think they could succeed!
2. I wish mom's back would settle down and just behave. She is a lot better after her medial branch neurotomy, and she's taking a lot less pain medication. But her back still doesn't like doing lots of things she needs to do, like sometimes she has to sit in bad chairs and then the next day her back hurts too much for her to do what she needs to do.
3. I wish my two-legged sister would come to her senses and come back and start college again. Then mom wouldn't worry about her having to take crummy heartless jobs like writing mortgages at those nasty freestanding mortgage stores.
4. I hope my herpes and sniffles don't act up a whole lot this winter.
5. I also hope Milagrito's mom passes the bar exam, so she can pay him back for his support and for having to share her with law books for all that time! I do believe Milagrito needs a cat tree in every room, phicus tree-sized catnip bushes in every room, a basket of toys in every room, a bowl of food in every room, a cuddly bed in every room. Hey wait, that's what I want too!!!!
I want to see what my furriends Whiskey Sour (598987); Mister Mistoffelees (530422); Armani (657799); Tabitha (241565); and Elliott (81776) (he's not my Bridge brofur!) say about their Christmas wishes. Notice I picked tabbies (yay) and tuxedos (like Ryan and Elliott). It's an experiment MOL
December 21st 2007 5:32 pm
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I am so happy mom bought a cat perch for my birthday. The very top shelf is kind of curvy and purrfect for napping. Mom put one of Elliott's fuzzy heat-radiating leopard furs on the top shelf, and I really like spending my afternoons napping ... when the heater is on, it comes right to me, and I can totally relax and not worry about being attacked by Ryan.
Mom promises we will take a late afternoon stroll to look at all of the Christmas lights around the neighborhood, but she says I will need to stay cuddled in my blankies, or we will have to have the rain cover on Big Pink to keep Ryan and me warm. We both have nice fur of course, but mom worries about my chronic sniffles ...
December 13th 2007 11:32 pm
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Mom just told me about my friend Shelby's diary, and how he's not doing real well. Mom says it brings back everything with my brofur Elliott after his chronic renal failure diagnosis. Elliott didn't have as much against him as does sweet Shelby—Elliott didn't have irritable bowel syndrome, and initially, he didn't have a hear problem except for a barely audible murmur. But life with Elliott was pins and needles every day once he has his diagnosis. Elliott was 10 years older than I am.
Kitties do a good job of hiding when they are sick, and Elliott was good at it. He'd always had strange drinking and urinating habits from his time at cat shows when he was younger. He would binge drink and binge pee too. So mom wasn't so worried until he started to lose weight and get stinky breath. She thought maybe it was just "his time" but he went to the vet anyway. She took one look at him and she said "he's got chronic renal failure." What was weird about Elliott is he always had shiny beautiful fur, he never looked ratty until after his crash. Once he got stable, mom gave him a bath and he was back to his pretty self.
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