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Sweet as a Kiwi

Possibly has cancer

Over the last year, Kiwi has been losing weight. He's a big boy and to lose so much weight is frightening. I think I just figured out why. Kiwi was standing on the bed about 30 minutes ago and I realized his back left leg is trembling a little. I put my hand on his leg and his back leg is the size of a small ball. His whole leg is round. I felt his right back leg and it's nothing like it. I'm afraid Kiwi has cancer which would explain the weight loss. He's not crying out in pain, he's still eating, going potty and moving around. It's a holiday weekend right now and everything is closed, including tomorrow, Memorial Day. I will be keeping a close eye on Kiwi but I'm afraid I will have to make that final decision for him when things deteriorate. Kiwi is only 7 years old and I'm not ready for him to die. I've also never had to make a decision to end an animal's life. Kiwi has always been a joy and I can't imagine my life without him in it. He's the keeper of the kitties...he always takes care and bathes the others. Who's Kiwi's keeper?

I know if I didn't take Kiwi in 6 years ago, he wouldn't be around today. Kiwi found himself a home and a human to love him which is all he ever wanted. I just wish our time together would have been another 10-15 years but it looks like that time might be drastically cut short. He knows he's loved and whenever he does make that journey across the bridge, he will take that love with him and hold onto it until we are reunited. I love you Kiwi, no matter what!

I'm Not A Happy Kitty!!!

Now I know what mommy meant by me "getting fixed"! I'm not a happy kitty. Sore too!!! I cry alot when I move. I tried to jump up on the tub and didn't quite make it. I think I busted a nut or something...oh,no wait...I don't have those anymore. MOL! Seriously though, I think I strained a stitch or something. I thought mom winced more than I did when she watched me try to jump.

Between being starved to death and then taking my manhood away, you'd think I did something bad to deserve that. Mom's not exactly on my good side right now but she keeps checking on me to make sure I'm okay. I'm resting comfortably in mom's bedroom and all the other instigators are out and about in the rest of the house. Mom doesn't want me moving around. I'm supposed to rest up and tend to my wound. She tells me I'll be feeling better in a few days or so. I guess I'll find out soon enough.

Getting Fixed???

I'm not sure what that means, but that's what mommy says I'm getting tomorrow. Is that something good?

I guess I've been marking my territory in the house since I've come inside. Isn't that what we're supposed to do? That's what I did when I was outside and nothing was ever said. So why now?

To make matters worse for mommy, I've been fighting with Hemi ALOT. The kind of knock-down, drag out fights that wake mom out of a deep sleep. There's lots of growling, crying, yelling and all the fur flying (literally). It's amazing Hemi has any fur left! Mom got seriously injured the other morning trying to break us up. Mom's blood was everywhere which made her yell even more. Of course then she had to clean out her wounds (some of mom's fingers are still numb and it's been almost a week), clean up the blood everywhere and clean up all of Hemi's fur all over the place before she went to work. The blood didn't come out of her shirt either...oops! Mom really considered kicking us both back outside, permanently! She was MAD!!! Mom was sure we were going to kill eachother or seriously mame eachother. She's never seen a cat fight like that. It was bad! I have some serious scars on my head now. Can't really tell how Hemi is due to all his hair! So, we've been separated lately... I've been in the bedroom and Hemi's out and about in the rest of the house.

But anyway, mom came home from work today and shoved me in a carrier. Of course I didn't like it at first, but then I settled right down. I didn't make a peep on the car ride to the vet. I was a very good boy! I weighed in at 11.8 pounds. Then I got shoved into a cage and didn't get any food! What's up with that??? I'm going to starve! Starve, I tell ya!

Mom says she'll pick me up after work tomorrow. So, do you think I'm going to like "getting fixed"? I guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow to find out.