October 1st 2016 7:38 pm
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I haven't done my wild play since I lost Kristopher. Mom has been waiting, but I was just so sad. She told me Kristopher was watching & waiting for me to see me do it again. Finally, tonight, I ran over to the big cat tree. I ran up to the top & ran down. I rolled on the 3rd level & then I got so excited, I hissed. Wow! Mom was so happy. She said Kristopher would be too. Hopefully I will feel like doing it every day, like I used to, before I lost my love. I hope you saw me Kristopher. Love you still.
July 14th 2016 3:04 pm
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I am such a wonderful cat. Semi-feral, but under normal conditions I am a calm, happy girl.
My best buddy, the love of my life was Kristopher. We walked side by side. We napped together, played together. He was the sweetest cat ever. I knew I was safe with him.
Last fall our mom was gone for a week, after being very sick. We knew something was very wrong. We stopped even going in mom's room. When she came home, she was having a hard time caring for all of us. but she got us back on schedule after a couple days and we thought things were good.
Then mom noticed something wasn't right about Kris. She had a vet come to our house and my buddy got fluids and an appointment. His blood work was bad. High kidney numbers. An ultrasound showed his kidneys hadn't formed right. Didn't look like kidneys at all.
Mom came home without my guy. He was gone for days. When he came home, I was so happy. We cuddled and I washed the vet smell off of him.
He wanted to nap extra so I tried to show him my wild play in the cat tree while he rested on the cat bed.
But something still wasn't right. Mom kept taking him in the bathroom several times a day. He said he was getting meds and fluids, which he didn't like, but he did it so he could stay with us. He also said he got extra food while he was in there.
Mom kept taking him back to the vet. He tried to be brave. He ate, played some, but he wasn't himself. One day mom was upset. She took Kris back to the vet. When she brought him home, mom said something was wrong. She called the vet office but they said he did fine while he was there and check in in the morning. Mom knew better and so did we.
Again, me, Tammy-Kris' mom, Gabriel, Nickolaus and Savannah-his siblings, would not go in mom's room. We waited all night and then at breakfast time, while we waited at our bowls, mom came out and said my greatest love was gone.
I still held back for a while, but then I had to know. I went in and put my nose to his paw. NO!!! I meowed. My heart was broken. His mom came in then and put her nose to him. It just couldn't be. That was January 8th. The worst day ever.
Mom cuddled him until a man came to take him. He said Kris would be back in a week. I didn't understand.
Now here I am. The saddest cat in the world. I do not do my wild play anymore.I am so sad that Savannah, who has always been jealous of me, Started chasing me. She bit me over the eye. Then mom had to trick me into the carrier to go to the vet.
I went at the same time, in February, when Gabriel had to go for life saving surgery to remove crystals. I came home. He had to be in the hospital for a few days.
I kept scratching my bite. Savannah bit me again. I don't like that cat. Even if she is Kris' sister.
Back to the vet. I got an allergic reaction. More scratching. Back to the vet. Thankfully it is healing now. However, my heart is not.
Mom said she would be sad for both of us if I would just do my wild play again, but I can't do it. I don't think I ever will. I miss Kris. We all do. but he was my guy. Nothing is the same. He was only 8. We had lots of years left.
It is horrible to live with a broken heart.
May 30th 2008 10:02 am
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I told mom she had not updated my page for a while, so she decided to make me a new diary entry.
I am almost a year old now. It is hard to believe. I was so small when mom came home one night and spotted me the first time, sitting next to the tree. It was dark and I was black, but she saw me running away. The next time she saw me, Orange Man was there and he chased me. She was worried he hurt me since she did not see me for several days after that.
Then I was there all the time, waiting for food and hiding under the car. Orange Man and Tammy were bigger and they got more food than I did, especially Tammy. I would come out and try to scare the birds when they ate, but I was so small, they just laughed at me. I would show them now.
When I got in that trap, I was so afraid. Mom took me to this place with lots of other cats and dogs and I had to stay while she got a place ready for me. She would visit, but I was so scared. She brought me a sleeping bag and no one ever saw me, because I was hiding.
Then my big day came. Mom came and picked me up and she had a playpen ready for me. That first night I curled up in her arms on the couch and napped and napped. It had been exhausting trying to figure out what was happening to me.
I am still very afraid. If there is a noise I don't know yet, I am gone. Snuggle does not like me, so that bothers me. I just want to meet the big kitty. She does not like any cats, so mom says I should not take it personally.
I was only there a short time, enjoying my new toys and getting used to having a home, full bowl and safe place to nap, when there was a crisis and my bird sister, Samantha had to go to the big hospital and my new mom was gone for 2 days. When she came home, she was so sad. I did not understand. Mom tried to be okay when she held me and Snuggle, but we knew something was wrong. Mom had been holding me over by Sam’s bed and letting me get used to seeing her there.
I was getting comfy in my new home, when one day mom came in all stressed and moving things in my room. What now??? Later that evening, mom came in my room carrying a cage. What is that? Tammy and four kittens were in there. Mom had caught Tammy and got her fixed and the next day she Tammy carried over the babies she had stashed somewhere.
A few days later, a new playpen arrived. They were right there in my room. When mom let me play with the kittens, I wrapped my paws around their necks and started biting. This is my house, I told them. There were so many. I would be in trouble when they got big.
They are big now, some bigger than me. We are all out of the playpens now and we have a bedroom to romp in, a tree to play on and lots of toys. We get along pretty well. I am still more afraid than the others, but I can get a good purr going when I want to.