Smoke, Wind and now Asthma??

I ran out the back door several weeks ago. It was super windy and the smoke from the California fires had been hovering in our town for days. It didn't take too long to figure out that I did not want to be outside and mom was waiting for me by the back door when I returned chuckling that she knew I'd be back in a matter of minutes and that's why she didn't chase me. (How do humans know such things?)

Mom soon noticed that I was coughing after I came in, and she thought maybe I was having a hairball moment, although I don't have a problem with them. My coughing continued on and off for the next few days, and when mom noticed that I had stopped eating and drinking she rushed me into emergency thinking that I had a hairball or something else stuck in my throat. The X-rays revealed that I had something in my lungs, and mom cryed even more when the vet pointed out that my stomach was completely empty. I was given some icky medicine to take, but after 4 days and hardly no sleep for both of us, my mom rushed me back in because I could not breathe. I was critical and was given more icky medicine and we were referred over to a cat specialist, but we had to wait until the next morning to get in. Mom was scared and so was I.

The next morning this doctor stole some of my blood while mom wasn't looking, poked and invaded parts of me I don't wish to discuss, and before she came up with her diagnoses I went into a full blown coughing attack. I was so tired of these because I can't breathe and my throat is so sore from coughing!
The doc rushed over to me and all she could say to me was "breathe baby, hang in there, just breathe."

Well the tests came back that I have an infection in my lungs due to a severe allergic reaction and I have a condition called asthma brought on by allergies. ?? My mom is still in denial about the asthma, she keeps telling me that she knows that I don't have that. She tells me that as soon as the infection clears up, that I will be perfectly healthy again. It had to be the wind and smoke.

I have another day or so on my meds, thank goodness as I'm not at all fond of them and give mom quite a fuss when she gives them to me. I have quit coughing completely and am eating good and once again grooming my self. My mom adores the 'kitty specialist doc' despite the fact that I keep trying to communicate with her what that doc did when she wasn't looking! Oh well, I feel much better and mom has thankfully stopped hovering over me. I can breathe once again and life is good. :)

I smell a rat in the air!

Dear Diary,
Now that I can finally breathe again, I definitely smell a rat in the air. You know, thinking back, I had several glimpses of an odd creature when I was ill. When I could, I would get up to investigate but couldn't discover anything out of the ordinary. I would ask my fellow furr-mates if they had seen anything unusual, and they would always tell me that it must be my fever causing me to see things and that I should go back to bed.

One particular night though I got a good look at this 'thing.' It was small, had very little hair, had a silly looking face, and wobbled around in a very strange manner. When I described what I had witnessed to the other furr-mates, they said,"Oh! You're talking about mom's new Puppet". A Puppet? Boy did I feel silly! Hee, hee. I didn't really give this another thought...... until now!

Since I've been feeling better, the sightings of mom's Puppet have escalated. At first I thought mom was doing such a good job with her Puppet. She added more hair, made it much rounder, and when the Puppet walked it no longer appeared like it had strings attached. Good job mom. But now hold up!! Last week mom's Puppet strolled by me on it's own!! I'm not kidding! Where was mom, how could this be? Talk about furr-reaked out!? All my fellow furr-mates acted oblivious to this. I'm screaming "Hello!! The furr-eakin' Puppet thing is walking on it's own!!", and they are all looking at me like I'm crazy. When I pointed out what I was screaming about, they said, "Oh, that's just Muppet, mom used to call her Puppet. She's cool."

Have I lost my mind? Now the thing is a 'her'..... a female?? And it walks on it's own? I am not going to believe this nonsense for one more minute! I am going to find out what this Puppet/Muppet thing really is and is up to and why 'she's' in my house. I will keep you posted Diary on my findings. Wish me luck.

Gotcha!! Tagged - Five Christmas Wishes -

I've been tagged by Isis to list 5 things I want for Christmas!

I tagged 5 other kitties to do the same thing.

Five things I wish for..

1. More special snuggle time with mom in the mornings

2. Our foster fur-kids to get their own special fur-ever homes

3. No homeless fur-kids ~ homes for every fur-kid

4. More spay/neuter assistance programs and laws so fur-babies are not born to die at shelters

5. And Solid Gold Tuna in a can for every meal instead of as a treat..... hee, hee.

I tagged 5 other kitties

1. George
2. Maggie
3. Kay
4. Tux Royale
5.Catsy

Meowy Christmas to all Furbabies!

A Pawsome Tag

I've been tagged by my furr-friends Oreo, Cassy, Casper and George to play:
'Seven Pawsome Things About Me'

I am to list seven things about myself, and then tag seven more to do the same.

Since I am a reserved, 'keep to myself kitty', this is not going to be easy but I will give it my best shot:

1) My meowfamily think I am Pawsome because I am so clean and tidy. I never make a mess and keep myself purrtiful and clean like a purroper lady-kit should.

2) I'm blessed with grace and agility so I have the ablitity to explore every surface in our home without knocking anything over. I can leap from afar onto my meowmy's shoulder without leaving a scratch .... most of the time anyways. Hee, hee.

3) I've been blessed with 'healing powers'. When my meowmy hurts I know to go cuddle with her and softly play my assortment of soothing purr-tunes to help her feel better.

4) Although articulate, I am extremely quiet. I only will talk if it's important. I will purr, head-but, knead, and everything else, but I only like to be vocal if it's necessary. My distinct meows alert my family to situations that require their investigating. (For example..... 'Meooooowmy...... I believe that Armani is locked in the closet .... again!)

5) I find it amusing to sit above the other furr-mates and watch them play. They can entertain me for hours this way. I will not engage in play with them, but will interactively play with my meowmy when no other furr-mate is watching.

6) I am the only furr-kid who is allowed to drink out of the faucet. I drive my meowmy crazy with this, but I refuse to drink filtered water out of a bowl. I will only eat out of my food bowl, and only drink directly from the sink. Other than that, I am not a demanding kitty ..... I don't think so anyways. Hee, hee.

7) Even though I am a bit to myself, I love everybody (with or without furr) who lives in our home and everybody who comes to visit. I enjoy spreading my love around in my own unique way.

My seven furiends I tag to play:
~ George ~ Tony ~ Maggs ~ Cinnabar Flambeau ~ Hambone ~ Pete ~ and I'm working on the other 1 :) ~

~ a helpful message from above ~

My handsome, spirit furiend Poppet sent me a most helpful message today. He informed me that my Catster door was ‘broken.’ I was wondering where all of my furiends had gone? This has been going on for awhile and I was even recently booted out of somebody’s corral. *sighs with a tear*

So meomy and I went carefully searching thru my Catster room and we think that we found the culprit. It’s not my wallpaper or the writing on my wall (font), we found a ‘Widget’ hiding in the corner! A cute interactive kitty that I thought I had sent packing along time ago because she kept locking my door and messing up my room. She’s so adorable and silly, but on the other paw she’s a nightmare! Hee, hee!

So we’ve once again convinced the silly little Widget that we luv her but she needs to go home. She agreed and left, but this time we remembered to take away her key!

I want to thank angel Poppet so much for informing me about my broken door. It’s now fixed and hopefully all of my Catster furiends will once again drop by to visit me from time to time. *purrs*

Poppet … you’re the best!! I hope Catster’s stop by and view your beautiful story and pictures.


Luvs and Purrs,
Nakita

~ 4 the luv of 'tag'~

I've been tagged by my handsome furiend Romeo to play the 4-tag game.

I am to list: 4 places I've lived or stayed
4 jobs I have
4 places I would rather be

4 places I’ve lived or stayed:

1 & 2) I was one of 2 kittens born to my momma when she was just 5 months old. All three of us were unwanted. *sighs* We lived somewhere in Pahrump, NV.

3) We were given to a local rescue in Pahrump, NV who placed us all out in their cattery. My brother and I were put with other kittens in a chicken wire enclosure inside the cattery without our mama.

4) My now furever mom saw us and offered to foster all seven of us kittens as this was no place for us to be. My mom and I couldn’t part with each other. She adopted me and I live with her in Pahrump, NV.


4 jobs I have:

Queen of our palace: Sampson and Chico can spar endlessly over who’s king, *rolls eyes* but I am the queen. I don’t care who comes to stay in our home, but they must keep in mind that I am boss and I demand a bit of respect and privacy.

Neck Warmer: At certain times, and at my discretion, I must leap on to my mom’s shoulder and drape myself around her neck while intensely purring. To keep this job from becoming dull, I strategize different methods to approach her shoulder. The ‘element of surprise’ method is my most favorite one. *giggles*

Treat Inspector: When it’s treat time I must inspect what each kitty has been given. I don’t taste test it, I just sniff each plate and then give the ‘go ahead’ to eat it. Then I jump up on the counter and watch everybody eat. Then silly mom always puts a plate in front of me. She forgets that I can’t eat on the job, so I jump down and strut off. Hee, hee.

Pain Detector: I know when mom hurts and I comfort her with my cuddles and purrs. Silly Muppet has been trying to learn this job. She hasn’t quite mastered the cuddle/purr technique though. She cuddles, but keeps screaming over and over, “Mom! You ok, mom?! Mom!” Hee, hee!


4 places I’d rather be:

Here, with my mom but not with all of these other furmates. I don’t require a lot of her special attention, but when I do I don’t want any competition.

Here, but still with my brofur JR. I never got over the loss when he was adopted at 7 months old, and I never have been the same kitty. Besides my mom, he was my one and only bestest friend. He died shortly before his (our) 2nd birthday, and he now comes to visit me in spirit. Mom and I wish that we could turn back the hands of Time so we could be the ones to adopt him. But we haven’t yet figured out how.

Here, but be able to go outside when I want to. ~ Mom left me outside, one time, for a few moments unsupervised, and I jumped the fence and wandered off. She searched and searched until 1:00 in the morning for me. Finally she sat down in the garage just praying and bawling, and that’s when I finally showed up dragging my tail. She scooped me up thankful I was alive, and I went to the vet first thing in the morning. The doc said that I had fractured the top of my tail bone and that if it didn’t heal proper that I would have to have it amputated. *yikes! Take away my beautiful tail!* It healed, I still have it. *grins and sighs with relief*~ Now mom doesn’t trust me at all to be outside without her constant eye on me.

Cuddled in mom’s arms, sucking on her ear. ~ I used to do that when I was a baby, but she tells me I’m a big girl now and I need to stop doing that. *humph* ~

Thanks Romeo for allowing me to join in the fun!!

Loves and Purrs ~ Nakita ~

~ mysterious heart & an anonymous badge~

Dear Diary,

I’m just perplexed as to who left a mysterious heart on my page. They tell me to look in their eyes? Is it my G? Or is it R? Purrhaps if this anonymous cutie could paw-mail me a few hints as to who they are, I could figure this intriguing mystery out. For now, thanks to whoefurr you are. :)

And also thanks to the kind furfriend who left a badge on my page. I passed the fun on. :)

Purrs and luvs,
Nakita

~ tagged by my pretty furiend Calamity ~

I've been tagged by sweet Calamity to play a game.

I'm to list 5 things that I dislike, then tag 5 furiends to play along too.

1) I dislike it when somebody sleeps in my designated spots or eats out of my dish. I am ok with sharing, but do you furmates have to leave your hair on all of my beds? And eat all of my food?

2) I dislike mom's new choice of wet treats. What happened to the good ol' days of Fancy Feast? Now we are only offered what Muppet eats, organic stuff. *rolls eyes*

3) I disliked it when Muppet used to try to be the queen. I was ok with her being the princess, but I am the queen.

4) Now I dislike that she's so ill and doesn't even try to be the queen anymore. *Come on Mupp, hurry up and get better*

5) And I dislike this hot weather. Mom doesn't take us outside as often and the windows are always closed. *sighs*

Thanks Calamity for including me to play! :) Off to go find unsuspecting furiends to tag.

Luvs and Purrs,
Nakita
*the one still wondering who left the anonymous heart on my page. Come on G, was it you?*

~ I've been dumped by the anonymous mancat ~

OMC! I've been dumped!! By whom you ask? I can't tell you because it's a mystery even to me! Mol! My anonymous admirer just told me 'good bye', I think because I couldn't figure out who they were. *giggles with a tear* They said they were the least likely that I would think of and that we had never talked but I know who they are? Could any Catster have figured that one out? I haven't been able to 'talk' to anyfurbuddy for awhile in Catsterville because of my fursis Muppet needing so much care by mom. My mom let me play tag and added a new photo of me. I also asked for more hints as to who you were, but you didn't give me any. That's all the time I've had. So please, if I offended you because I didn't have time right now to prowl all over Catsterville searching for you, I'm sorry. *purrs* Goodbye mystery mancat, hope you find your true luv.
Purrs and luvs,
Nakita
Update - Thank you mystery mancat for the heart rosette explaining this. *purrs*
*Nakita vows to one day discover who this is, hee, hee.
She crosses G, Romeo, and Fuzz off of her suspect list ..... hmmmmm..*

~ dungeons & water-dragons ~

Dear Diary,

I am in a state of shock! I, Queen Nakita, was locked in the dark, scary dungeon all night long! Imagine that!! Meomy feels really bad but says this was my own fault. My fault? What did I do to deserve that?

It was a normal day at our palace. Then nightfall came and soon it was time to retreat to my bedroom where I sleep with meomy, Muppet and Armani. We all went in the room and meomy suddenly got back up and went into the dungeon where she remembered she had left a light on. I followed her and when she opened the door, I slipped into the dungeon where suddenly the light went out and the door shut!! Me on one side and meomy on the other! *yikes!* I’m a very quiet queen, so I sat in silence patiently waiting for meomy to realize what had just happened. I waited and waited……. and waited and waited.

It was so dark, and so scary. Then suddenly the water-dragon appeared!! It started screeching and screaming and it’s eyes were glowing red. I stated that I am the queen and demanded him to leave! He screeched louder and stated that he snacks on queens! *omc!!* I dove underneath meomy’s carriage and hid by one of it’s wheels. I purayed the dragon wouldn’t find me and gobble me up. After what seemed like an endless amount of time, the dragon finally disappeared! *whew!!* I eventually got brave and came out. I jumped up on meomy’s carriage and oops! … had a juicy hairball moment. *hee, hee* Then I climbed up to the very top and napped waiting for meomy to find me. I kept one eye open in case that scary dragon returned and I had to make a run for it.

Soon I could see light coming through the cracks of the doors. It was now morning time. Then I could hear meomy stressfully calling my name. She was going through each room looking for me. Finally she opened the dungeon door and found me! Boy was I upset, but relieved to be back in my palace! I told her about my scary night and that a water-dragon almost ate me. She giggled and said that was a water softener, not a water-dragon. She obviously has never spent a night in that scary dungeon. The water-dragon is real!!

I’m off now to catch up on some royal rest.

Gentle Purrs & Hugs,
Nakita