Likes: Love and affection, talking, chasing Grendel
Pet-Peeves: Being ignored, wrestling Grendel
Favorite Toy: The Original PURRfect Cat Toy
Favorite Nap Spot: On Thing 1 or Thing 2, or in my bed on the top shelf of Thing 2's office
Favorite Food: Wellness kitten food
Skills: I used to play fetch, but that's a kitten game, far beneath a one-year-old like me. Now I'm more into the laser pointers. Pew pew pew!
Arrival Story: Thing 1 reports: "We adopted Faf at PetCo during one of their adoption days. A gentleman from Another Chance, Inc., a local pet rescue organization, saved him from Washoe County Regional Animal Services. His pound kennel number was 'W SAA EUTH.' I'm so glad Another Chance got to him before they put him down at the tender age of two months."
Bio: Thing 1 reports: "Best cat ever. We said goodbye on November 28, 2011. Thanks for being the best, Buddy. And f--- you, cancer, for stealing our friend so prematurely."
Fafnir (the Faf, Fargh Nargh, Fartnir, Fuff)
"For I will consider my Cat ...
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger. ...
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest."
Went to the vet for an ultrasound on Tuesday. I have been diagnosed with inflammatory bowel disease. I guess this explains why I've lost so much weight (down to 7.5lbs), and also why I was puking everywhere and had such bad diarrhea. The humans have stopped feeding me anything with fish, and I hear that Thing 1 is planning on getting me raw food. I don't know, it sounds kinda gross if you ask me.
It also kind of sucks that Thing 1 has to pill me twice a freaking day. I deserve a gold star for being so nice to her. Any other cat would rip the arms off of someone trying to shove pills down his throat.
Whatever. I'm going to go lay somewhere until I stop feeling nauseated.
(Note from teh hoomans: We're on Faf's third round of steroids since January. Earlier this year it was two weeks of pred and flagyl; then we tried dex and metha-somthing for two weeks. Now we're back on pred plus leukeran, and twice-a-week B12 injections. If it works we'll be keeping him on a maintenance dose of the pred rather than taking him off of it completely. Wish us luck, and pray he doesn't get cancer.)
Thing2 recently got a new, shiny, warm electronic thing. Like this thing with the keyboard and all, but way smaller. He has been so distracted with it that I was able to use his other electronic thing to register for Twitter.com.
I originally thought Twitter.com delivered birds... tasty, tasty birds... but alas, it's some odd human communication device. And I discovered that Thing1 betrays many of her evil plans via this Twitter website.
Not only that, but if Thing2 is capitalizing on the electronic things -- I can still stalk Thing1 on this Twitter thing using somebody's cell phone.
I play dumb, but I'm a pretty technologically intelligent kitteh.