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Goodbye, Friend.

November 25th 2011 6:03 pm
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Fafnir (the Faf, Fargh Nargh, Fartnir, Fuff)
2007-2011

"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."

Excerpt from JUBILATE AGNO, by CHRISTOPHER SMART

Love you, Buddy.

 

Ugh.

November 11th 2011 12:13 pm
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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.)

 

Birds Twitter. Why Can't I?

December 5th 2008 3:35 pm
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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.

Watch out, Thing1. I'm watching you.

http://www.twitter.com/fafnircat

 

A Tale of Two Lairs

July 29th 2008 9:31 pm
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I am a grizzled old veteran, a mighty hunter, the destroyer of butterflies.

The boxes were harbingers of change. Thing 1, Thing 2 and I spent two weeks holed up in Sammy's lair. That old bat hates me with a passion! I was afraid the situation was permanent, so I tipped my litter box over every day, dumped my dry food in my water bowl, and clawed and yowled all night long. My displeasure was known to all.

Soon enough, Things 1 & 2 brought me, and the boxes, to a new lair. It's twice as big as my original home. And there are no crotchety old cats like Sammy. Out of nerves, I worked hard at destroying the carpet for the first few days. Thing 2 was livid. That's when Thing 1 erected a kitty condo, with a view of the street, a second private litter box, and a fantastically cozy bed. When the Things start to rub on my nerves, I escape to my private mini-lair... which is also where I spend my evenings. Forget trying to claw my way into their private den.

Just when I was getting used to it all, Things 1 & 2 spent days bringing rolls and rolls of lush green grass and laying them behind the lair. With the grass came butterflies! And bugs! And spiders!

Thing 2 lets me roam out back. I have become the mightiest butterfly hunter of them all, as a mere youth only one year old.

I even braved a battle with a dastardly wasp. My battle scar, a swollen paw, was well-tended by Thing 1 throughout the night. But by 4 a.m., I could once again unsheath my claws and mark my territory anew with the clawmarks of a mighty hunter!

This seemed to annoy Thing 1, who promptly returned me to my evening condo.

She need not fear. Mighty Fafnir is in complete control of all the creepy crawlies, inside and out.

Though I did take great pains to avoid the wasp's territory for the next few days. I needed to give him time to recover from the great battle, you see...

 

What's going on?????????

February 26th 2008 2:21 pm
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Thing1 and Thing2 are gone...again. But I guess it's for the best as long as they keep giving me that $2 dollar a can food I like. It's all I'll eat. So what, I'm fussy about my food, wanna fight about it?

My spot outside of Thing1 and Thing2's room has been replaced with boxes. Something is going on and it seems everyone is keeping me in the dark whenever they take stuff out of my territory. All is not lost though! Thing2 finally figured out that I'll take my evening naps on top of Thing2's office shelves. Thing2 put my second favorite blanket on top of some more boxes so that I have the highest place in my territory (rightfully so I think).

I get this strange feeling that with all these boxes all over and all of my toys, comprised of pens, cables, heatsinks, and well, anything else I deem a toy, is being put into these boxes, that something is going to change soon.

Thing2 has seemed angry lately. The loud ear toy will ring and Thing2 will make it stop ringing then make weird noises at it and then complain to Thing1 about someone they refer to as FF.

 

The Poo Flinging Finale

January 16th 2008 9:32 pm
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I love my litter box. This is no joke. There is something about gregariously digging around in there that brings me joy to no end. I admit that I can get carried away. Sometimes when I'm in the zone, I kick poo. It's everywhere. It's on the floor, on the walls. That gets a little embarrassing. Tonight, Thing 1 brought me home a spacious covered litter box. It's fantastic for flinging poo, because it contains the mess. I've already used it five times in the past hour. In fact, I think I'm going to go dig around in it a little bit more.

 

High as a Kite

January 12th 2008 9:35 pm
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I haven't posted lately because I've been waaaaay too high to figure out the keyboard. I'm finally old enough to hit the catnip, and dude, I've been hitting it like a freaky feline. It definitely gives me the munchies for the dry food, though. I've gotten a bit of a paunch on me, which inspired my oh-so-sensitive companions to nickname me Fatnir. I'd make them pay, but... either my age or the weed are totally making me mellow out, man.

 

Cured!

December 28th 2007 4:01 pm
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The vet declared me ringworm-free. That would have been fantastic. Except, now I'm healthy enough to continue my vaccinations. I don't feel so good.

Thing 1 got me a comfy pad for my carrier bed, now that I can't reinfect myself through my bedding. No more shoddy, bleached towels, thank god!

I'm antsy from being cooped up at the vet's all day. Must destroy things. Will be back later.

 

Mewwy Christmas

December 25th 2007 4:56 pm
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I got a deluxe cat bed monogrammed with my name for Christmas. However, I'm still mad at Thing 1 & Thing 2 for leaving me alone on Christmas Eve. They will pay. Perhaps after a nap on this tantalizing new bed...

 

I can taste!

December 12th 2007 9:49 pm
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"The greatest wealth is health." Now that I'm cured, my sense of smell has returned -- and with it, my sense of taste. Who knew that those "treats" Things 1 & 2 kept shoving in my face were actually so tasty? One delicacy that I still love, however, smell or no smell, is raw egg yolk. That makes for quite a delicious dinner.

 
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