Age: 24 Years Sex: Female Weight: 2 lbs.
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Mama's old dishrag, fat old girl
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March 15th 1990
Being pet... constantly
Smoke, my sisters chasing me
Anything with good catnip
Favorite Nap Spot:
The heated bed I got for my 18th birthday!
I can get ANYONE to pet me! They just never pet me enough...
Mama doesn't know where I came from really. I heard the clerk when she called the shelter... "We don't have any friendly cats at the moment." I'm thinking... 'What about me?!'. Well, mama decided to come check anyway. I watched her pick up another cat first but she didn't like all the long white hair on her shirt. Then she reached for my cage. I climbed onto her, latched my claws over her shoulder and laid my head against her neck. Bingo! I was going home!
I don't really know how old I am. They told mama I was 2 when she got me, but within a year I'd lost two teeth that didn't grow back. My doctor said I was older, maybe 8 or so. Now, I've only got three or four teeth left. I'm on a soft diet that makes my sisters REALLY jealous too!
I was diagnosed with hip displasia in 2001. I have medicine in the cabinet if I need it, but I rarely do. If I get stressed or have to get in that car thing, I have to take it.
January 7, 2014. I didn't quite make my 24th birthday. I was diagnosed with possible IBD a few months ago. I'd had tummy issues for years, and when I started passing old blood, it was a dreaded vet trip. I was 3 pounds. I got medicine and was to eat a different food. It didn't help. It's possible there was some type of cancer instead of IBD, but mama wasn't putting me through biopsies. At my age, that would be too much on my little body. Even eating what I would, I lost more weight and it got hard to move around. It was hard to even meow. Mama had to listen for my little grunting noises to know I wanted something. Shortly before noon, mama helped me on my way. I'd stopped eating and wasn't moving much anymore. Up until the day before, I was still getting up to slowly greet visitors and eating. But for me to refuse food and not want to follow mama was her sign it was time.
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January 7th 2014 9:47 am
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I came home in a cardboard box from a high-kill animal shelter about November 1998. I was 8 years old. After living in three houses and spending over 15 years dealing with sisters and then brothers, it's time to rest. January 7, 2014 at approximately 12 pm, mama helped get my wings. She promised forever and she delivered.
March 16th 2011 12:05 am
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Thanks for the sweet gifts and messages!!! I know it's approximate, but I'm 21 now! I've been with mama for about 13 years and at a guess I was 8 when she got me. I'm spoiled rotten and love it! I've got way too many sisters, but for the most part they leave me alone. I've got my health and every once in a while I still play like a kitten. So all is good for me!
January 23rd 2011 12:03 pm
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Well, being toothless doesn't mean my mouth is harmless. Mama found THAT out!
I started snoring about a week or so ago. And mama had noticed she could hear me breathing. Not like I'm wheezing or anything, just breathing loud. So despite the fact that traveling causes me a lot of pain, I had to go in for a check. With my 21st birthday coming up, mama wanted a senior panel ran anyway.
Once at the vet, I went first to get it all out of the way. Mama was the one who held me as she knows how to do it and hurt me the least. For those who don't know, I have a hip condition that is VERY aggravated by stress and makes me hurt terribly. Anyway, mama knows not to draw back if I try to bite as I don't have any teeth. If you draw back, I can get you with the claws. ^~~^ I've got a great voice for an old kitty... the WHOLE office heard me when I screamed. The vet and the tech both snatched their hands back but mama didn't even flinch. I bit her hand behind the base of her thumb. Before they'd even finished drawing blood and urine there was already a bruise!!! If I had teeth, mama says she'd have needed a doctor!!
They took me into the back to draw everything and when they brought me back, the vet told on me!! I didn't make a peep the whole time I was in the back. I didn't start growling again until the brought me back to where mama was... mol!!! Now she knows some of it is all blown out of proportion! Darn.
I spent the evening growling if I even SAW one of my sisters. Mama finally ended up with a massive headache and put me in the bathroom with some food about 3am. When I came out, I quieted down some... guess 12 hours of almost non-stop growling and yowling was more than she could take... hehehe...
My blood and urine tests all came back pretty good. A couple of kidney counts were up but he said that was likely due to the half-dose of metacam I get before I take a road trip. Mama hates giving it to me, but there's nothing else. Also, one number showed I do have arthritis too so she'll look into something for that. And there was a teensy elevation in the white count so I start on a 7 day course of Clavamox tomorrow when mama gets it from the pharmacy.
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