Likes: VaVaVee loves to cuddle with her daughter Dottie on the couch & accept all pets & lovin's she can get.
Pet-Peeves: That darned dog & her doggy like daughter, L.C.!
Favorite Toy: Mama prefers stringy toys.
Favorite Nap Spot: She's a profound couch potato.
Favorite Food: Give her any sort of poultry, but goes gaga over freshly cooked turkey.
Skills: Sweet Lil' Ivee Puss is very acrobatic, she can walk on just about anything including the less than an inch wide backs of chairs.
Arrival Story: In the first week of August, 1995, as I was walking into the Manahawkin Shoprite, I came upon two little girls with a box of kitties. One girl gave me a tale of woe concerning the 2 kitties left & pushed me to give them both a home & being that I was a budding ailurophile, I fell, hook, line & sinker. Ivee Girl (a tortoise shell & white tuxedo)& her sister Dazey Girl (a brown & black tabby) were very young & I would still have to bottle feed them for 2 more weeks, but they became our darlings, & joined along with their "brother" Tigger Marushka (R.I.P. 5/1995-9/9/2007). While my mom came to visit a few weeks after I'd gotten them, she was the one to discover that my little babies had big ol' mitten feets (polydactyls). Ivee was more chummy with my husband, while Dazey was nuts about me. After moving & living in out new home for a few months, on the same week that they were both scheduled to be spayed, Dazey had gotten out of a window & took off. After searching everywhere for her, I came upon a pure white puss, who was very husky & charming. As we were heartbroken over Dazey & found this incredibly verbal kitty so nifty, we'd adopted him & named him Mr. Chowder Puss. Chowder was supposedly neutered. He wasn't. Just a mere 3 days after being welcomed home, he & Ivee got silly with each other & as I would not stand for an unwed mama, Chowder & Ivee were wed ala shotgun wedding on June 26th of 1997 & became Mr. & Mrs. Chowder Puss. She gave birth on July 26-27, 1997 to 3 boys ("Delta" who was black & white, passed away at 3 days old) & 2 girls. Ivee & Chowder's surviving babies stayed together as a whole family. Their girl's are named Dottie Doobie Puss & L.C. (as in Elsie the cow) Shmellsie Puss. Their boys are Leopolt Fuzzysnoot (Leo)& Manhattan ChoobahChoobah Baboo Puss (Manny.) Chowder watched over the birth & helped raise his babies with Ivee. All except L.C. were pure white pusses & as soon as L.C. was weaned, she was sort of left out of the loop & became chummy with our dog Cookie. The clique of white babies were their parents' pride & joy. Ivee was so overtly loving & always cleaning us, we were glad she was able to focus her raspy tongue on her babies & both she & Chowder coddled & cooed over their kids. Ivee has always been a sweet & talkative girl & ever since she birthed Dottie, they've been inseperable. Ivee's husband passed away at home from heart failure on June 20, 2004 & we had to send Manny off to heaven as he was felled by a serious intestinal blockage & had developed tumors on both his kidneys discovered while being treated in hospital for his tummy troubles on Sept. 23, 2007.
Bio: Ivee was born to a litter of 6 in Barnegat, New Jersey on July 1, 1995. She became *with kitties* in late May, 1997, was married on June 26th to Chowder Puss & then brought 5 babies of her own into the world in the night of July, but lost one at 3 days old due to it having malformed lungs. All of her babies had polydactyl feet (mitten paws) & 3 of them were pure white like their proud papa, Chowder. Although her daughter L.C. was most similar to her, a mottled black & white, Ivee sort of adopted her out to our dog, Cookie & took to loving her chubby-bunny daughter, Dottie Doobie, like mad. After the loss of her husband Chowder & favorite son, Manny, Ivee & Dottie became even tighter & are basically inseperable.
****UPDATE***** December 1, 2010, 4:00 p.m. Ivee crossed the Rainbow Bridge to join her husband Chowder & 2 of her children, Manny & Dottie,along with other adopted siblings. Ivee had started going into renal failure in August & by the last week of November, we knew that her life was coming to a close. She passed away while sleeping on my chest & while her last day was not so easy, she refused to leave the house to the point where it was upsetting to me & my husband to cart her to the vet for euthanasia. She was kept as comfortable & happy as can be, with water available to her when she "asked" for it, being wrapped up or unwrapped as she wanted, & she even purred for me not long before she left us. Even on her last day, she still kind of chased a string around a bit & was happy to share the space with her sworn enemy, Sugar Wray (now called Ding) so that she lay on my chest & he at my feet. We were lucky to have been gifted with Ivee's presence for 15 years & 5 months. She was a very special girl & gave us fantastic babies who brought her, Chowder & us such pride & joy. She adored her children & loved reigning as queen. We'll always remember her & miss her until we are able to join her & the other "fuzzy buddies" who enriched our life.
Forums Motto: The Queen Mother - La Mama Royale
S.O.S.: Darling Ivee has been feeling better, but still not 100%. The vet had said that the only thing that might be an issue is that she may have a thyroid issue, but even that is grasping for a clue. We've noticed that she gets absolutely devestated when the dog is in "her" room, so it may be that this illness is from being a "nervous nellie" due to what she perceives as a "canine invasion" of her domain. She has good days where she "quacks" her greetings & is a bit frisky, & some days remains mute & docile. If you can spare some prayers or good thoughts to send her way, we'd appreciate them. Thanks again.
I've been doing better, but still seem to be on the mend. My non-furry parents got a call back from the vet with lab results that showed a whole lot of nothing, & some days I greet them with my ducky-quacky meow, some days not. I'm eating fine, but non-furry Mama is still not quite sure I'm on the mend. She is delighted to see she was a Polydactyl "pick o' the day" & awful glad to see that people sent good vibes & prayers for me. That made both of beam with pride, as I must admit, I am a ham & a pet-hog, so she brought me in front of that thingy & showed me some weird looking hyroglyphic looking squiggles & swirls which she told me that these odd glyphs & pictures of other kitties were good things meant just for little ol' me! Take that Edgrrr & WooWoo, I was 1st this time around! Nyah!
My non-furry parents noticed that I'd not feel well & would retch a lot when they'd let that darned dog (ooooof, I despise those things!) into MY room, so JOY of JOYS, the dog is now denied access, so I get all the attention with some spare moments of letting some loving for the other kitties to be given. I've also got a feline foe, I shan't refer to her as a cat, as she is most certainly not like me & has taken to showing her wanton ways by showing her posterior & making horribly loud howls, as if any of us proper beings would be interested in her. Hmmmph! She's this diabolical Siamese, who struts her stuff & has the audacity to try to claim this house as her own. I've left a few claws in her head to dissuade her, but she's about as bright as a dump truck stuck in reverse (yes, I realize that this is not a "light" comparison, therefore you should get my drift of her brilliance) & keeps up her sneak attacks, only to have either the non-furry parents or myself & my daughter Dottie to keep her in check. Poor little Jinxy Minxy just cowers under the couch whenever she's around, I for one, will not stand to have a commoner upset my throne or my court, for I AM THE QUEEN & she best get that through her thick, Siamese head. I try not to be racist, but this heathen just makes me throw my paws over my eyes as I exclaim, those horrible foreigners! I know I should be the diplomat, but those blue eyed weirdos are always up to something odd. That Edgrrr fellow is tolerable, but that hussy, who, at times, is referred to with some rather unsavory & candid names, aside from her proper name, which is February's Muddy Waters, "Mudge" & her goof ball brother, one Mr. WooWoo just make my teeth itch. Both are trouble makers & come into my abode to cause mayhem. Non-furry Mama tells me that perhaps Mudge will calm down once she has a surgery to render her unfertile. I do hope so, because as long as she shows no respect to me, my offspring or my court subjects, we have plenty of claws to leave in that brick of a head of hers! As my daughter, Princess Dottie Doolittle, Prince Leopolt Fuzzysnoot, & the King, my "brother" (by adoption, not blood), one Captain Merrill Stubing are all polydactyls & there's nothing better that to sharpen one's claws in the head of a Siamese!
I wish to thank all who have sent prayers & good vibes my way. I am better, but could use some more, as I am not as feeble & ill, but not up to par as of yet. That funny smelling non-cat, called "the vet" has said that he will stick another pointy thing in my leg to test for my thyroid levels, as that was one test that showed up as something that may be ailing me. Thanks again for your kindness & I'll have my non-furry Mama keep you in the know of things to come. Happy Chanukkah, Happy Solstice & Merry Christmas to all if I'm not back to update before then.
The Queen Mother - Ivee Rose Puss
What a way to start a Catster page! I've slowly, but surely have been adding the new pages for my "pride" & started working on Ivee's last night. When I uploaded it, I was in the throes of worry as she had to be rushed to the vet. Seems she's just not feeling up to snuff & really had me worried as she displayed the same symptoms my dearly departed Manny had shown before he succumbed to his fate & had to be sped to the angels as his chance for recovery was nil. He had developed an intestinal blockage, which may have been a crazy massive hairball or something worse, but as he was too ill to have an operation, we'll never know. As he was being worked up in the hospital, they'd taken a series of x-rays & found tumors on both kidneys so he had to be freed from his sick body, so when Ivee stopped meowing her ducky-quacky meows & started retching & showing no interest in anything other than sleeping, I came face to face with that fear I felt when I'd first been told Manny had a blockage. I rushed her to the vet at 9:30 & after he poked & prodded & delighted (sarcastically said) her by taking her temperature, he assured me that he felt no blockage & aside from her heart rate being up (which could be nothing more than showing that she's awful nervous when taken out of the home) & the fact that she had lost 2 pounds since her last visit, which was last year, he hadn't a clue what could be making her feel ill. I told him not to dillydally & get some blood & if needed, an xray to help figure what's cooking. He assured me that an xray wasn't needed as he hadn't felt any anomaly, but told me that he'd only be able to get blood test results by Monday, being a "holiday weekend" & all. He'd said that she may just have a bladder or urinary tract infection, but with no raised temp he didn't feel she was dealing with another sort of infection & wanted to wait it out before prescribing antibiotics. So, perhaps she did have a furball blockage that I helped dislodge by forcing mineral oil & water down her sweet mouth, but I am desperately worried for her. So all you fine folks who come across this, please send our Mama Ivee some prayers, good vibes & purrs to get well soon. I'll know everything is A-OK as soon as she can enjoy the turkey she loves so much & answers my inquiry with her chirpy, quacky sounding meow, as it's awful raspy & hard to get any reply at all & she's of the sort who always must have the last meow. Thanks for your time & if you & your kitties need some prayers, good vibes & purrs sent your way, just let me, Ivee, Edgrrr or WooWoo know & we'll gladly oblige! >^._.^< -quack!