Nicknames: ky-ky, ky in the sky, ky, official toy tester, toe-biter, upside down cat, bat cat (that upside down thing again) penny monster (she ATE one), kaya mckaya, starbaby, ninja kitty, apprentice mouser
Birthday: October 19th 2007
Coloration: Orange Tabby
Likes: trying to be everywhere at once, first. (before shyloh), sleeping in mommy's face, her cat bed,her blanket, NIP (total niphead)
Favorite Toy: every toy in the house, as many as she can at one time-laser pen is a big hit, and she LOVES her carrot catnip toy-silly looking thing, but she loves it
Favorite Nap Spot: i never thought i'd find out...right smack dab in the middle of the couch, her cat bed, on top of the refrigerator in the den, on top of me, and wherever her sis is, if she's in the mood for a fur-cuddle nap...lately, on my feet wherever they happen to be
Favorite Food: iams kitten formula, popcorn, a stolen french fry every now and then...they're hard to guard effectively, ranch dressing...COFFEE!! and like a hyper kid on ritalin, she drinks coffee and slows down...go figure ( we have lids on the cups now...)
Skills: will actually nod to indicate 'yes' . as of january 2010: KAYA apparently has the genetic ability to sense a seizure before it occurs-and the will and the love to alert me and intervene. insistent that i sit down b4, comforts after-worry i'll hurt her.
Arrival Story: happened rather suddenly. we were talking to kaya's (and shyloh her sister) guardian about the possibility, and he said he would bring them over today...i figured at first he meant to meet and greet, but when he said he was bringing them that was what he meant. he was over the legal limit on cats, and liked what he'd heard-and the kittens were going to be easier to get into good homes, especially someone who would take them both. so i guess he pounced on it... he had to say goodbye to them each about eight times...i can see how he got over the limit on cats...(btw, he told us they were three months old...they're maybe two months old...more likely around six weeks...hmmm)
update: as time went on, i saw their former 'guardian' in a clearer light. the girls were fleabitten, weighed not much more than half a pound, you could actually count their vertebrae by eye. we still haven't managed to completely get rid of their ear mite problem, though it's much better. he was so obsessed with 'having' cats he didn't care for them as individual creatures worthy of so much as decent food and protection from pests, much less love and attention. the kittens were headshy, skittish, and for weeks centered on each other only. they had very obviously not been handled by humans. our guess was pretty close on their age-they only recently lost their 'baby fangs' at around what we figured was the five month mark. i shudder when i think of what their lives would have been like if the law had not stepped in and forced him to dismantle his hoarded horde of cats and kittens.)
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: not fighting my demons-we joined forces
there are some very magic cans in the house, cans that make me meow-ow-ow...and i'm a cat of few words, i am. these cans have been kissed by STARS. mom could not get to the pet store but was able to get a ride to Sam's Club with someone who's a member, so for the next couple of weeks we are getting 9-Lives canned, canned chicken, and canned tuna kissed by STARS. i am chirpy-happy about STARS having shown my prey special affection. it bodes well for my future, the STARS are powerful and beneficent. yes?
i am very very thankful for all the pretty rosettes and all the concern from all the kitties and their people. truly. i am livelier these days, more active and bright-eyed. i am more "solid" mom says, and i walk steadier and don't shake my paws near as often. haven't fallen down when i played for several days, but still not as much stamina for playtime as i should have, and mom isn't pushing...and i am still really skinny. mom says it's like looking at me two years or so ago, when i was a half-grown cat-when i had all my length and none of my bulk.
when she gets a chance to get to the actual pet store she's going to pick up some EVO...a friend let us try some and it made my tail curl with joy...and it's 95% meat, which is great, and made us all want to drink water right after-which is good. mom thinks. it's good. i like water.
i've taken to hanging out under things, which is also sort of a blast from the past. but i'm much, much more relaxed than i was a few weeks ago. i'm stretching a lot, which just has to be a good sign. actually all 3 of us are stretching more...we're all on rescue remedy, so either it's that or it's something cats do when they're working a toxin out of their symptoms. i think it's just something i do when i feel the need to revitalize and renew. in other words, it feels good so i do it. but i can't do it when i'm in pain, which just is NOT fair, is it?
it's official, i will eat NOTHING but canned food. i will not eat California Naturals. I will not eat it with canned food, i will not eat it with chicken broth, i will not-mysteriously-drink just plain chicken broth. not more than a few licks, anyway. i will eat tuna, yes. but other than that, i will eat canned food. and that is all i will eat.
mom has a theory. she thinks that yes, canned food is better for me, especially right now. but she does not think that i am a cognoscenti of cat nutrition...i have happily scarfed everything from meow mix to iams to purina one to TOTW to the latest, California Naturals. along with that parade of dry i always got canned-but more usually, day in and day out, it was kibble i ate...and it was kibble i was eating when i got sick...but it is CANNED that i was eating as i began to feel better. so wet food is my magic elixir.
mom sympathizes. when she was going through the weeks of projectile vomiting, the only thing she could keep down many days was water with lemon or lime juice added to it-now, even though the nausea is past and she can pretty much eat anything, she still adds lemon or lime juice if she's drinking more than just a small glass of water. i've formed an association she thinks: dry food = sick kitty. wet food,tuna = happy healthier kitty.
if this is true, she asked me, why am i still feeding dry food to jadyn and wesley?
well, humans are a mystery.
i know that i don't really weigh over fourteen pounds anymore...i actually only weigh 10.5 right now (hangs head). but mom and i have discussed this at length, and have decided to leave my weight at fourteen pounds on my page-because that's my REAL weight, my healthy weight, my 'fighting form' weight. we'll try to keep interested kitties apprised of my temporary weight here in this diary, but in my mind's eye i weigh fourteen pounds, and i'm not cold all the time anymore, and i can play without losing my balance and my mom can stop blinking a lot when she looks at me-i know what that means, i can smell tears.
in other mews, being a sick kitty is not all bad. i get canned food all the time. mom tried to give me some california naturals dry-cause i always used to love it-and i registered my opinion of THAT by turning my back on it. she said: "very subtle, ky." and gave us all some canned-gave me half the can, split the rest between da BIK and her diluted shadow. the wet food is a useful way to get DBIK (dilute black inside kitty-wesley) to take his Rescue Remedy. i don't understand what his problem with it is-i LOVE it. (mom says i'm strange.) jadyn at least cooperates. but wesley is a booger...so mom has started dosing him on the sly. (shh!)
thanks to efurryone for your concern...i now return to visualizing myself as a Sumatran Tigress...