oh MY! special cans!

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?

finicky? wise? OCD? not telling...

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.

a matter of hope and pride...

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...

been a long time, yeah?

so much has happened since we last chatted. churrah left us, and wesley joined us. my mom is now attached by an entrancing translucent chewy rope to a machine that purrs louder than any of us ever have. and the world RADICALLY changed configuration-it's called 'moving house' i'm informed.

i LIKE this new configuration. stairs are a wonderful thing. they are the trees of our realm. from the top of the stairs any cat can have ultimate power over all they survey. it's a rush, man. and racing up and down stairs just before dawn and convincing mommy that we're having a thunderstorm, so that she comes looking for me because i'm scared of thunder, only to discover i AM the thunder (or a third of it)? priceless.

it's just me and jadyn & wesley, now. i'm the absolute oldest kitty in the house, and i have been since halloween of '09...i wasn't ready then, but i've grown into the role. maybe that's why churrah spent more time with me than the other kitties. maybe he knew that someday i'd be the alpha kitty, and he was passing on his power as we dreamed together. i have it now. i am RKN. i am alpha kitty. i am three years old and i am powerful and orange.

wellll...i think i've been dissed by da BIK

da BIK had been inhabiting mom's leg for quite some time...and mom's computer...and mom's leg...and mom's computer...and mom had to stretch and hydrate, and da BIK wasn't into that. so mom said: "maybe you'd like to curl up with kaya-kitty? she's warmer than i am...maybe not as warm as the computer, but maybe you could find you LIKE a happy medium."
and she puts jadyn da BIK beside me on the black chair...which i contrast, and da BIK matches. on a purrrly aesthetic level i approved, so i allowed it. i even moved over a bit. da BIK and i sniffed nosies...then da BIK jumps down and meows up at mommy! so mommy said: "let's try that again."
so she puts da BIK back. i made a little more room. da BIK got in the camel-kitten position, which i have to admit looks cute on her. so i put a paw over her and started grooming her face...and she backs off the chair so fast she fell on her back!
mom said: "oh forget it."
i been dissed by da BIK!

i feel special!!!! but: OOOOHHH!!! what she DID! (gasp)

first of all i just clawed mommy (very gently) so she would remember to let me say: THANK YOU, I VERY MUCH APPRECIATE BEING THE DIARY OF THE DAY! i appreciate all the rosies, and the pmails...and i would be giving out more rosies right now...see soo many purrs who need them...except mom's running super-low on zealies and has to wait awhile to buy more. (shrug) so maybe i'll just...pseudo-rosie people? or give them IOUs? i need to come up with an acronym for this...but a certain acronym is interfering with my creative process.

OOOOHHHH!!!! what she DID! that...that....that BIK! (hisssss...growl....rumble)
she slept with MY MOMMY! i walked across the little table and was about to walk across mommy to find my spot...and that little...smug...bratty...little...BIK-was in MY spot.
why didn't i just slap her? why did i just creep away and curl up in the chair that needs a shave? why didn't i reclaim MY spot? I'M the "First-Born", the sacred right of the First-Born is to decide who gets to sleep with mommy. so...i had a right to decide she could. whatever happens must be by my will, or it would not happen...but why was that my will? and if it was by my will...as it had to be, or it would not have happened...why am i angry?
i will worry about this later...meanwhile: i wonder if mommy really is going to shave the chair? (check rhymon's page to see why mommy thinks the chair needs a shave...) will it hurt the chair? i've seen mommy shave, and sometimes she gets hurt...on the other hand, after mommy shaves her legs get even more comfy to lie on. so okay. i will allow the chair to be shaved, since the net result will be a gain for the comfort of kitties, particularly the First-Born.
photographic evidence to the contrary, i actually spend more time in that chair than rhymon...it's just that i'm more active-and more photogenic-so mommy doesn't have to take picture after picture of me in a chair. rhymon is pretty much either in a chair, under the telescope, or invisible. well, she's been on the perch...but it is the Will of the First-Born that we discuss the perch, the cave, the whole cat tree subject...some other time. so i love you, but go away now. i spy blue feathers...

i must concatulate my mommy...look at my PAGE!

now, i'm not all blinged, but mommy actually got me a pretty background up without making the page look like pablo picasso visited from beyond the grave and, being a zombie, had no sense of proportion. and his fingers had all rotted away, so he was just doing the jackson pollock thing and flinging paint at the screen with the remnants of his hands...it is almost 4 am, me & mommy get a bit of a morbid imagination going on...sorry.
but look at my PAGE!

(of COURSE she did MY page first...i am the FIRST-BORN. *preens self* whose page did you think she was gonna do first? the BIK's?!?)

thanks, catster diary pickers...i needed the pick-me-up

i'm a DDP...or is that DPD...oh well, as long as it's not DDT. which means that i, the First-Born, am still the most special. i will always be the most special. there shall be no cats before me, no matter how many come after me...and mommy says she's through, that three cats are all she can possibly handle. thank the Great Cat, two of the BIK-kittens are gone, and mommy says she's going to find the big mean BIK somewhere else to live, because she seems determined to search out and destroy rhymon every chance she gets...poor rhymon. she's been attacked by the mean big BIK twice. no injuries, but she's pretty freaked...then again, it doesn't take much to freak rhymon. she still runs and hides when the humans sneeze or cough or have other involuntary body functions. she's afraid of fuzzy slippers, shadows, sneezes, loud commercials...but the mean big BIK is actually something to be scared of.
even I used to be scared of her...but i stood up to her and chased her out! and i told rhymon that she didn't have to be scared anymore, cuz i chased the big mean BIK out! and then mommy had to go and let her back in...which is when she flew at rhymon the second time. now mommy says the big mean BIK has to live in her room until she finds her somewhere else to be. (YAY!)

and i bet that big mean BIK knows whose house this is NOW. cause not only did i chase her mean self out, i left her a message in her room. she pees in one box and poos in another...so while she was gone i did a big POO in her pee box! and i put one of mommy's shirts in the litterbox, so she'd know that it was MY house, and the woman who feeds us all is MY mommy. i may not meow much, but i can manage to make myself understood when i want.

chillin' in the cat room

been spending today chillin' in the cat room with churrah and rhymon and churrah's person. i think the BIKs have the run of the (MY) house right now, but i don't much care. i'm on the leopard pillow, listening to hard rock in this nicely dim room...two species of furry and non-furry animals sleeping and not-sleeping in a cave and grooving with a Pict. that's from mommy's favorite band from kittenhood, pink floyd. well, sort of. she says i sort of misquoted-i say i made appropriate modifi-cat-ions.

i slept half-on and half-off mom last night, which she found odd...says she doesn't understand why i don't have a crick in my back this morning. instead, she's the one who woke up groaning, feeding the various kitties with her eyes closed and then sticking rags in hot water and wrapping them around her head and neck before lying down again. she has migraines from some sort of spinal pain, and injured feelings in her third sea. mommy enjoys swimming, she has several seas and likes to rub her neck and invoke the seas...'oh, sea-three! what do you want of me?'
i think the third sea wants her to come visit, instead of rubbing her neck and wrapping hot towels and stuff around her eyes and her neck. cause she'll sigh and say...'really have to go see about this three sea..."
see? she knows the third sea misses her. sometimes i know my leopard pillow misses me, so i go see it. mommy should be NICE to the third sea, and go visit. curl up in it, even if that would mean getting wet. thinking of the third sea always makes her want to wrap hot, wet towels and stuff around herself, anyway-so she must miss the third sea, too! sometimes people-or at least my mommy-need to learn to take the direct approach.

am i still the first-born?

i'm not too freaked out by the teeny-tiny BIKs. i just make sure to bop them on the head (no claws) and hiss a little, so they'll know who's boss. but the grownup BIK momcat (mommy calls her ayla) is a different story. when she came out-i don't think mommy meant her to, she put her right back-i didn't bop her on the head. i didn't even come close. actually (blushes) i...ran. i DID hiss though, so i redeemed myself a little.
she's older than me! churrah's older than me, too-but we don't have the same mommy. my mommy brought ayla in and my mommy feeds her and...and...holds her, and pets her, and talks to her. so my mommy might be ayla's mommy, and ayla is older than i am! does that make ayla the First-Born? does that make ayla the most-special kitty? does that mean that mommy is going to let ayla out of the room and give her a little more tuna than me the way she gives me a little more tuna than rhymon? does that mean (GASP) that ayla will want to sleep with mommy and i won't be able to decide when she gets to and when she doesn't?
cause sometimes i let rhymon sleep with mommy and me, and sometimes i don't, and i've heard mommy call that "the sacred right of the First-Born". so will ayla be able to decide whether i get to sleep with mommy or not?
am i still the First-Born? am i still the most-special kitty?