Pet-Peeves: He hates it when I try to comb the knots out of his fur near his tail and tries to bite me. He also hates getting the flea and tick stuff between the shoulder blades.
Favorite Toy: a shoestring
Favorite Nap Spot: my chair
Favorite Food: Ham
Skills: Edgar can open cabinets and slip inside
Arrival Story: I had lost to illness my precious princess Gabrielle who had owned me for 11 years about three weeks before. I wanted to adopt a kitten. Amazingly there were no free kitten ads in the paper and the shelter had no kittens. Finally the shelter had one black kitten for adoption (Gabby had been black too) we raced down to the shelter only to find a couple in the process of filling out the papers to adopt the kitten. So I looked at the adult cats; I could hardly stand it, I was in tears because I wanted to take them all home. But my husband didn't want an adult; he thought it might have bad habits already. As we were leaving an employee or volunteer at the shelter said: "pssst! you want a kitten?" Seems she had a friend who was an animal rescuer who had a cat with a litter. The whole family, mama and kittens had been found in a box taped shut in a parking lot! (I hate some people). I went to go check out the kittens and there were four gray tabby girls and one little orange boy. I had gone intending to adopt one cat; a girl. (yes, I do like semicolons). Well after picking Edgar's sibling, Emily from the available girls left I said the fateful words: "Oh give me the little orange boy too." And the rest is history.
It's been a long time . . . These days seem to all always be about needles and pills. I get two pills a day. One mom calls my "poop pill" (probiotic). It's a big capsule and I hate when she shoves it down my throat. But I thought it tasted nasty so I wouldn't eat it sprinkled on my food. And I guess it is helping my poops cause I haven't had the nasty runny poops since I started them regularly.
My other pill is a benazepril that is supposed to help retard my CRF. Good! CRF deserves to be stupid! (Sorry, mommy said that is not PC . . .). As for my CRF, well I guess I'm doing pretty well. A few weeks back my Dr. said my kidney numbers were the best they had been in a year. And that is probably related to the other thing... needles!
Every third day, sometimes one day less often mommy and daddy torture me by poking me with a needle and giving me fluids! :( It makes me so sad they do that to me. They set it all up, this towel on the table, hanging the bag of torture juice, etc. They know I don't want them to do it but they do it anyway and tell me what a "good boy" I am all the while they are torturing me. :/
I also get Cosequin every other day, for my old joints. But I like the taste of it so momma's allowed to sprinkle that on my food. :)
I had a haircut a while back. And that sure felt good! I couldn't get my mats out and wouldn't let momma do it cause it hurt when she tried. She is as clumsy as an ox. But now I have no more hair pulling on me and my new fur is growing in nicely. :)
I still could totally do without Salem and Lucy in my life. Although they seem to have learned their places. Salem doesn't back talk me too much and I've had a good butt sniff or two on him and even licked him on the head once.
Lucy jumps and runs from me when I make a lunge for her. And I appreciate that. Makes me feel like she knows who is boss.
I enjoy lying in sunbeams and sneaking up on the counter to see if momma or daddy left me some nice bacon grease or bits of scrambled eggs to steal. And most nights I sleep on momma's head. She complains sometimes that it makes it hard for her to breath, but I tell her, "get over it!"
In less than two months I will be 18 years old. Been around now over 3 years without my sister, Emily Felicity. Mom didn't think I would hang on to 18 but now I am doing pretty well. :) She still has promised me that I won't suffer. It is funny how these little incremental things happen; old joints, kidneys not doing their job, intestinal problems, matted hair. Just old guy stuff. My quality of life is still good, despite the pills and needles. And I'm not ready to go yet - not suffering. Not any more than anycat else in their golden years. I wonder why they call them golden?
Well that's all. I'm sorry I've been a lousy furriend these last couple of years. I love youse guys.
I had fun tonight at the "Whatever Party" in the brusselball group! The party is here: brusselball I hope more furriends can make it this weekend! It is come and go all weekend but I and Salem and Lucy are camping out there fur the whole thing!
Well this is embarrassing! I started out to give a rosie of thanks to all the sweet furriends who remembered my birthday with rosies and I don't have enough zealies! LOL! Too funny because I've given tons away in the last year since I'm not on here much any more. I'm sorry though... I wanted to be able to give at least a little rosie to effuryone who remembered me. :~(
But thank you so much!! This was a furry important birthday to me. And special thanks to my furriends who took the trouble to come to my birthday party in the brussellball group spa!! That meant more to me and momma than you will know. (((furriends)))
The fun kitties who hang out in the brusselball group in the spa thread are going to have another party next weekend! This party is a "Whatever Party" and it starts at 8 pm EASTERN time and lasts ALL weekend! Come and go as you please! I know they'd love to see you there! So please stop by and party! It is an open group now, I believe. So head on over to: http://www.catster.com/group/Brusselball-10047 and look for the Spa Meow and Lounge thread - the only thread on Catster, I would hazard a guess, with over 175,000 posts!! :~)