Diary of a NOT FAT lover boy

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One year, six weeks (or so) later... and stuff that I'm not- supposed to know...

September 2nd 2011 8:11 pm
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Dear Diary,

Mom was all happy tonight that Lucy, Salem and I all ate our FF canned treat dinner within a few feet of each other. Only the water fountain separated me from Lucy. And when I was done with my plate, I glanced over the fountain at her plate to see if maybe the dumb bunny had left any.

And this morning I went up to my water fountain, with just a little coaxing and drank my morning water with ice cubes and even played a bit with my ice cubes, even though Salem, The Evil, was right there, just two feet away.

Mommy seems to be encouraged by this. I guess that means it is time for me to poop somewhere inappropriate so she will just not be getting any crazy, "we all get along" ideas!

purrs,
Edgar

P.S. Oh, and the thing I'm not supposed to know? Well this coming Thursday mom is taking me in to the vet for a shave because I have some mats that she just can't comb out (I won't let her). She is worried and feeling very bad about me getting mats and about me going under anesthesia to get them out.

 

I Played with My Brother, Salem ... sorta...

July 27th 2011 6:15 pm
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Dear Diary,

Just so's nocat gets confused or anything, I want to start this by saying I still hate them! AND I'm still pooping outside my box in different places from time to time, as needed, to let THEM know which areas of the house are MINE! Although I haven't done that in about a week.

But, tonight, I sorta played with my brother, Salem. Mom lets them out every morning and, if daddy has locked them up again in the daytime (which he does sometimes when they are napping in their room anyway) she lets them out again in the evening. We all get our Fancy Feast together in the kitchen in the morning and evening.

Tonight the waitress, um I mean mommy, was being kind of slow so we all started griping a bit about how we wanted our food. This made mommy laugh. We three got closer and closer while demanding our supper. Since we got so close, mommy decided to set our plates down a little closer together. And we ate just fine, although I kept one eye on the enemy during supper! A smart cat is always alert!

After supper, mommy got out the Cat Dancer toy that Arnold P. sent me and Emily so long ago. And she played with us all; taking turns to swing it around to each of us. As we played, Salem and I got closer and closer. We were about 18 inches apart and both still batting and playing. I kind of enjoyed it...

In fact, when mommy got tired and quit she threw three cat toys down on the floor and started to walk out of the room. Salem started to follow her, like he always does, and I started to follow him!! Then I sniffed and rubbed on my YEOWWW shark mommy had thrown on the floor. And I was all the way in a different part of the kitchen that I never go in when they are out! Mommy turned back to try to get me to play with the shark. But then daddy said she was being "pushy" so she quit.

I still hate them. This moment of weakness should not be mistaken by anycat as "progress." Hummph! But... I did kinda have fun...

not budging and inch from my totally justifiable position purrs,
Edgar

 

Poop on the bed

June 22nd 2011 6:32 pm
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Dear Diary,

Desperate times call for desperate measures! Two nights ago I pooped right in the middle of mommy and daddy's bed, again... Well I'm jealous! I don't like those other cats! I want them to go away! Salem scares me. I think he wants to kill me.

And every other day mommy or daddy locks me up in their room and lets them run all over my house and my back yard!! And even on the other days, when their locked up, mommy or daddy let them out in my back yard for a while and lock me out of my yard.

I don't think mom loves me any more. Not like before anyway. She tries to tell me she loves me. She tells me that if I'd just let them be out in the house in the daytime with me that she would lock them up at night so I could have my night time snuggle time with mom. But I don't trust her any more. I mean, I've made it perfectly clear that I don't want them here, but she's not taking them away.

I'm miserable and it's all her fault! So I pooped on the bed. I wanted to make it clear that mom and dad's bed was MINE! Then mom gets all freaked out and tears everything off the bed, totally destroying my effort to make a point.

So I guess I'll just eat worms and die.

no purrs,
Edgar

 

Horrors! I had to go to the vet!!

April 28th 2011 6:09 pm
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Dear Diary,

Today was like something out of a Stephan King novel. I knew something was up when mom got up in the morning. I could just smell it! Sure enough, once she got all washed and dressed and stuff I heard her get the carrier out!

Well I was too smart for that. I retreated to under the center of mom and dad's king-sized bed where they can NOT reach me! She crouched down and pleaded and made kissy noises but I said: "I don't think so! No! Uh uh! Not comin' out! Go away!" And she did!

I thought I'd won. But I, after all these years, underestimated how devious and evil mom can be. :~( She returned and she returned with my favorite freeze-dried chicken treats. She proceeded to put a pinch (the bag is down to crumbs the woman hasn't bought any for me in so long!) on the floor at the edge of the bed.

I crept over, mewing: "Are you sure you aren't planning anything terrible? Is it safe for me to eat these yummy, yummy treats?" And she coo'ed reassuring words. But then, my friends, what do you think happened? She snatched me up! I didn't even get to eat the treats! She crammed me in the carrier, put me in the car and drove off, laughing wickedly!! (Note from mom: I was not laughing wickedly. He's making that up.).

And then she left me at the vets office for the whole ENTIRE day where they poked me, shaved a spot on my neck, stole my blood, prodded me and pretty much tortured me for the whole day.

Finally, when I was about at the end of my rope, mom came and picked me up and took me home. I was too weak and exhausted to struggle or cry much. She forced a pill down my gullet (as has become the nightly routine) and then gave me some canned Fancy Feast. I have been resting since and licking my wounds, well most of my wounds, I can't reach that spot on my neck that they shaved where they tried to cut my throat.

Oh, and mom says the vet said I'm in good shape and that my kidneys are still being stupid. (Translation from mom: His reduced kidney function is still being retarded by the Benazepril). My numbers are: BUN 27, Creatinine 2.00. Mom says these are not great but they are not bad. My weight is down to 11.1, but mom says she knew that from weighing me herself. Everything else looks good for a 15+ kitty.

sorely abused purrs,
Edgar

 

Starting to show my age.

April 12th 2011 6:21 pm
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Dear Diary,

Well, I'm getting pretty skinny. Mom is afraid to weigh me as the last time she did I was only 10.8 when I used to weigh over 14! I act like I feel okay though, except for not being happy with the interlopers.

I have a vet appointment on the 28th. I will have a CBC to see how the benazepril is doing on making my kidneys stupid. (Note from mom: um... he means retarding kidney failure).

I still sleep with mom every night. The other night I ate a bite of lemon cake! It surprised mom. Hee hee! Gotta keep 'em on their toes.

Mom worries that she didn't let me live out my golden years without stress. She thinks the stress of Salem and Lucy in the house might be shortening my life. I dunno if it is or not. I know I don't like them around. On the other paw, they keep me from being bored. MOL!

I think the doc is going to say I'm in good shape though! I hope so. Mom and I'd like a few more years together.

purrs,
Edgar

 

It is what it is, I guess...

March 26th 2011 6:01 pm
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Dear Diary,

Mom still refuses to get rid of the interlopers. Every other day I get locked up in THEIR room and I hate that! I've figured out when mom and dad are planning to lock me up and once I ran away from dad and hid under the bed howling. But he waited and sneaked up on me later when I was napping. :~( I don't think a mancat of my years should have to put up with this stuff.

As for me, well I've lost quite a bit of weight from what I weighed in my prime. But other than that I seem to feel okay. Mom got me playing last night with a shoestring. :~)

I still sleep with mom every night. And daddy told mommy yesterday that he watched me in the night when mommy was asleep and didn't know how she could sleep through it. Daddy said I crawl all over mom, walk over her up to her face, sniff around, walk back down, find a comfy spot and nest up next to her. He's watched two nights in a row and reported I did the same thing. Mom says: "I wish he'd be that snuggly when I'm awake!" LOL! I gotta keep her wanting more you know.

I hope all of you, my furriends, are okay.

love and purrs,
Edgar

 

I had an oopsie.

February 13th 2011 5:27 pm
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Dear Diary,

On top of the counter is the microwave. On top of the microwave is a little wooden crate. In the little wooden crate is a small bowl that is actually made out of cloth and something inside the cloth that makes it stiff. The bowl was made by one of mommy's SOMC CCL friends. In the bowl sits an orange and an apple.

This whole arrangement is in the path of my route to the highest cabinet in the kitchen. Mommy was gone all day yesterday and daddy was gone part of the day. When daddy came home he found the orange and the apple across the room on the floor by the stove, the little bowl in the middle of the kitchen floor and the wooden crate on the floor by the counter where the microwave sits. At first daddy got skeered and thought Salem had torn his way through the screen door and we had been fighting all through the house. But no, Salem and Lucy were safely in their room and the screen door had not been breached. And I seemed to be fine.

When mommy finally got home daddy told her about it..."The strangest thing happened..." Mommy said: "Edgar must have slipped on his way up or his way down and grabbed the crate and dragged the whole thing off on top of himself."

And it seems mommy was right. Because today they let Salem and Lucy out while I was out and I started to head for my highest cabinet. But when I got to the microwave I just stopped and hesitated. I was skeered I couldn't make the jump and all that stuff would come tumbling down on me again! Mommy rescued me though and put me out of Salem's way for a while.

Mommy updated my profile on here a couple of days ago. Seems my profile still said I weighed 14 pounds. But that was way out of date. I am down to 10.8 now. But I still eat my canned food and I still snuggle with mommy every night. Mommy hopes that I will be here a while yet. I hope so too.

purrrs,
Edgar

 

My update

February 3rd 2011 6:30 pm
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Dear Diary,

I hate them. Salem and Lucy, that is. I still hate them and I am really ticked at mom (I won't call her mommy any more) because she won't get rid of them. And, Salem scares me!

Last night, mom and dad had the nerve to try to bring THEM back into the room while I was still here! (Note from mom: we opened the door and thought Edgar would run out). I hissed and spit and growled and ran under the coffee table! Then when dad tried to nudge me with his foot I tried to attack it and ran and hid in the cat condo and growled and hissed!

Then mom turned out the light and I had to stay in here another hour. I hate being in their room! It stinks!

But I do still sleep every night with mom. And except for having dropped a few more ounces at every vet visit, I seem to be healthy for a fifteen year old boy. Sometimes, when Salem howls in the night, I get up off the bed and go and his and growl at him at his door and then come back to bed. Mommy says I'm being a brat but it's all her fault because she made me a brat. I don't think I'm a brat! This is my house! Oh, and Salem made up that whole story about the poop thing! He was the one who pooped! Not me! (Note from mom: No, it was Edgar).

king of MY house purrs,
Edgar

 

Thank you Genny- for tagging me.

January 28th 2011 10:02 pm
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Dear Diary,

My Darling furriend, Genny tagged me in the "five most annoying things your humans do tag." Thank you Genny for thinking of me! I hope that you and Elise and your mom are well.

Here are my five things:

1. Mom stays up too late playing on the computer and doesn't eat. She knows that I expect a bite or two of whatever she has for dinner and she should NOT keep me waiting so long!

2. Mom picks me up like a baby (holding me in her arms with my tummy up) and kisses all over my face and rubs my tummy. This is not a comfortable position for me at my age and I am entirely too grown up at 15 to be treated like a baby!

3. Dad calls me "fat@ss" all the time. Like he has room to talk!

4. Mom locks me up with her in the office every other night and lets those beasts, Salem and Lucy, have the run of the house. This really makes me mad!

5. Mom is stupid and doesn't know what I am saying when I am talking to her. I have tried and tried and you would think she would pick up on just a few meows by now! But nooooooo! I understand almost everything she says! But, I guess I shouldn't get mad at her for being stupid, that's not really her fault. She is a human, after all.

Do I have to stop at five? Because there are a lot of other things my humans do that are annoying... LOL!

Well, I was supposed to tag five furriends but mom has never let me tag anyone. So if you read this and you want to play, consider yourself tagged!

grumpy olde furt purrs,
Edgar

 

My best friend, Arnold P., is gone.

January 26th 2011 6:04 pm
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Dear Diary,

Such a very sad night. My best buddie, Arnold P. , had to make his journey today. I loved my friend very much. He was so funny and witty and nice. He was supportive and kind. He was the best pal a guy could have!

I'm gonna miss him a lot.

very sad purrs,
Edgar

 
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