Likes: Fight and bite play sessions, being held like a baby, full body rubs, getting kissed on his rubber cat lips, biting your calf as you walk by in shorts & watching movies
Pet-Peeves: Getting stepped on & being home alone, and most of all being bathed.
Favorite Toy: His blue VW Beatle Matchbox car, the white Hot Rod Matchbox car & the Cosmic Catnip Alpine Scratcher
Favorite Nap Spot: Any sunny spot where he can bake and get a nice even suntan.
Favorite Food: Chicken Live-a-Littles the most, but also Parmesan cheese, rasberries & bananas
Skills: He gives hats (sleeps above/on our heads on our pillow), gives licks on command, pretends to be a pencil, can cleary say "mom," & imitates an infant crying at 5:30 am sharp every morning & knows how to play without sticking his nails out
Arrival Story: We went to the ASPCA, looked around and Mr. Dib picked us.
Bio: Salem is a tender man with a tender plan, and almost always has his purrbox turned on. He loves to schnook (cuddle) in spoon position every night. When he stretches out he looks like a pencil with his pink little eraser nose. He has a little bit of seperation anxiety and cries very loudly when one of us leaves the house. When we get back home, he is usually still waiting by the door. Dib loves to give kisses with his little sand paper tongue. He also will give out an occasional soft love bite on our cheeks or chin. He has all of his fingernails (claws are for animals -- Mr. Dib is a tender man), but he only uses them on his Alpine Scratcher and sometimes to sneak a scratch at the couch when no one is looking. Salem also likes to let us clean his feet whenever he gets them soiled. He says it is like getting a foot massage. He is never stinky and always has a nice popcorn scent in between his toes. When Dib is held like a baby, he stretches out his paw to touch our faces to tell us how much he loves his pappy or mammy.
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: He's a tender man... with a tender plan.
I was sent home last night! Thank God! It was scary over there...
Well, I never had a chance to tell Mam what to write for me. I was too preoccupied and worried about another techinician trying to poke and prod me yet another time. Luckily when the surgeon saw my x-rays, there did not appear to be any obstruction in my intestines. And, my bloodwork, they said, was terrific. It better have after how much they took from me. No one really knows what exactly was wrong with me, but all I know is that I am happy to be back home.
There were lots of sick doobs (pets) there, some in worse shape than me. I was scared and was pretty mean to all the doctors. I hope they will forgive me... I am usually very tender. I was just very scared and my stomach hurt a lot. It feels better now, but I still have to eat some bland prescription food for a few days. Oh well...
I also look like I got into a fight with a bad hair dresser. Each of my legs has shaved spots and my belly... ugh, my belly, they shaved off my cute white fur with polka dots! That's the worst part, aside from my sore legs from IVs and a catheter in my back leg. But, I guess the one good thing about my buzzed belly is that now not only do I get belly rubs, Mam and Pap have also been giving it kisses. : )
My human parents and I are so relieved I didn't need surgery afterall! I know lots of family and friends were praying for me and I think I experienced my own kitty miracle. Whatever made me sick is gone now! Thank you.
Uh oh... I think I ate something I shouldn't have. My stomach feels icky and I threw up all afternoon well into the morning. It is almot 5:00 am and Mam and Pap are putting on their shoes to take me to the ASPCA for an emergency visit. I am a little scared, so please keep me and my cat parents in your prayers and thoughts. I am brave, but I think they will be nervous for me.
Love and sandpaper kisses,
Salem Herman Newton Dib
PS. I told my mam to log in a few entries while I am at the dooble hospital to keep you all up-to-date. (dooble in my dib language means pet... one day I will post my dib dictionary or dibtionary.)
Well, I never did get a brother or sister. It seems that Pap's allergies got so bad that even getting a Hepa man was not enough. And, can you believe it... an evil allergy doctor tried to convince Pap and Mam that they should put me up for adoption, but they both stood up to that 'ol dirty Gargamel!
So, Pap even got on Zyrtec for me. He still sounds a little sneezy, but I am just so thankful that my Mam and Pap are willing to go get everything they need to keep me. I love them very much.
Some things are different though, although I am not complaining because I understand that even though Pap cannot deep sniff me anymore, it is not because he does not want to or does not love me. He just cannot or he will not be able to breathe. At least, Mam can still sniff a dib.
We also had to get rid of some of the pillows I stationed on because I think they were too hairy. I thought they looked just fine. ::Shrug::
Oh, and the one thing I will say I do not like is when the water monster comes and tries to attack me and Mam. I am not sure when he started to visit exactly, but I am positive it has to do with Dr. Gargamel. Every couple months, a snake attaches to the kitchen sink and spits water and almond smelling goo at Mam and I. I overheard something about how the water monster actually helps Pap by getting rid of dander. I do not know... how can water help anything, but make me look like a possom. Ok, well, a handsome possom, if there ever could be...
Other than that, everything else seems normal. I get brushed more often for sure and they seem to sweep a whole lot more, but all in all things are well, even if I do have to be bathed here and there. Ewww...
I may not be able to have a brother or sister, but I now understand. Mam and Pap have been so dedicated to making it work and loving me that I do not mind being an only child anymore. More treats and body rubs for me!