Domestic Shorthair
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Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Queen Lucky, Poosie, Lucky-Poosie, and now sometimes "Peesie" because she likes to spray!

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-part feral-cat rescue

May 2nd 2003

Dilute Calico

To sit around the computer desk, away from Cricket, and have her tongue hanging out while she's petted.

Being attacked by Cricket... Cricket looking at her... Cricket being in the same room as her?

Favorite Toy:
She mostly plays with her kitty friends, although when she goes after Cricket it's for real. (Cricket used to beat her up and now Lucky knows she doesn't have claws!)

Favorite Nap Spot:
Behind the printer on the computer desk or on top of the flatbed scanner.

Favorite Food:
Strawberry yogurt... >.> Not that I'd give her some or anything!

Well, she can leave her tongue hanging out for long periods of time, and when you pet her her tail floofs up!


Arrival Story:
Lucky was born in Hannah's first litter of kittens outside. I thought she was sterile because the year before she didn't have any when we had plenty of toms to go around but she proved me wrong with no one but scruffy Pat around to be a father. Lucky's two sisters died before they got very old, and once Lucky was reduced to an only child she got obsessive about having attention, and if I or Hannah wasn't there paying attention, she would run off exploring and then get lost. First she was lost across the street for a day, then a few days later she went further, and then she was lost for almost 2 days, at the end of the street! I called for her and called for her, and finally she called back.... from a block away! I took her in just to snuggle with her and be thankful to have her back... and we decided she wasn't fit to be a feral kitty anymore.

When little Lucky was 4 weeks old and just coming to our house for the first time, my neighbors dogs got loose and pushed our gate open, going after the little squeaky-toys on legs. Lucky was the only one they got, but she's Lucky because she was alive! If you look at her special skills, she's still a little neurologically not quite with it from the incident, but she's fine otherwise. The "Poosie" nickname is because when we took her in, she and several other cats got giardia and we had to battle horrible diarrhea for a month... She likes being called Poosie though! ^_^ In September of '07 Lucky started losing weight and became less active. We took her into the vet and she was still eating so they sent her home with high cal food and ran thorough blood tests. Unfortunately after that she stopped eating on her own and had a seizure the next day. The bloodwork came back with no easy answer to why she had gotten so ill so it was pretty clear that she had a hidden cancer and the only way to diagnose it was through expensive tests and then even more expensive treatments would have only slightly prolonged her life in a miserable state. We decided to force feed her to keep her healthy as long as we could but unfortunately she chose to use her remaining energy to clamp her jaws shut when we tried. We couldn't let her slowly starve to death so we had to do the hardest thing and let her go before she got any more miserable. We'll miss her terribly but didn't have the heart to do anything less than what was best for her comfort. Rest in peace sweet little queen!

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Indoor Queen!

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End of the Royal Line.

September 24th 2007 11:13 am
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Well everyone, there are some things you just don't see coming and can't do anything to stop. I haven't eaten on my own since I was at the vet Thursday and I keep my jaw clamped shut when they try to force feed me. As much as they'd like to be able to force feed me and keep me alive until the cancer progresses too far I just won't let them get in more than a fourth of what I need to gain back my weight and live comfortably, so right now it's just leaving me to slowly starve to death.

I remember King Rambo in his final days... He was a little worse than I am now but he died on his own the Sunday before he was going to be euthanased on Monday and I think he would have been happier if they'd gotten him in on Friday or Saturday. It does not feel very dignified and royal to hardly be able to walk and I would be much happier if I could let go and have some peace and let my family start the healing... Tonight I'll go to the vet one last time and I won't be coming back.

I hope that everyone can be happy for me. I tried to help. The foster kitten Dominic came up to me the other night and gently hugged me like uncle Jürgen did when I was his age and I purred with approval like I haven't done for another cat since Jürgen went missing. He really gets along with everyone, not quite like me, but that is better for the harmony of the household and I'll admit it. Besides being kind to the other cats he loves the people and is always comforting them and making them laugh; he'll definitely help their spirits heal. They really didn't want to keep him and have a whopping 15 cats but now I'm leaving and giving them permission to have him take my spot, and it seems like fate that up until now he hasn't managed to be adopted despite being so sweet and photogenic. (Now there is something he does take after me with!)

I don't think there will be another Queen when I'm gone. Morgan is the oldest but she only cares about ruling over Stormy's heart. Then my big half-sis Cricket but she's too anti-social to want to be a queen. Auntie Cali likes authority but she'd rather be the sheriff running in and breaking up fights than the Queen sitting pretty on her thrown with a look of disapproval. Little sis Heidi is just to shy and scared of things to take over as Queen anytime soon, and dear little Hillary just wants to get along and fly under the radar. I'm not worried for them though. King Uncle-Kyle does all the real work taking care of the cats in our Kingdom and I trust him to keep doing a great job.

Thank you to everyone who was pulling for me when we found out how sick I was; I hope it doesn't make you too sad that I won't make it. My name is Lucky because I survived so many things that could have easily killed me in my kittenhood so you'd all better be proud of how long I did manage to live. If you're feeling blue please watch my video with the sound on, it's been known to cheer people up! I'm leaving this world with my legacy of a fruitful reign, funny videos, hundreds of super cute pictures, and all sorts of special memories for my humans. I'm still the proud and stubborn little Taurus kitten I was born so I'll go "do it for myself!" and catch up with my sisters and all the other relatives who will be waiting for me. I'll see everyone I'm leaving behind eventually and I bet that when Cricket and I don't have earthly territory to fight over we'll get along like sisters really should. I'll be looking forward to that some day. Wish me "luck" in my new adventure!

Farewell everyone!

All my love,
~ Queen Lucky the Lucky-Poosie ~


I've fallen very ill...

September 21st 2007 6:09 am
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Hey everyone. The Queen has been having some problems. The last few weeks I've lost two pounds, which really isn't a flattering look for me. I've also stopped grooming myself and I lay around most of the day with my belly half-exposed even though I'm on the floor where passing cats could come up and attack me. (They haven't, but the Lucky of a month ago wouldn't have trusted them not to!) Luckily I was due for a little bloodwork this week and went in to see my vet yesterday. When she walked in she said something like, "Hello little old lady!" and my people could only protest, "She's not old, she is only 4!"

The vet couldn't tell just by examining me what was wrong. My kidneys weren't very palpable so it's possible I could be suffering from renal failure, but my urine was pretty normal and most kitties with renal failure lose weight when they are at a point where they have no appetite- I downed 2/3rds of a can of high-calorie prescription food and only stopped because they took it away not wanting me to get diarrhea from it. Leukemia is a possibility although there were no palpable swollen lymph nodes or chest masses. They took a bunch of blood, gave me some sub-Q fluids just as a little pick-me-up, and will see where we go from here once they get the bloodwork back today.

But the story doesn't end there. Last night they tried to give me my food again but couldn't get me to eat more than a teaspoon, my appetite might not be doing as well as we hoped. And then this morning the scariest thing that ever happened to me took place- I had a seizure! Now my muscles are all shaky and I feel just awful. Only good thing is all the other kitties are being very respectful of me and the humans keep making a fuss, sitting with me and waiting on me hand and foot.

It's very uncertain times for this Queen so I hope everyone sends their good wishes that my name holds strong in this one and it's something I can easily get over. I just want to keep lording over this household and making videos of me getting high on catnip. It's really not a lot for a kitty who was born in a little wooden box in a suburban backyard to ask for- Queenhood and catnip.


"Peesie" no more?

March 9th 2007 3:58 pm
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My little puddles got worse recently... So today the humans took me to the vet since the elder human was making rude comments about how I might prefer to rule over someone else's kingdom if I wouldn't stop.

Well they took some samples... and found out I have a bladder infection! Ah-ha! Now the elder human regrets her harsh words. The vet did say that the spraying was more of a rude territorial Queen issue though... but they're going to try me on a different medication to mellow me out and get another litterbox for under the royal Kitchen Table since I like to pee in the kitchen so much.

Please wish me luck in curing this annoying infection and stopping my little habbits that while no bother to me seem to upset the humans and cause them a lot of extra work, meaning less time to spoil me. Thank you!

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