August 9th 2012 4:42 pm
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Baybee, saw a kitten on craigslist today - she's calling me. She's a Bengal/Calico mix. I am waiting for the owner to call me back. Would it be ok? I'm not sure what I could name her, but I would love a cat like that. She's pretty. but not as pretty as you. But a wildcat mix is what I'm looking for.
If she is meant for me, please have her owner call me. If not, you'll met me know. I'll be getting her brother too for James and because they are close.
Love you Demon, and I miss you. And please, your roses need help. Please help them grow.
August 3rd 2012 1:52 am
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I felt you on my hospital bed. Some times I actually looked to see if there was a cat there. The nurses saw me pet air in my sleep or morphine state but I knew I was petting you. Ty for being with me at the hospital. Miss ya demon.
July 18th 2012 11:27 pm
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I keep looking on top of the cat tree, or the pantry but you're not there. Daddy's says we can't get a new kitty until we get a bigger place. (We do have a small place) I keep looking for hurt ones on craigslist, ones no one wants. Just like you. I know I gave you 5 wonderful years. I know if you went to the SPCA you would have been put down because of your leg and how sick you were in the beginning. I gave you a chance.
I wish I knew what was 100% wrong. I wish I could have fixed you. In a way, I hope you do not have your leg back, you were so cute with your leg. You could jump higher, run faster, I hope you are jumping high again.
I heard you purring against my head the other night, til Mr Zeus decided to jump on my head. I keep thinking I'm hearing you around here, I keep turning around thinking I'll see you, but I know you're not here.
Oh Baybee, I love you
July 14th 2012 6:27 am
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My mom and a friend answered an ad on craigslist for a hurt kitten. It was on a Sunday - so the only vets open were Banfield and Emergency. Mommy was told I could run around, on what looked like a broken leg, but I was eating and everything I just had to be captured (I was outdoors)
Well, mommy and her friend drove over an hour to come get me and the man had captured me with food (oh I love food) and right way fell in love. But as soon as they saw how BAD my leg was they took me the Banfield by my new house.
The vet techs told my mommy I could not be seen that day but as soon as the VET saw my leg he squeezed me in. I was 4-5 weeks old with a healed break. The nerve was severed at the "elbow" and when I was healthy they leg was going to have to come off.
I was also very very sick. I had about 6-7 parasites in me. I was put on a lot of meds and I was told I had to be kept away from ALL animals for two months and if anyone even TOUCHED ME they had to SCRUB their hands with hot water. No one, except mommy wanted anything to do with me. Because there were other animals in the house, (she was staying with a friend) I had to be kept in a giant dog crate . She always took me out when she was in the room and cuddled with me. She wore a special shirt - so whenever she held me it was my shirt. My name at first was SKYE - can you believe that name, SKYE ha I hate that name. Every time mommy walked in my room she said "hi Bay-bee" and that name STUCK - stuck like glue! - so Baybee I became.
I used my leg as a crutch - I could feel half of it the other, it was just hanging there, but it helped to cover the mess in the litter box! - Only problem I had was sometimes I caught it in her friends bunny cage. That was no fun. It got infected a couple times but mommy got it fixed right away!
I got my leg off when I was about 6 months old, when the nails stopped growing in that leg. - and then that's when I started to have an issue with the litter pan. Mainly because I couldn't cover it up. At least that's what the vet set. They had covered litter pans - I hated them. I would pee in the box but never poop. It was annoying for mommy but she talked to the vet and he suggested getting me a special box, an uncovered one just for me. I used it! - granted so did the other kitties.
Our house burned down in 2009 (thankfully they couldn't find a pet sitter so I went with them on vacation to the beach) but I ended up with animal control for a while. Ok, yes mommy didn't get me fixed, she knows it was her fault. And I was pregnant about to deliver, and animal control aborted and killed all my babies (but didn't fix me) I was away from mommy for a while.
I got returned but she said I was never the same. I miss my babies (but I see them now!!) Mommy ended up having to leave that friends house and move into a hotel with her other kitties (human child was gone too for a while) but since I kept pooping outside the liter pan, she called a friend who let me stay with her until she could get her own place!
We tried many different litters, deworming, going to the vet, I still kept pooping outside the litter pan. But I would pee in it! We finally made the decision to let me go home.
Mommy missed me and I missed her. I was UTD on my shots, I weighed 8lbs, FIV neg, Feline Aids Negative, just runny poop and I hated the litter pan (I liked to use the tub) - Mommy figured, well the tub is better than the floor.
Well I got home, was fine for a few days, then I started lifting my tail to poop where I was laying. I would go anywhere. Yes, still in the tub, sometimes, the pile would be as big as a dinner plate! Mommy called the vet and got me on meds and more deworming. (mommy and the vet are pretty tight from all the rescuing she's done) My poop went a bit solid for a few days but I kept going where I was laying. I even started going by the food, I was laying by mommy's head sleeping and I went in my sleep.
Then I heard them start talking about the rainbow bridge. Mommy starting crying. She picked me up, even tho I was covered in dried poop. Saying she didn't want to, Daddy said if she loved me, she would do the best thing. They weighed me. I weighed 4lbs. Then they realized, I was also peeing where I was sleeping too and just laying in it. I coudln't even jump anymore! I used to clear 10 feet easy! I couldn't even jump from the desk to mommy's arms
Daddy had to make the call to the vet. Mommy couldn't. She didn't sleep for 3 days. She tried to let me sleep with her on my last night, but when I layed by her head I pooped in her hair.
Saturday the 14th, I knew something was up. Daddy was sad, a black cat was there - not Zeus, but one who had died before was there, telling me my kittens were waiting for me. Mommy was a mess. She took me outside and showed me a pink and white rose. She told me this is where you will be. The black cat stood on the yellow rose next to it and says, -"Hey I'm in here, we'll be flower buddies"
We got to the vet, and mommy burst into tears, the whole vet office looked at her and moved her into a room. A woman, who I remember from a long time ago. She gave mommy a hug and said "oh not Baybee" - By then, I couldn't get from mommy's arms to daddy's without help.
Mommy held me as I got a shot and it put me to sleep a deep sleep , all I remember was hearing mommy's heart beat and purring. The black cat was there, telling me it was almost over my pain would be gone. I knew I was out of mommy's arms by then but I felt her hand on my head and her nose against mine and I felt one more shot.
Then I saw it! A beautiful rainbow!! I saw my wonderful babies! I saw Milo - a kitten mommy tried to save (hand fed) he ran to me and gave me kisses. Oh he was my buddy. The black cat, Stormy, told me to visit mommy cause she was gonna be sad, but I would see her again. One day.
Until then Mommy......................
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