Lucy's Thoughts

'Grabbed and thrown in crate

My staff person thinks she is so smart - she gave us special treats yesterday - bonita flakes - but when I went to eat mine she tried to quietly close the bathroom door with me inside. Well I know what THAT means - the crate is coming upstairs. So I cried and complained and wouldn't eat my flakes and yes it was my turn to go into the box. But at least I didn't have to go to the white coats and get poked. I went to visit friends at a shop where they comb me and make me pretty. I pretend I don't like it and talk the whole time I am there about how horrible they are to me but I really felt good when I got home yesterday. My staff person kept telling me how beautiful I am and how nice I smell. I guess she can live, for now.

I have my staff person worried

My staff person has been on overload lately with our health issues. I hear her talk about me .... being in early stages of liver/kidney failure ... whatever THAT means.

I've been throwing up a lot lately. The other day she caught me getting ready to throw up and aimed me onto the kitchen floor so I didn't mess on the rugs but I fixed her the next time she was gone and did it on the stairs and rug - hehe.

Yesterday she came home from the shelter where she volunteers with a medicine for me to try. Yuck - she crushes it into my canned food but I know it's there. I try to eat around it but it's not working. She says it will be good for me and if I'm hungry enough I will eat it. We will see ....... I'm a diva princess and I will get what I want, when I want it and she will fail.

My Vet Visit :(

My visit was just awful. Mom tricked me into going in the bathroom to eat and then she closed the door so she could catch me - evil mommy. As usual I was good once in the crate though and didn't make a fuss.

The man in the white coat wanted to do bloodwork for my thyroid but they were having trouble getting blood. It took 3 tries to get enough blood. Then I was allowed to leave. I was really mad. I bit mom in the car when she put her fingers in the crate. Then I hid from everyone for a while after we got home.

The results came in yesterday and there is nothing wrong with my thyroid. Which is good, I guess but it doesn't really explain why I am losing hair on my back. My kidney function is a little high but he said that was to be expected with a girl my age so mom is going to try some rescue remedy in the water and see if it helps calm me down. It certainly can't hurt for the whole group to be on it. Mom is going to check out cat fairies.com to see what else they can offer in ideas. Hopefully this will help calm us all down and I will stop losing hair.

Another Vet Appointment - Sigh

I heard mom making a vet appointment for me for Tuesday, December 2nd. I am losing hair on my back and there is no reason for it so I heard her mention blood work. That doesn't sound like fun but I guess I will put up with it because my back hurts when you touch it. Mom is worried for me.

My Mom Is Nuts

Today Mom locked in the bathroom. I knew I was in trouble. She took me to get combed at the groomers. I hissed and complained while mom showed me little kittens that were up for adoption trying to get me to like one. I told her I hated them and not to bring any home. We left without any thank goodness.

I was very unhappy about the whole morning and she should have been paying extra special attention to me to try to make up for how I was treated ... but what does she do when we get home. She starts crying for that stupid sister of mine because she thought she was missing. I am not being treated well at all. I should have gotten special treats but all I did today was have my hair pulled, shoved in a cage and then ignored.

I think I will pester mom tonight while she watches tv until she gets me something special to eat. I bet it will work! It MUST work!

I've Been Tagged!

I'm supposed to write 5 awesome things about me, then tag 5 other kitties.

1. I would rather spend almost all my time by myself.
2. I love to eat all the canned food no one else eats.
3. I like to sleep on my mom’s head when I can.
4. I like to play but that brat Sydney won't let me have the toys.
5. I miss my real mom (grandma) and I still like to sleep on her robe when I can.

I have tagged:

Tivoli (777855)
Dusty(562546)
Sunshine (507406)
Snuggles (530048)
Lucy (83931)

April, 2008

Well a lot has happened since the first days that I came here. I ruled the house for many years and I ended up really liking the dogs. The dogs both passed away in 2004 and I mourned them as did Rufus. They were actually a lot of fun to play with.

In 2001 Pandora came to live here and it was hard for me. We hated each other and she tried to pick on me and I hid a lot for months. Then one day I realized I was twice as big as she was and took control again.

Now that brat Sydney came in 2004 and as hard as I've tried to bully her, it doesn't work and I just try to stay by myself and look out windows. I come and sleep with my human sister - who I now think of as my mom - and life is okay again. She tells me every day how important and special I am and she still thanks me for keeping her mom company and making her last year pleasant.

Enough of this mush .... my next entries will be about how much I hate my cat siblings and my plot to take over the house again.

Feburary, 1999

My human sister has tried over and over to tell me she loves me and I am her kitty now. On February 18, 1999 my mom passed away and now I am doomed to live with these creatures and the human that I tried to tolerate. Life isn't going to be easy.

January, 1999

I need to also write this about what happened next. I had been with my human sister and her stupid animals longer than usual. I usually had to come for about 3 days and then I could go home. This was different. My human sister tried to explain to me that my mom couldn't take me back home because she was too sick to care for me. I didn't understand. I hated it here and I wanted to go home. Why can't I go home? I just don't understand why I have to live with these stupid people when my mom loves me most.

January 1998

My first diary entry goes back to when I was first adopted. I was brought home to live with a mom and dad on the day the dad buried his younger brother. The dad was very sick too. I was brought home by my human sister to keep that mom company. I was only there a few days when the dad got very sick and went in the hospital and he didn't come home. So I kept the mom company for the following year as best I could. She also went into the hospital many times and when she did I lived with my human sister and her stupid cat, Rufus and her two dogs, Murphy and Madison. I was always glad to get home to my own mom. I made her laugh every day and my human sister still thanks me for what I did to make my mom's life enjoyable.