Nicknames: swa-zooze, kitten, zuzu le pew, zuzules, runty, her royal highness, Zuzu "two sheds" Jackson, beautiful, fuzzball, swa-anything, Zuzu Fortesque III and Zuzington Snottingham Smythe
Birthday: August 19th 1992
Likes: sleeping, her wet food, being pampered, loves brushings and posing for pictures.
Pet-Peeves: touching her stomach, having her temperature taken the old way. The kennel. Picking off the Klingons from the notorious "poopy bum".
Favorite Toy: freddy the fish, string on an old drumstick with a catnip soaked feather tied on (cheap but, very effective). Also a stick hidden under newspaper.
Favorite Nap Spot: on me
Favorite Food: lobster thermidore au crevettes with a bearnaise sauce, fried egg and spam. Actually it's cod sole and shrimp but, that's what I tell her it is.
Skills: jumps on my shoulders and has great balance. Can walk on a leash and take food from my mouth. She also comes when called and every year I let a couple of moths into the house so we can go hunting for them together.
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: I was looking for a companion and my sister knew of some people on a farm that had unique cats. I was looking for a special cat. I examined some litters but when I saw Zuzu I made up my mind right away. I got her when she was six weeks old and we have been together ever since.
Bio: Zuzu's mom left when she was three weeks old so she was weaned quite early. She was also the runt of the litter. She has a stumpy tail since I have gotten her it is crooked (bends to her right side) and only moves a little. She definitely is a queen. I affectionately call time with her alone her "reign of terror".
By now you might have guessed that I have crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I had my faculties up until the end. I had a special dinner my last night. lightly breaded shrimp from Sumhay! Yum yum!
I spent my last night with Barbie alone, loving her up and sleeping on her. No one else was allowed and I had my last reign of terror. The next morning, I was taken to the vet with much complaint.
Barbie weighed the decision to put me through a surgery which I might not survive, I could not stand examination without protesting the pain I was in, with antibiotics etc. for my recovery or to end the problem right now. I was so ill that I couldn't even come down for Dad when he wanted to feed me yesterday. I was all there in my intelligence but, my body was giving out.
Barbie kept her promise to be there to the end providing that circumstances allowed that. Thank you Barbie, for keeping your promise no matter how hard it was for you. I bonded to you because I knew you would keep your promise to love me until the very end.
I memorized what you last told me:
You (Zuzu) will go to sleep. No need for dreams. When you wake up, you will be in the most beautiful garden. Go to your favorite bush where the petals will fall to amuse you. I will find you among your fragrant petals : Zuzu's Petals.
God Bless you and keep you
swa-kitten, my waif-like runty
I said I care forever, and I meant forever
OK, here is the scoop. Two weeks after my last visit, Barbie got another antibiotic injection from the vet to give me at home seeing as I get so stressed traveling there. Tom held me and Barbie gave me the injection. I was so miffed, I took off and only forgave Barbie when I knew it was safe (when she was sleeping).
Somehow, Barbie got the transdermal medication for me but,when I first saw the syringe, I thought it was another needle and took off. Eventually, I have come to trust Barbie again; only a little. Apparently the plan is to test my thyroid again and if it is alright, I may be able to have the dental surgery.
Now on May 5th, I came down for food as Barbie sang to me and not only did I not get any but, I was taken to the vet again. I hid behind the trash can under the counter and Barbie sat beside me and cuddled me on her chest. That was nice and comfortable. The technician seemed surprised to see Barbie on the floor with me. They took me and did another thyroid test and then I went home. I still barfed in the car as the whole thing is stressful for me. Barbie was crying so hard at the vet as I have lost more weight. I was 2.7kg in April and now I am 2.5kg. She told me that the weight loss may be a sign that she might lose me .
The results of the thyroid is that the gel is working and my levels are fine. I was off food for almost the whole weekend because of the treachery earlier. Yesterday, Barbie was on the phone with the vet and telling on me. We have a tentative dental surgery booked on Thursday.
Now for the bad news. I have lost so much weight and because of my age that it is now very risky for me to go under anesthetic. Barbie will bring me in on Thursday (the day after her birthday) with nothing to eat and has arranged for two vets to examine me before the surgery. They want to make sure that the swelling is an infected tooth and not a tumor. I may have something else going on because of the weight loss. It will then be decided if I get the surgery or may have to go to the Rainbow Bridge. My losing weight and the swelling of my face is now a quality of life issue. Barbie is hoping for me to bounce back once the evil tooth is pulled and is tempting me with real human salmon, mackerel and tuna to bulk me up. Barbie is really trying so hard for me it is truly a testament of her love for me. I am not trying to be difficult, I just don't feel well. We will know in a couple of days what will happen.
Last week on Wednesday, Barbie noticed I had some swelling to the left side of my face. Tom couldn't see it, nor Dad. Barbie made an appointment for me on Thursday when she felt sure her eyes saw swelling.
Well, car ride (yuck), then because the clinic was having construction done, I was placed in the surgery area. Dr. Devianne was really nice and examined me to the fullest extent. She opened my mouth (I cried out) and saw an infected tooth that has been draining into my mouth, Barbie started crying.
Barbie ended up telling on me to the doctor how I don't want to take the pills and she tries but, I am too smart. Now I might have to start some kind of transdermal stuff to take my pills. Does that mean the end of 'pill yuck'? I sure hope so. I had an injection of antibiotics that should help.
Now I have to make sure my blood levels on the thyroid are right before the surgery for the tooth as I have lost more weight. I suspect more pill yuck but the pus in my mouth tastes worse. I was even subjected to a urine sample at the vet. Now, they made Barbie leave and turned me on my back to get the sample. I was not 'amused'!
Barbie left me to 'pay' something and when she returned, I was so glad to see her as the staff had covered me with towels! I ended up on her shoulder 'surfing' and watching the surroundings and didn't even notice the small dog that was in the paying area as I was so ruffled! I did not release the urine sample. Hahahaha! Better luck next time!
On the way home I again barfed as I was so stressed. I have been better since I have been home. Barbie is going to call the vet tomorrow for more info regarding observing me. I'm too old to go into a car to the vet! I suspect that I will require more visits and have a number of hiding places that Barbie doesn't know about.