September 11th 2008 5:33 pm
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I have been tagged by Daisy to play the Olympic Game. The rules say dat I am supposed to answer 5 questions, and then I'm supposed to tag five other kitties to play the game. Here goes!
THE OLYMPIC GAME
1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OLYMPIC SPORT? My favorite would have to be gymnastics...leaping and flipping in the air...a cat's dream.
2. WHAT DO YOU PREFER; SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer...Its the only time of year I ever knew.
3. WHAT'S THE QUIRKIEST THING YOU DO? I loved to sleep on my feathers mom got for me. In my short life I went through 3 sets of them.
4. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ANY OTHER KITTENS? Yes. Her name is Liberty, but she is called Libby. I have become her guardian angel since I went to the bridge.
5. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ROSETTE, AND WHY? I really like the diamond because it if beautiful and very strong....like I tried to be. And diamonds are forever...just like my catster friends.
Now, the five friends that I tag are:
3. Ashley (My Uncle Stinker's wife)
4. Rocky Ann
5. Miles Montgomery
If you choose to play, simply add this to your diary and send and invite to play to 5 friends.
August 4th 2008 8:17 pm
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For those of you who might not know, Wee Geordi crossed over the rainbow bridge Sometime during the early morning hours of August 3, 2008. This is in his memory.
In a far away place, a little soul sat all alone. Bastet looked at the little soul and said, "I am sending you to earth. You have a job to do. You will be wild born, but you will not live wild." And so he was born to a feral mother. When he was one day old, a kind lady rescued him and brought him to another lady who would become his mom. He was sooo tiny. The first night this lttle kit was in his new home, Bastet whispered in his mom's ear as she awoke from a dream, "Wee Geordi." And so the little soul had a name. And he began to grow, to thrive. He was greatly loved and was even more loving. He made many friends, even more than he or his mom knew. Wee Geordi received purrayers from around the world to grow strong and healthy. And so, he did. then one day, his eyes opened and he beheld his world. It was his mom. To him, she was beautiful. And to her,Wee Geordi beacame her Light. He shone with love and hope. The weeks passed. He did grow strong. Suddenly, he was 8 weeks old. Mom was so happy and Wee Geordi adored her. He would run to meet her when she got home. He would follow her, lay on her feet, cuddle on her chest. Purrs would rumble from his small body.
then something happened. His back legs grew weak. He could barely walk. Mom held him, fed him with a spoon, helped him go potty. The doctor did not know what was wrong. he told mom to just keep doing what she had been doing.
After a few days, Wee Geordi seemed to rally, to walk better. Mom held on to her hope.
Before going to bed one night, she desided to stay up a little later and to hold her beautiful Wee Geordi. He lay on her chest. His purr filled her ears and her heart. They lay on the sofa for 30 minutes, cuddling and purring. Then mom placed Wee Geordi in his bed. As she went to the stairs, she looked back....Geordi's eyes never left her face. Love filled the room.
Mom slept and sometime while she slept, Bastet came. "You have done your job, Wee Geordi. You have brought pure love. It's time."
He raised his small head. Bastet said, "Come away, Wee Geordi, the Rainbow Bridge awaits."
July 30th 2008 8:26 am
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Sorry I have nto written lately. My tyist has been a bit lax.
Some of you probably already know, but I have had a bit of a set back.
Just when mom thought we had it licked, out of the woods, etc., I developed a new problem.
Over this past weekend, I started having trouble walking or standing for a long time. Sunday night was especially bad as was Monday daytime. I could hardly walk more than a dozen steps and I actually mostly just laid there.
Momday morning mom took me to see the doctor. He is sort of stumped. He checked for worms...none. No problems with the ears. when I did walk, it was straight, not listing to one side. My vision is good and I would follow his finger easily. He does not think it is neurological. He said keep me isolated from the other kitties on the off chance it is FIP. We are all really purraying it is not that.
Starting Monday night, my walking improved slightly. I could walk across the room...although it is a bit wobbly...to say the least.
Mom has begun to wonder if I might have fallen and piched a nerve or something. It is a rear quarter probelm, no doubt. I also have trouble pusshing poop out all the way. Mom has to wipe me. How humiliating.
On the upside, I am alert and have a good appetite. I let mom know when I need to go potty and she puts me in the litter box.
I have an appointment with a different doctor but not til next Wednesday. It was the soonest they could work in a new patient at a time mom could take me. There were some earlier times, but they were when she has to work.
Maybe say a new purrayer for me and the power of the paw. Gosh, just when we thought I was out of the woods.
Oh, maybe say a purrayer for mom, too. She has been very upset and sad.