February 8th 2010 6:36 pm
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Hey all my Catster fur-riends!
Been along time since I have been able to get Mom to help me with my diary.
I tell you, we celebrated New Years in grand style. We stayed home and were in bed my 10:00. We were so excited to see 2009 go away. We had a very sad year.
In June of 2009 we lost Grandma and in August we lost our favorite uncle. I have never seen Mom so sad. She said that Grandma just wore out, she was 80 years old but our uncle was only 57 years old. He got up one morning to fix breakfast and sat down and died of a heart attack. No warnings at all. Mom was very close to her brother.
I really liked my Grandma. My two younger sisters never got to know her. About 2 years ago, Grandma quit driving her car so she didn't come visit. She was getting a touch of "old timers" and couldn't remember certain things.
One evening she got mad my my uncle because he had fixed her a bowl of soup and she didn't want to eat. She was on oxygen 24/7 and her hose was long enough to go outside and sit under the tree and read. She went out the door and he went to look for her about 15 minutes later. Well that spunky ole gal had unhooked her hose from her oxygen machine and took a walk. My two brothers and sister searched for her for hours. They finally call Mom and she immediately called Search and Rescue and she was gone all night looking for Granny. About 8:30 a.m. Grandma was found about 50 yards from the house sitting under a tree. Being outside all night and without her oxygen, and she was FINE. They whisked her off to the vet (hospital) and checked her out. When she got home, Mom asked her if she didn't see all the police cars and lights? Grandma said, yes, but she wasn't ready to come home.
After that night, it seemed like Granny's heart just got weaker. One night they flew her to another town because they thought she was having a heart attack. Mom was beside herself. She was in the hospital for about 2 weeks. She finally got to come back to her home town and was in rehab trying to get her heart stronger. Mom was so happy one day that Grandma got to come home for a few hours. They had a fried chicken dinner. That is what Grandma wanted. That was the last meal my Mom and aunt and 2 uncles had with there mother. She went back to rehab only to be released to come home full time and she stepped wrong and cracked her hip. That was on a Saturday. She had surgery on Sunday afternoon. Mom went out to see her on Tuesday. She said they had a great talk. She said Grandma wanted to know all about us kitties. (One of my sissers was at the vet's in ICU). When Mom came home, there seemed to be a peace around her. The next morning, Grandma's heart gave out.
Mom had not gotten over these two losses. Us kitties try to fill the emptyness. We hate to see mom so sad. Mom says it will just take time. But she knows were are here for her. Sometimes she gets carried away with all the hugs....
And for my sissers. My babiest sisser still won't talk. She utters a few sounds, but NO meows! My other three just get lazier and fatter. Of course, I can't say much. We have had so much snow, it has been no fun going outside.
As for me, I was diagnosed with asthma. I have coughing spells. Mom took me to the vet and I am taking pills for a while. Good thing I am so good natured when Mom chokes the pills down me.
Sorry this was so long winded. I hope I can get Mom to help me a little more often. This household has lots going on, but I will save that for later. With five of fur babies, there is always something happening.
Cat you later!
Mr. Tigger
November 3rd 2009 6:33 pm
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Mom was helping me get caught up on my diary and Pokey stepped on the key board.....yep, she deleted everything. Mom is furious at Pokey. She says we will write in my diary later. After Mom calms down.....We had worked on the diary for over 30 minutes. It was long.......
Later
Mr. Tigger
June 27th 2009 9:28 am
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I thinks me baby sisser is going to be okay. Mom was brushing Zippy the other day and she made a squealing sound. Mom has been trying to get her to talk for almost a year. This is the closest she has come to talking, so we are planning a big party.
All of us cats have talked since we were babies. When Mom has company and we walk by, she makes us say hello. We like to talk to our neighbor lady. She visists with us, too. When Yakkie was at the vet, everyone in the office just laughed at the conversation Mom was having with her. They just rattled on like they hadn't seen each other in months. When our neighbor lady had her kitty, Mom taught him how to talk. Sometimes the neighbor lady would tell mom she wished she hadn't taught Tom how to talk, because he won't shush us. Some cats are talkers and some aren't.
Now, take my sisser Pokey. She is a real talker. When Mom walks in the door from work, P meets her at the door and starts cranking at her. They have one heck of a discussion. P is mad because she is hungry and Mom is trying to unload her packages to get her something to eat. Usually not fast enough. The tone of her meows, gets her in trouble sometimes. Snippy little devil is what Mom calls her.
Scooter, she really doesn't have much to say. But when she does, you can't shut her up. Kind of like me. I don't talk very often, but when I do, I am like a babbling brook. If people ever heard Mom talking to us cats, they would cart her off to the looney bin. She is always saying to us, "You think I am crazy to talk to you? Well you are the one answering me".
Well, guess I will go make some plans for the "Meow Party" for Zippy. Oh, and another thing about that little stinker, she has decided she likes to be brushed. That means I get bumped to the back of the line. Oh well, her attention span is still pretty short, so her brushings don't last long.
Until the next chapter at Rolling Road.
Purrs and Meows,
Mr. Tigger
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