October 30th 2009 2:55 pm
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I'm really having a wonderful time in my new life. I feel great and run all over the place. Mom says I'll have to go back for another xray though - I still chew at my hip/tail and she wants to see if it's healed ok. I hope it has. It would be sad to lose my beautiful tail. It's long and thick, and I've carefully kept it clean. But if it's hurting, maybe it would be best to let it go. We'll see. That's not today.
What IS today is that Mom is tampering with my food again! First she took away my dry stuff, and now she's mixing raw food in with my Pro Plan! She puts in teeny-tiny pieces, like I won't notice. I do, of course. I've tried to go on strike, but you know how diets go: I get hungry and cave to temptation. It's really not bad tasting, but I can't tell her so. She's winning and I hate that. I like it much better when I win.
Here's my fear: so she adds this food in bigger and bigger amounts and phases out the cans. I guess I could live with that, at least I think so. But what happens when it's all raw and no Pro Plan? Will she stop buying it? The best thing about Pro Plan is that gravy - is that going to go away too? I couldn't bear life without that gravy. Why bother surviving a rottweiler attack if you're just going to get your gravy taken away???
She says the new food is much healthier. Bah. You should see what she eats - makes me look like an absolute health nut. And the cans are so, so expensive. If Shelley and I start eating real meat, Mom will be able to feed Byron, Shelley, Rumble, Lurch and me for the same amount she spends now on just Shelley's and my cans. I keep telling her to bring back the nice cheap kibble, but she won't. She says as expensive as the wet food is, it's still better than paying vet bills later. Whatever. She says I'll like the raw food better than anything once I get used to it. Right, like I'll ever like that drek. Not without gravy.
And how come she's not tormenting Frodo? Granted, Frodo was willing to convert to a premium canned food, and since she doesn't eat much it's ironically more affordable than ours. (I eat a LOT.) Plus Frodo hunts more than any of us, so she gets lots of raw food. But the fact remains that she gets to keep her canned food and we'll get ours taken away. Tell me what's fair in that. The only thing she'll lose is getting to clean up after Mom serves us. Mom dumps the food in the bowl, Byron licks the can top and Frodo cleans out the cans. It's a good system. Why fix what already works?
I have to admit, though, things are good. Last night I attacked Lurch and then *poof!* disappeared before he could lunge back. I still lie in the sink bowl (is Mom ever going to hook that thing up?), jump up on the fridge, hang out on the laundry piles, pop in and outside, and catch some mice. The other night Mom saw me jump a good two feet in the air to catch a moth, like a basketball player would! Too bad she didn't get a video of it - I was so uber-cool. And Mom's gotten pretty generous with treats, even though they're not "healthy." We go nuts for them, even Frodo The Elegant and Reserved. Mom shakes that bag and we come running from all corners of the earth. Oh, and all us cats (except Frodo) have conspired to act like Lurch and meow and nag for whatever we want. That's fun.
It's a nice home. I like it and have a good time. I just want my gravy.
October 5th 2009 12:56 pm
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Gosh, I can't believe it's been a whole season since I posted last. Guess I've been so busy enjoying my second life that it just flew by. After the Evil Ones left, I was finally able to convince Mom to let me out again. I'm ecstatic! EVERYTHING is fun again! I can run across the yard and right up a tree, then climb back down and run the other way. I go back in the house and come back out as often as Mom will tolerate. Since I'm incredibly happy and flirty, she mostly goes along with it. She calls me Supercat and says I'm so strong and she's so proud of me.
I have more energy than ever and seem to love my mom even more than before. When I was recovering and felt awful, Lurch was so nice to me and Mom loved on me so much that I really felt special. Now Lurch and I are still friends, for the most part. I'm the only one that will sleep in Mom's bed when he's there - I just warn him not to pounce me and he usually leaves me alone. Mom coaxes me under the covers when Lurch isn't there, but she warns me when he's coming and I come back out. Even if he's being good, it's too much to ask that he not pounce someone under the covers! I don't think I could resist either!
Mom started leaving the small door to the garage open - the one critters use, not the one the car uses. She wants us to have a place to go in bad weather. Now that it's getting colder, she'll put some old blankets and stuff on a table in there so we can keep warm. It's nice, and all of us outdoor adventurers can go in there without getting in each other's way. It was so hard for Mom to decide whether we could go out anymore, after what happened to Weeble and to me. But watching me become miserable inside and then so wonderfully happy outside finally convinced her. It expands our lives SO much that Mom can't take it away even with the dangers out there.
June 9th 2009 12:34 pm
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I feel SO much better!!! I can hardly contain my energy - I feel like a kitten! I run all over the house, try to go outside, jump on things, chase the other cats, and want to play with Mom all the time. I flirt and try to get her to pet me all the time, too. Mom doesn't know why I came back as a Zoomie, but we're both just happy I came back at all!
Mom seldom gives me meds now. She checks my bladder (I hate that), and if it seems large she'll give me my pee pill. She also checks all the poop in the boxes, and if any are hard I get my stool softener. It's not fair because she doesn't know if it's MY poop that's hard or someone else's! But I only end up getting medicated once or twice a week, so I can't complain. Much.
My tail still bugs me though. It seems to be itching - probably just the healing kind of itch where it's broken.
The Evil Ones - the dog that attacked me, and his brother - are gone now! The tenant moved out June 1 and we're safe again. There might be another tenant in the future, but no more cat shredders! I like my pet dog, Byron, but not any others. Mom says a small dog or one that's proven cat-friendly would be ok.