Skills: Singing and having conversations in which she is asked for her opinion. She'll talk to you for as long as you want to talk to her. Digging her paws into the glass-top table so you can't shove her off--her butt goes up in the air instead.
Arrival Story: I got Samsara and her half-sister, Marrakech, shortly after Misha's buddies, Cappuccino and B.A. died within a month of each other. I wasn't really ready for another cat, but Misha was so lonely it became clear that if I didn't get him a companion I would be putting his health at risk. Misha could be testy around new animals, so I opted for Siamese because of their rambunctious personalities. I couldn't have been more right. Within the space of a week, Misha accepted the kittens. He gave up trying to intimidate them because they just kept coming back for more.----------------------------- --
August 20, 2011, Samsara was diagnosed with beginning stages CRF.
Bio: I'm a happy kitty. I walk around the house all day singing. I sing when I'm playing with my mousie and I sing while Mommy's singing. My voice isn't that melodious, but I'm sure Mom doesn't mind my doing duets with her. Sometimes I even try to upstage her--the jazz and blues numbers are the ones I like the best. I think I'll do a solo now: Yeow, Yeeeow, eeow, greeowww, yaow, yaow!
Intellectual Pursuits: I like keeping the place in any book Mom has open on the table. I'm hoping I'll absorb the information if I sit on the page long enough. You know, it's like a butt-to-brain osmosis kind of thing.
And we’re caturbrating. We’d be caturbrating more if Keshy was still here to caturbrate with us.
Do you know that we’ve been together for 15 years now? Uh huh!
If you asked Mom, she would say I don’t sound like a kitten, but I play like one sometimes. Mom calls me her squawky old lady. She says she’s losing her hearing ‘cause of me, but I’m not so loud.
Sheesh, I’d know it if I was loud. Well, maybe I’m loud when I’m complaining about taking my asthma pill, and my stupid new medicines, that stuff to get my CBC numbers down. The V-lady says my red blood cell count is too high. (Deteriorating CKD numbers.)
You’d be yelling too if you got that yucky vanilla stuff (cimetidine) and that horse pill (azodyl). And Mom, what’s the big idea with the appetite stimulant (mirtazapine)? You give me the appetite stimulant and it makes me all talky and hyper and stuff. And then I’m supposed to get the horse pill every 12 hours on an empty tummy! But it feels like my tummy’s always empty! I’m hungry!
Can I help it if I don’t like the ‘scription food and the Halo Chicken kibble, and the Halo Grain Free kibble, and the Iams canned food, and the Iams Kibble, and the Wysong canned food and the Chicken & Venison Jerky treats and the Wysong treats and the Evo treats, and the Natural Balance Venison Salmon kibble, and the Duck Duck Goose raw stuff, and the… and the… and the….
Well …. maybe I like some of them some of the time. >^..^<
Well… instead of caturbrating all day with me, you know what Mom did! She spent part of the day doing stuff, and then she started doing other stuff. I complained. She says she has a show coming up so I helped sing while she was working on her songs. Then she started working on the stuff she says between each song and I helped sing. Then she started saying all the stuff she says again—I thought she needed a bit of accompaniment, so I helped sing. Then she chased me out!
I also help with all Mom’s telephone conversations. Yep—all of them. I sit in her lap so I can hear what people are saying so I can give ‘telligent opinions. Why do the people start laughing when they hear my opinions? Maybe I should have been a comedienne? What does it mean when Mom says that I don’t have an ‘off button’?
We wanted you to know that I saw V-lady last week (and I complained all the way to her office) and Colette saw V-lady too for follow up xrays. (Colette told me she complained too.)
I got all those new medicines and Colette just got a couple of pictures, and Mom says she got an empty wallet. (Huh?) Mom saw the pictures of Colette. V-lady said Colette’s pictures looked okay as far as she could tell. (Those pictures didn’t look anything like the ones Mom takes of us!) V-lady was going to forward them to a radiologist for another opinion. We’re still wondering what it means when V-lady pointed to all these little white areas and told Mom that the xrays were showing some calcification on the bones along the sides of the rib cage. Mom forgot to ask.
We haven’t heard anything from V-lady since. It’s safe to say that if there was bad news, she would have telephoned us already. I’m going back for another blood test in another 2 weeks, so Mom will ask then.
Anyway, thank you effurrybody for remembering me and Keshy. Mom says she feels so guilty ‘cause we haven’t had the time to be around to play.
We (sort of ) saw all the lovely gifties all the furs left for us over the past few months. Thank you sooo much. It’s so nice to be remembered.
And we’re going to take a look at your new gifts and messages tomorrow. My secretary and purrtographer is busy falling asleep. She didn’t get home till pretty late from class tonight. (I was starving …. And then she only gave me pills for the first hour after she got home.)
Wow! Fifteen years together! That’s a lot of time. And you know what? It’s hard to remember a time when we weren’t together. Mom thinks I’m pretty special and I’m so happy we gotted each other.
Oh has Mom been a bad secretary! We haven’t been around for a kazillion years. Actually, Mom says she has two reasons: The show she’s performing in is coming up in less than three weeks. And: You know what she’s been busy with???? Shooting pictures of doggies!
Some of the furs here have been encouraging Mom to take purrfessional pictures. Mom decided to try to make a go of it. Can you imagine: fur-fotography! She’s been trying to put together a fur-folio and look into the kazillion and one things she needs to know before she actually gets started. That includes pictures of doggies too, you know, ‘cept we don’t live with any doggies. The quickest way for Mom to get those pictures is to go out to places like Central Park in Manhattan and ask people if she can take pictures of their furs, so that’s what she’s been doing. Then, when she’s not practicing for her show, she’s sitting up till the wee hours of the morning doing photo-editing.
(Some of her friends on Facebook have seen a few of the doggy pictures already.)
Right now, she’s at the stage at which she’s not charging those people for the photographs—she’s just sending the shots to them over the e-mail. (She says people are really weird. We don’t hear back from them, so she started sending the e-mails ‘request delivery receipt’. We still don’t get a delivery receipt. I guess they’re afraid Mom is going to want money from them.)
Anyway, it’s our Gotcha Day; mine and Keshy's. At least Mom was home with us today. Wow…that was such a long time ago. It was a cold, rainy day like today when we went home with Mom.
When that day began, it seemed that it would be like any other day. I was in the kennel with my fur Mommy and all my fursibs and Keshy and her fursibs (my Mommy and Keshy’s Mommy are different kitties—we had the same furdaddy, Spanky. My Mommy’s name was Wild Cat, Keshy’s Mommy was LuAnn. My Mommy was taking care of all of us.) We got our food and we were all eating and playing in the same cage. Then, all of a sudden this human lady and her daddy came in to see us. Breeder lady, Berdie (see Tabbies, not all bad things come from Berdies), brought Mom in to see us.
We all tried to hide behind Mommy, but the lady picked me and Keshy, and Berdie put us in her arms. That was okay, but we really wanted to see the rest of Berdie’s house, so one of us—I think it was me, tried climbing Mom and going over the top of her shoulder and down her back. They had to ‘rescue’ Mom before she became embarrassed when she lost me in the house. Giggles.
I don’t think we got time to say goodbye to Mommy. Berdie took us into another room and we both got some ouchie needles while Mom played with Breeder lady’s Chihuahua puppies. Then we went into a really big box with a blankie in it. It had a fence so we couldn’t get out. The box was Misha’s Kennel Cab. Then they took the box with us in it to Grandpaw’s car and we started to go for a ride. After a while we stopped and Mom and Grandmaw and Grandpaw wanted to get something to eat. Since it was warmer in the place than leaving us in the car, they took the box with them and Mom put it on the seat next to her. All these people kept stopping by our table and cooing over us in the box. Gee, we must have been awfully cute!
Anyway, I think one of us already told you our Gotcha story about when we got home so I won’t continue.
Well, that was such a long time ago. There are fourteen years in between and, even though I complain (a lot), I still love my Mom and Mom loves me. We’re happy we chose each other.
Thank you all for the lovely gifts and for the gifts you left for us for Easter. It’s going to take a bit of time before we thank effurybody.
We’re still around and we’re thinking of effurybody, it’s just gonna’ take some time until we can really play again. I had a nice gotcha day. I only wish Keshy was still around to celebrate it with me.
The last time I saw V-Lady, Mom was concerned ‘cause I was giving her such a hard time with my eating. (I didn’t want the kibble anymore and I wasn’t finishing my canned food either.) V-Lady thought she found a heart murmur so I had to go back on Saturday ‘cause she wanted the sonographer lady to do a sonogram and echocardiogram.
Mom rushed around really early that morning. Colette made herself small so Mom wouldn’t find her. Colette already knows it’s not a good sign when Mom does that. It usually means she’s going to see Dr. L. Well, that didn’t concern me.
I walked into the bathroom to complain to Mom about the food service. It stunk! I mean it really stunk between Friday night and Saturday morning. There was no food after ten o’clock and the water fountain was dry. I mean really dry! It wasn’t plugged in and there wasn’t a drop of water! Colette was complaining too.
You know what Mom did? She scooped me up and put me in the carry bag! Locked up for voicing my opinion? Was this going to be like the time I got put in the doggy cage? Yeow!
Anyway, it was still chilly in the morning so we took a taxi. I complained all the way there and the taxi driver laughed. He laughed! He told us he has his own kitties. He’s had them for years.
The sonographer lady was really nice but she put all this stuff on me. At least it was over really quickly. Mom didn’t even get a chance to come into the room with me.
When the sonographer lady brought me back to Mom she told Mom what a sweet girl I am (and how it showed how well-cared for I am). You could have fooled me! Humans are so dumb. Didn’t the sonographer lady see I was starving? I kept telling her I would appreciate it if she could slip me some kibble since obviously someone had messed up big time. (I didn’t name names.) She laughed.
Then we had to wait forever until V-Lady came and talked to Mom. But we have good news! There’s nothing new going on with my intestines and I don’t have a heart murmur. Yay!
I was bored with the food. I kept telling them—why didn’t they want to listen?
Mom got me some new kibble and it really tastes good. And she got some new canned prescription food that she gave me to try even before I saw V-Lady. The first couple of times it tasted good so I ate it. Then I got tired of it. V-lady says I’m not so hungry anymore because my kidneys haven’t been so good. (At least the blood-work they did a week ago showed they haven’t gotten any worse since August.) Mom asked V-Lady if I could take the same pill that makes Colette so hungry (Mirtazapine). V-lady thought it was a good idea.
I complained all the way home on the bus too. And some nasty man wanted Mom to take my carrier off the seat I was on. I heard Mom say to him that I was inside; it wasn’t just a bag. She asked him if he would say the same thing if I was a small child. He looked really mad but he didn’t say anything else.
What would your Mom’s have done? There’s really not enough room between the seats to hold the bag in her lap. The times Mom has gotten up and left the carrier on the seat people get upset about that too. They think she’s standing there and putting her bag on a seat. They’re really happy, though, when she gets up and puts the bag on her shoulder. She says she’s not happy about that. Colette and I are too heavy to stand for that long with us on her shoulder and people keep banging into us ‘cause they think it’s just a bag.
When we got home I walked out of the bag cool as a cucumber and I gave Mom a dressing down. What was she thinking? I hadn’t eaten for all that time and now it was after lunch time. I should have already had three meals in the time she hadn’t fed me. I got my food.
I also got a really yucky pill to take. An hour later I got really hungry. Colette got the same pill and she got really hungry too.
Mom fed us each only about 4 bowls of food before she left the house. How dare she? She left the house for the whole evening and she didn’t feed us. The food service stinks!