Gotcha Date: May 2nd 1998 Birthday: February 21st 1998 Coloration: Seal Point Likes: Sitting next to Mom on the dining room table. Having her sister, Colette, groom her. Running around singing with mousie in her mouth. Nipping toes. Pet-Peeves: New cats in the house; visiting dogs. Favorite Toy: Mousie. The green knitted one that has no stuffing left. Favorite Nap Spot: Mom's lap or Mom's pillow on the computer chair. Favorite Food: Goulash Soup. Otherwise, cat food. Hill's Prescription 'k/d' canned. 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. Dwells:
indoors 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! Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: Noise is the best weapon. The Groups I'm In: *Senior Kitties Still Young @ Heart*, ------Siamiese lovers-------, FANCYPANTS CAFE, Calling All Chefs, cats with asthma, For The Meezers!, Muppet's Bucket (HQ-approved fundraiser), New York City Cat Lovers, Olde Furts, Pawsome Pages, Purr It Forward, SIAMESE LOVERS Around the World Act II, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~ The Last Forum I Posted In: I admit it! I'm a Catster addict! I'm having withdrawals! 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.
Wow, it’s been a long time since I got to write anything. Not that Mom forgot about me, it’s just that she’s been busy with poor Colette.
Funny, our carry bag always seems to be out, and then, once a week, when I’m not sleeping there, Colette and the bag disappear for a few hours. They both come back in the early afternoon smelling like the nasty clinic I went to when I hurt my back.
Anyway, towards the end of last week, Mom began to take Valentines pictures of me. She didn’t do them for Colette until today, ‘cause Colette didn’t feel good. Colette felt so bad she couldn’t eat. Now Colette is getting extra pills and today she was hungry all day long. She was driving Mom so nuts that Mom phoned Dr. L. She thought maybe she shouldn’t have given Colette that last pill. You know what Dr. L. said? “So feed her!” That means I got extra noms too. Yay!
Mom finally chose which pictures to post. She says she wishes she could have gotten one more picture that was even better than the ones we’re posting: the look on my face when Colette sat all the way up on the blankie last night. Mom was so pinned under the covers she couldn’t move. And, I couldn’t get under the covers with Mom. And, you know, Mr. Moon was so bright Mom could have almost taken a picture of what that looked like. Colette and I finally fell asleep with our faces next to Mom’s.
But you know what else? You know what Mom just said to me? (I think Colette really made her completely nuts today, and I helped.) She said: “If I let you sit in my lap will you leave me alone?”
Uh, ohh… time to go. I’m outta here.
First squeaky toys:
Dog lady told Mom that Misty heard the sound of my squeaky toy on the other side of our door the yesterday. Misty came running over to the door ‘cause she wanted to play with the squeaky toy too. That’s funny. I was running around playing with my toys when Misty came to our door, but I don’t have a squeaky toy….
Nighty-Night Games:
My new ritual: Nighty-night Mom. It gets cold in our bedroom at night. Mom turns off the light and climbs under the cover and I jump on the bed and sit on the pillow. Mom starts to go to sleep and I pat her on the nose. She groans and lifts the blanket and asks me if I want to come under. I don’t know. She pats the space next to her and I still don’t know. Then I hear her say, ‘okay, so don’t, you’ll be cold.’ I don’t want to be cold, but she just lowered the blanket and how am I supposed to go under? I pat her on the nose again. She groans and lifts the blanket. It’s beginning to look safe under there, but I’m still not sure, so I don’t go. She starts going to sleep and I realize I’m cold. I pat her nose—hey, let me in. I go under and I settle in. I start getting too warm just as she starts drifting off, so I elbow her in her side and hear her groan again. I need help getting out. The last time she didn’t lift the cover I got tangled up in the sheet. So she lifts the cover and I move on top and settle down where I know the temperature is just right—on her butt. We both go off to sleep.
Sometimes that’s good and sometimes it’s not so good. The nights when it’s not so good I have to move every time she turns over—she’s doing that too much lately. It was better when she complained about a backache in the morning.
We’re furry sad tonight. We lost one of our furriends, Princess. Princess was one of doggy lady’s two Pomeranian girls. She was the doggy I never smacked.
She died at home tonight. She had stopped eating about 72 hours ago and she couldn’t keep water down anymore either. We don’t know what caused it. Doggy lady is an older lady who doesn’t have much money—she was hoping that whatever it was that was bothering Princess would clear up. She was going to take her to the vet tomorrow.
Mom got to say goodbye late this afternoon and two hours later, doggy lady rang our bell to let us know that Princess went to the bridge. Mom spent the better part of this evening comforting doggy lady.
Princess was a very sweet girl. She was shy and reserved but once she got to know you… Mom remembers all too well the day Keshy died. Princess spent the better part of the evening in Mom’s lap giving her kisses and making her feel better.
Mom always used to love the way Princess would stand back and look at her with her big, doggy eyes. Her eyes always said, “love me, I’m here too; it’s not only Misty who wants to play.” Misty would be all over Mom and, at the same time, wouldn’t let Mom catch her to pet her—that’s always been Misty’s game. So Mom would love on Princess big time and, sooner or later, Misty would calm down and go over to Mom to be loved too. And Mom would hug and kiss both doggies. She adored both doggies and they adored her back.
What can we say? It’s all too soon that Princess had to make her journey to the bridge—she was only 8 years old. We already miss her. When Mom came back in the house tonight it was past our supper time and we hadn’t eaten. We didn’t fuss like we usually do either.
