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.
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!
It’s my birthday! I just turned 14 years old. Mom had to take Colette for her appointment with Dr. L., so it was kind of a quiet day. But she didn’t forget me. When she gave me my noms this morning, she also gave me some yummy treats and sang Happy Birthday to me. We did it behind the closed bedroom door. :( Colette couldn’t join because she would have wanted birthday treats too and Mom can’t give them to her. The treats were fun; I kept looking around for more and Mom kept them coming. It isn’t often I get treats ‘cause of Colette. Mom wanted to play with me with my snowflake toy but at that moment I wasn’t interested. I played with it later, by myself.
Since it would have been Keshy’s Birthday too, Mom spent some time with her photograph and stuff and looked very sad. I think I made up for Keshy’s not being there by acting cute. (How can I not act cute? I’m just my ‘dorable little self!)
Happy Birthday to Me!
Thank you effurybody for stopping by to celebrate with me! And thank you for the gifts:
Teebo, Callie and Rose for the Mardis Gras Mask
Mietze Katze and Timo Katze for the Pawty Hat
Family of Milo, Mallee, Smokey Joe Angel and Timmy and Ziggy for the Sushi Roll
Patches and Phantom for the Cuppy Cake
Tate for the Cuppy Cake
Family of Sleeper, Samhain and Fearless for the Mardis Gras Mask
Jezebel for the Mardis Gras Fleur de Lis
Family of Bella, Smokey Boo, Orange Ruffy and Natalie for the Mardis Gras Fleur de Lis
Jezebel for the Shrimpie
Family of Big Harry, Patches and Zack for the Shrimpie
Family of Skylar, Mrs. Murphy and Rusty for the Heart
Molly Angel and Family for the Shrimpie
Family of Kaci Sunshine and Miss Mittens for the Mardis Gras Fleur de Lis
Family of Keisha, Slyvester and Merlin for the Heart
Beepers and Family for the Heart
Simon and Reuben for the Shrimpie with the Ice Cream Sundae (giggles—I’m a bit too old to be having pregnancy cravings!)
Family of Pinkie, Biggles and Nonny for the Mardis Gras Fleur de Lis
Bliss, Penelope and Minuette for the Mardis Gras Fleur de Lis (Why do you say ‘again’? The Fleur de Lis are really pretty!)
Bugsy for the Mardis Gras Fleur de Lis
Family of Lady, Baby, Sammie and Cesar for the Heart
You kitties are the best! Thanks for stopping by to make it a really happy day for me.
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