November 7th 2012 8:21 pm
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Gee, I think I’ve been here before.
It smells familiar…..
Woo hoo! It’s Catster, it’s Catster, it’s Catster! Yaaaaay!
And, and they made me COTD yesterday. Yaaaaay. That’s why Mom said we could come back for a little while.
I’ve missed effurybody. And effurybody, thank you for the prezzies. You know, I’ve really missed effurybody!
It’s been too lonely here with just Mom and Samsara, and with Mom with her camera in my face all the time.
It’s going to be a little bit longer before we can stay back. Yeah, we got mad at HQ but we didn’t mean to be gone altogether. It just happened that way.
Mom has been trying to put together her pawtography business. You might remember that she got a new camera back in May. In the meantime she also got new editing software and a new lens, and she’s been working in overdrive trying to learn how to work with all the new stuff. And she was out and about for much of the summer taking pictures of (gasp) doggies! to add to a pawtfolio. She says what a journey it’s been for her. And she still thinks she’s got an awfully long way to go.
Our web site is just about done. It took about 2 months for Mom to build it herself and put up all the pictures. And now, since we have new ones we want to switch out some of them. Then we’re going to buy our domain name. Once that’s done, we’re going to announce it and give effurybody our web address so you can come visit us. Mom thinks it’ll be one more week before we’re open for business.
Okay, so what about me and Samsara? We’re both doing well.
Some of you who’ve been on FaceBook know about my operation over the summer. I finished my chemo treatments in June and we thought I’d graduated with flying colors. Then, in August, Doc Josh found a small nodule growing along the scar line of the lumpectomy I had last December.
That’s when he ordered something called a radical resection. (I didn’t know that I could be resectioned, but that’s what happened to me.) Seriously, what that means is I had an operation to remove all of my mammary ducts just in case there was some of that nasty cancer hiding out there. I had the operation in mid-August. They sliced me open all the way from my arm pit down to my leg pit. I had to stay in the hospital for 2 nights. Then, at the end of it, they lost my sections somewhere on the way to a biopsy. (Seriously.) Well, knowing would have been lagniappe anyway. It’s not like there would be anything more they could do for me if it turned out that the tissue was malignant. Mom says sometimes ignorance is truly bliss.
I was really doped up at the hospital, but not doped up enough not to know that I hated it. Stacy Ann, my vet tech, even told Mom how unhappy I was. OMC, I wouldn’t let anybody go near me. I was growling and hissing. They didn’t want to upset me any further so they didn’t try to clean up the drool from the pain killer they gave me. But the vet watching over us intensive care patients started laughing when Mom came to visit. I quieted right down and started purring for Mom.
Mom says she got back one grungy kitty when she took me home. (Tee hee—this time she couldn’t give me a bath because of the wound from the operation. She tried pet wiping me down. It took the next two to three weeks till I stopped smelling like the nasty pain killer and till she had all the mats either cut or brushed out of my coat.)
Then, the next couple of days were kind of touch-and-go. Who knows what happened. Mom took me back to the ER ‘cause I was running a really high fever. Well, by the time we got there, Mom was standing there with the (human’s) oral thermometer she slipped under my arm pit, trying to prove I even had the fever. (Another caveat—they cracked up when they saw the thermometer. It’s one of those old glass contraptions that work on how much the mercury inside expands.)
Anyway, I went back for my one-month follow-up and Doc Josh said I looked great! (But of course I do. I’m Colette, right?)
Now we’ve got another thing going on: my kibble. We think Hills must have changed the formula for the w/d. It spoils too quickly and it just doesn’t taste good. Mom’s pulling her hair out ‘cause neither Samsara nor I want to eat it. She’s been doctoring it up so it tastes better. Mom called our regular vet to talk about that. Mom says that we kitties are putting her in the position of having to choose between keeping us eating by giving us the wrong things or having us starve ourselves ‘cause we won’t eat the right things. I heard Mom say that she’s choosing in favor of us eating. Giggles.
Okay, so what else? We weren’t around for my Birthday or my Gotcha Day, and some of the paw’s Moms and Dads reminded Mom about both, but that didn’t stop Mom from realizing just how far I’ve come in 4 years.
I have a couple of confessions to make. Actually, they’re not confessions ‘cause I’m liking these things too much to be embarrassed about them. I love my brushies. Mom walks into the bathroom effury morning and so do I. I’m there, front and center, trying to get her to notice me and hoping she’ll remember my brushies. Wow—why did I ever hate them??!!!!
And, every night, while Mom is working on the ‘puter, I’m right there, raking my claw down her leg (see, she can’t ignore that. She might get mad, but she knows that the only way to get rid of me is to give in. Tee hee. She doesn’t get rid of me, she just gets a temporary respite from the pain.) You know what I want???? Lap time! I am turning into a lap kitty. I have my own style for this—I do. I will not work for it. I work hard enough with my claws—does she really expect me to jump too??? Uh, uh. The proper way to go about this is that you get your human to pick you up. I’m not jumping! Do I look like a kangaroo or something???!!! Next, I will not lay down. Even when I sit up, I spill over onto the pillow on the ‘puter chair. (There’s not enough lap :( .) I also don't want Mom working too hard so I headbonk the notebook across the table.
And the weather? We got our share of Hurricane Sandy, but we didn’t get even half of the grief that nearby areas got. We had a couple of trees come down in our neighborhood—that’s it. There wasn’t that much rain and since there was so much wind, it dried up almost as soon as it hit the ground. We live a bit farther inland. The awful flooding you saw was the result of the tidal surges. The area where we live doesn’t get anywhere near where we would have to worry about that. Ditto with regard to what happened to so many families having to go without electricity. Our neighborhood had power throughout. Our Auntie Joany wasn’t so lucky. She lives inland on Long Island. She didn’t get the flooding, but her neighborhood is prone to power outages. When Mom called her tonight she still didn’t have power. (Auntie has been charging her cell phone at work.) She’s been doing okay though. They’re buying wood for the fireplace, storing their frozen food at the food service place next to where Auntie works, and washing at the gym. Their house is dark and cold except for the room where they have the fireplace. So, they’re doing something they haven’t done in years, we suspect: spending time together as a family. Mom said it sounded like they were making the best of things and actually enjoying their time together.
And now winter snuck up on us. It was pretty warm here until Hurricane Sandy hit. Then the temperature dropped. Today we had the noreaster and it’s 32 degrees out there. It’s way too early for this kind of cold and snow in our area—and yet we’re getting between 2 and 3 inches accumulation. Again, there was no problem for our neighborhood. We heard that a lot of the families who had their power restored last week are in the dark again. Sigh. At least the storm waited until the day after Election Day. I would have pitied the poor humans who would have had to stand out there in the snow and cold if the storm would have come one day sooner.
Anyway, thank you again, effurybody. We’ll try not to be strangers. Hopefurrly, my new pics will be up tonight and maybe one or two for Samsara, then Mom will put up some more new ones for Samsara later.
Sorry we’ve been away this long.
Headbonks and huggies,
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Concats on being COTD! We weren't on-line to catch it yesterday--too caught up in either sleeping or election coverage (Mom has to sleep a lot during her IV antibiotic days.)
So glad to hear from you again--we missed you and your furmily's posts a lot!
Congrats on being COTD! Glad to hear from you and that you're doing ok!
Congratulations on your COTD! Glad you and your family are doing well and didn't get hit by Sandy. Purring for your Aunt and all the others that have no electricity. Hope they get it back on soon. Definitely not the right time of year to be without. Hope you all stay warm. Can't wait to see new pics of you and Samsara.
Miko & The "M" Crew
Colette we are glad to get caught up on all you've been doing. It's such good news to see you are doing very well now.
It's a good thing you were all protected from the Hurricane but today it sounds like you can tell Mom to go build you a snowman!
We're really happy you were Cat of the Day too!
Love Elsa, xo
Kirstin, that sounds like Ishtar's Mom?
I think I should clarify about Hurricane Sandy. We DID get hit by it in my area. Those high winds were no joke. At one point they were skimming 90 mph--they were reeeeallly scary. There was no way any sane person would leave the house. It's about the time you look out the window during a storm like that and begin to realize what's meant by the 'wrath of G-d' or the 'fury of mother nature'. We're feeling extremely fortunate to have been out of reach of the worst of it.
We had no subway or bus transportation from late Sunday night all the way to Thursday morning and a lot of the stores were running out of stock because they couldn't get their deliveries either. But, from where we sit, it almost feels like we should be having survivor's guilt.
Friends from other states were complimenting Mom over how calm she sounded in her e-mails. What they couldn't see was how she nattered away a 12oz. bag of m&m's candy over the space of less than a day. Sure, your Moms would be calm too if they had that much chocolate in their system!
Anyway, it's really good to be back--even if it's for a short time. We have a lot of catching up to do.
^gives Colette a big hug* It's so good to see you, old friend. We were worried about you during Sandy. Glad you made it thru OK. Sorry about your surgery in the summer. But don't worry. You don't need those Momary gland things that they took out. You're not planing on having any kittens, right? All the best to your Mom for her Pawtography business but she really needs to find different subjects besides dogs. Dogs are loud and stinky.
So glad to hear from you again!
Its good also to know that you 'weathered' that storm...pardon our pun, MOL!
We hope that things will be more normal over your way, soon.
Just as much we hope you, Colette, will stay well, too.
Concats on being COTD!!
And we hope your Mom's pawtography will flourish.
Pipo & Minko
Congrats again on your COTD! We'd heard there was a northeaster moving into your area again - yikes! Purrs that they get the power back up in those places where it's still down. That cold can be just as deadly as the winds and rain were. Oh, and Colette - hold out for the good tasting stuff as long as possible! MOL!
And make HER pick you up - it's the pawrent's duty to serve; ours to deserve - heehee...
Thank you for the update Colette!
Good to hear from you Colette, glad you've recovered from your surgery and that you're safe after the storm.
Hugs and purrs, Gentleman Jack
Concats Collette! I am so happy to see that you your honor as COTD!
Now most important glad to hear from you again and to hear you are doing well! We have been praying for you cause me and Mom know what you had to go through as you know. We continue to purr and pray for you my sweet friend.
Good luck to your Mom for starting her business, what a great and fun thing to do...mom is a pet sitter started her own business in 2006....
We are glad too to hear you are safe and OK. Now just stay warm and enjoy life, be well!