I Got My Diploma!

I'm home!

They gave me a Diploma which I posted on my page--Mom had trouble getting a clear copy of it, so here's what it says:

"NYC Veterinary Specialists
And Cancer Treatment Center

Be It Declared to All Present That:
Colette (That's me)

Has completed the prescribed course of radioactive iodine with a high order of proficiency in the science and art of being cheerful, courageous, tolerant, praiseworthy, and maintaining superior cattitude. The I-131 Team appreciates the confidence placed in us and the opportunity to participate in the care of your cat. (Huh? I don't have a cat...)

Purrtificate of Merit
Presented by the I-131 Team at NYC Veterinary Specialists, on this day: July 20th, 2010"

They also gave Mom a card to show to the police if we got stopped. Stopped? Yeah--I told you I was going to be Super Cat. I'm able to set off police geiger counters. The sleep-away folks didn't want Mom to be arrested. Cat-astrophy... cat-napper.. or was that kidnapper... Please no cat-out-of-the-bag jokes! Evening news tidbit..can you imagine-- NYC Woman Arrested in Cat Caper of the Century. Hides nuclear bomb inside cat--scientists still probing for answers!

I was so happy to see Mom when she came to get me. But afterwards I gave her a piece of my mind. And then I had the indignity of having to travel home in my cat carrier. I made a lot of friends on the subway... I kept yakking... I wanted everyone to know how my Mom packed me off to sleep-away for 5 days.

Anyway, that's water under the bridge. I headbonked Mom and Marrakech and Samsara when I got home and they headbonked me back. Yay! Nothing has changed here. I checked out the whole place--including the bedroom.

Good to be home. There's no place like home. I'm curling up for a nap now. Yawn!

Purrs, purrs, purrs.. zzzz.. zzzz...

Power of the Purr

I need everybody to join paws and purr really hard...

There's no place like home, there's no place like home...

My lady-friend, Shannon, says I look really good and is going to be calling in the morning to let Mom know if my radiation level is low enough to go home.

There's no place like home... There's no place like home...


Purrs, purrs, purrs...

Doing Well

My lady-friend, Shannon, called Mom this morning to let her know I'm doing well.

I've been telling Shannon all kinds of things. I even told her about the time Mom... mwah.. Mom told me not to be a chatterbox ...that I shouldn't go telling everyone our business--but Shannon is really nice--she won't tell anyone else.

Anway, I came out of my room this morning and started checking out the guest lounge. It's pretty neat, and they've got lots of nice toys too. And the food here is pretty good--it tastes just like the stuff I get at home.

Well, later. I'm off to my next adventure.

Purrs & Headbonks...

Sleep Away Camp

Hello mother, hello father.. here I am at..

Here for 5 days, getting radiation treatment for my feline hyperthyroid condition and writing to you from my posh mid-Manhattan perch at the NYC Veterinary Specialists.

It's awfully nice here, that is, except for the nasty sonogram and the iodine injection I got. But Dr. Erick Mears and my lady-friend who takes care of me, Shannon, and everyone here are awfully sweet.

Mom says I'm getting excellent care. Dr. Mears called to let her know the results of the sonogram before he started the radiation treatment, and then again to let her know that the treatment went well. And, yesterday morning, Shannon called Mom to let her know that I was doing well and that I also ate well from Thursday evening into yesterday morning (my appetite hasn't been good lately, and I shed the two pounds I had gained since Mom adopted me).

They even have these cute stethoscopes that have the picture of a cartoon kitty under a Lucite dome where the metal thingy is on everyone else's. Mom wants to know if that's what she's paying all that money for. She says that the Hello Kitty stuff is a lot less expensive.

Mom was hoping she could visit me. They told her that this is the only treatment for which, by law, you can't visit the patient. And whether I get to come home or not on Tuesday is dependant on my radiation level by that time. They told me if I pee and poop a lot, I get to go home sooner. (They say they don't mind the smell--Mom always holds her nose and uses that funny smelling spray.)

I've got a couple of my favorite toys and my blankie and a ratty old T-shirt of Mom's. Funny, the food here tastes exactly like it does at home. Do all people give us kitties the same thing? And I asked for tuna fish and they won't give it to me! Darn!

Mom says that she and Marrakech and Samsara miss me and can't wait for me to come home.

Purrs & headbonks...

Mistaken Identity

The changes Mom puts me through.

First, I was a Birman, then a Himmy, now I'm back to Balinese that Bidawee said I was in the beginning. Mom realized a couple of months ago, after playing the breed game that she was being stupid. I'm a traditional Balinese!

Mom, you're not going to decide I'm a Sphinx or Peterbald next week, right?

Health Update

Well, it's been a while. Mom's not been good about updating my diary.
She's been reorganizing the apartment (we girls get to help) and doing a million and one different things.

I've had puddin' poops again for the last few weeks so I got treated to the V-E-T. Unfortunatley, there's another big trip coming--I get a hotel visit to Manhattan and the specialty clinic. Okay, enough teasing, I was diagnosed with feline hyperthyroid condition.

Sure enough, that explains my itchy skin and why I get irritable and all the other stuff that's been going on.

I'm going to be getting radiation treatment so they're going to keep me for 5 days until it's safe for me to come home. The big day is July 15. You know, we've never been apart since she adopted me. I've been telling her not to worry. She already calls me the 'cat on a mission'. Now she can call me Super Kitty.

Well, I'm off to my next adventure. If you see a kitty glowing in the dark, that'll be me.

Purrs & Headbonks.

As Time Goes By

Almost a year since my last diary entry and a lot has changed. I’m not so itchy anymore and I feel a lot better. Mom says that’s probably why I’m not cranky anymore. She calls me her sweet girl.

Marrakech avoids me instead of going after me and Samsara and I are now buds. That started the night Mom came home really late. We both decided to walk out on her (out of the apartment) in protest. You should’ve seen the look Mom’s face when we two girls walked off down the building hallway side-by-side. We still cuff each other occasionally, but mostly we groom each other.

I like nothing better than running off with Mom’s toys. Her pens, her tubes of moisturizer, her calculator, bottles of nail polish…. She thought she was losing her mind the day she brought out all the stuff to do her nails and I made her only emery board disappear. ; - )

Mom lets me go on the sofa now—so that’s my exclusive territory. (Marrakech and Samsara still kick me out of the bedroom.) [Editor’s note: Mom has given up the battle over the sofa and has learned a whole new definition for the word furrniture.] We sit or lay next to each other on the sofa, and even though I hold her paws, Mom still doesn’t understand that I don’t want to lay on her. [Editor’s note: Mom has never met a cat that does not understand how comfy that is.] I do make sure I stay close by, though, when Mom isn’t feeling well, and I come running when she yelps because she’s stubbed her toe or banged her knee.

Life is pretty good around here now.

Purrs & Headbonks

Taxing Moments

Like I was there, laying on the table like I usually do when Mom does her paperwork. But unlike usual, it was sign the tax forms day.

Mom had picked up the forms from the accountant and he put them in one of those yellow envelopes with the self-seal flaps. Take note, long-haired kitties. DO NOT LAY ON THOSE FLAPS! When I went to stand up, that stupid big envelope came with me. Who needs a Furminator when you have one of those!

I should also note my now twice daily taxing moment. I'm supposed to be getting my itchie medicine twice a day. Mom and I are learning how to best get that pill into me. Today is the first day that (Mom got the pill into me) I let Mom give me the pill both times. I hate it--I complain, but at least she's stopped wearing the rubber gloves. (The gloves were for some, now forgiven, temper tantrums.) If I have to take the pills, at least I get a lot of love and kisses in exchange.

Purrs & headbonks...

3 Glove Day

Akin to 3 Dog Night. Mom and I got sooo angry at each other today.

I wouldn't eat my food. Like a dork, Mom was putting my allergy pill in it and it tasted all bitter. (She finally got the message when she took one of them for her own allergies.) I didn't eat until I was so hungry I kept jumping on the stove. I finally gave up and downed it with a bit of dry kibble in it.

Then Mom discovered knots in my coat. I scratched her while she was trying to get the knots out. Out came the rubber goves--I can't get my claws into them properly.

She was still so angry about the scratch that while she had the gloves on she kept them on so she could trim my nails. I haven't let her do that since she adopted me. Glove routine number 2. (Usually I bite and scratch her when she tries to do that.) Dang--she got my nails cut.

But I'm supposed to take that pill twice a day. Supper time came and I wouldn't eat again.

If you're thinking that I usually try to scratch Mom when she's giving me a pill, you're right! Glove routine number 3. That was the worst. She finally wrapped me in a towel too. I didn't trust her when she put fresh wet food down--wouldn't eat it--nope.

I finally got my kibble and we've both calmed down and made up.

Headbonks...

Colette

I've Been Tagged!

I've Been Tagged!

By my cutie-pie furriend, Lucy http://www.catster.com/cats/310190

And to think that I gave her a really pretty Easter egg only to find out that she's ALLERGIC to Eggs. My Mom says not to worry, it's a virtual egg. Is that like the plastic ones they give kids in their Easter baskets?

Anyway, if you've been tagged then you need to answer the following questions and tag 5 more furriends.

Here they are:

What is your favorite color for Easter eggs?
Turquoise and silver or salt 'n pepper and orange. I have exotic taste.

Would you rather be a bunny or a chick?
I would rather be a bunny. At least that's what Mom says I look like when I'm running around the house.

Would you rather EAT a bunny or a chick?
I take the 5th; see my lawyer.

How many Easter eggs do you think you'll find when you get to hunt them at your house? I don't think I'm going to find Easter eggs but I might find a few matzoh balls. They don't roll as well when you bat them.

What kind of Easter basket are you hoping for? One that I can curl up and go to sleep in. If they make Easter baskets with pillows in them, I'd like a blue one to match my eyes, please.

I am tagging:

Huddle
http://www.catster.com/cats/957551
This is one incredible kitty that's found his furrever home and not one but many loving mommas. Before he found them he spent more than a bit of his time using up several of his 9 lives. Visit his page. He has a pawsome story.

Alabama
http://www.catster.com/cats/603051
Alabama is a sweetheart of a girl with tons of food allergies. She has blossomed under the loving care of her very special dad.

Pawlette Nip-NoNo
http://www.catster.com/cats/798691
A lovely girl with asthma and a very, very smart mom.

Muppet
http://www.catster.com/cats/624959
Who needs no introduction. We're all purring like crazy that she gets better really soon.

Missy
http://www.catster.com/cats/974503
Missy just recently joined Catster. She is a gorgeous Himmy/Siamese mix and her arrival story reminds Mom of just the kind of thing Mom would have done under the same circumstances. Check out Missy's page and say hello.

Purrs & headbonks...

Colette