Colette's Diary

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DDP!

July 27th 2010 4:01 pm
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Oh My Cat!

I made DDP today! What a great day, first I get my diploma and now this! Thanks, HQ!

Mom has been so extra nice to me today. I’m getting lots of extra huggies and headbonks—she’s so proud of me!

I’m leaping for joy, expoding-out-of-the-litter-box-and-bathtub- happy. I’m snappy, slap-happpppyyyyyy!


Purrrrrrssss & hhhheadbonk(ers)s....

 

Tagged

July 27th 2010 12:26 pm
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Uh, oh! Tagged by Wilson J Scooter. I innocently stumbled into it!

1. Do you ever wake your parent up in the night?

Nope, but I keep her up at night 'cause I know she doesn't let Marrakech and Samsara out of the bedroom until I finish my supper. And they squawk so much that she can't sleep with the door closed. I take my sweet... 'ol... time.... Don't ya just love it! Giggles.

2. Do you ever tear up things?


Mousies... let me at 'em!


3. What is your favorite treat?


I'm a deprived child :( It would be tuna if I could have it.


4. Can you fetch something when asked to do so?


Are you nuts! We're not supposed to fetch--that's a human's job!


5. Have you ever lived any place other than where you live now?
Two other places that I can talk about - CACC and Bideawee.

If you read this entry... then you've been tagged!

 

NYPD et al

July 23rd 2010 5:36 pm
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Things are settling down for me. Marrakech is beginning to let me sleep in the bed she shares with Samsara. (They let Mom sleep there years ago.)

Well, Mom may not have been stopped by the cops when she brought me home, but she went to the cops anyway. She set off something bigger than a Geiger counter. She set off a mad woman.

You see, yesterday, there was this lady who kept calling her cell phone and insisting that Mom's name is Judith. AND, AND, the lady said that she knows Mom has North Carolina license plates and if Mom didn't stop disguising her voice as a man and tell her that she is Judith the lady was going to go to the police.

Mom had this really funny look on or face--I've never seen her so angry. Well, yes, Mom says that lots of people call her 'Sir' when they talk to her over the phone, but this time she told the lady that the lady was insane and yes, please do go to the police!

Mom went to the police today and brought back a piece of paper called a complaint report. How come everybody wants to go to the police but nobody wants to be stopped by them?

I'm just glad that they didn't have Mom go to their sleep-over camp.

I gave Mom lots of headbonks when she came back home.


Purrs...

 

I Got My Diploma!

July 20th 2010 3:41 pm
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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

July 19th 2010 10:49 pm
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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

July 18th 2010 1:07 pm
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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

July 17th 2010 1:11 pm
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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

June 28th 2010 9:15 am
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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

June 26th 2010 9:26 pm
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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

February 4th 2010 10:53 am
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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

 
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