Colette's Diary

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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

 

Taxing Moments

April 13th 2009 12:30 am
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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

April 4th 2009 11:01 pm
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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!

March 31st 2009 1:15 am
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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

 

I'm So Excited! I Get Real Food!

March 26th 2009 12:26 am
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We got my allergy test results! Yay... I can eat!

Okay, here goes.

The baddies:
grasses
dust mites
fleas
roaches
brewer's yeast
rabbit
duck
beef
lamb

The goodies:
fish
turkey
chicken
venison
grains

That should keep me happy for a while! Spots Stew and Natural Balance here I come! I even got some fish mixed in with my food tonight. Mom says we have to take it slowly so as not to upset my digestive system again.

I'm also getting 2mg Chlortrimeton twice a day to help with my itchies. The doc told Mom to get an ion air purifier too. That's going to have to wait a bit.

As far as fleas and roaches--we don't have them. But Mom is going to be doing a thorough spring cleaning. Anyone want to come over to help get the dust bunnies out of the hard to reach places in the kitchen, and take down and wash the crystals from the chandelier?

New York living. When you rent an apartment, the appliances usually don't fit flush with the spaces they're in. There are always gaps you can't reach into and things you can't get behind.

Wish us luck.

 

Don Quixote Obama

March 17th 2009 8:54 pm
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MOL! Mom's fellow cabaret performer just placed a video on YouTube.

Presenting the quixotic William Minifie performing "I Am I, Don Quixote" from the Man of La Mancha. His version: "I am, I, Barack Obama, the Leader of the Free World!"

Filmed in the lovely, New York, Central Park. A must see!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_H8GY3Filx4&feature=e mail

 

Copy Cat or Smart (Aleck)?

March 16th 2009 11:39 pm
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I'm a good sneak. Mom spends time in the bedroom in front of the computer, I spend time in the sofa.

We go through the same routine every day. I hear her coming down the hallway, I jump out of the sofa (phlump) and greet her in the middle of the living room. Works, right? Well, it would except for the evidence I leave behind. You know, body heat, tumble weed... She's left a throw blankie on the sofa for me now.

Tonight we had a small change in the routine. Nothing much mind you. I greeted her with the same "who me?" look on my face. Innocence incarnate, you know?

She cracked up laughing and said, "who me???" I said, "me?"

She sung out, "me, me, me?" I answered, "me, me, me?" And yawned.

Mom says that she used to hear Misha calling "myew hoo..." when he heard people in the hallway.

Mom, you're working too hard.

 

Trip to the V-E-T

March 15th 2009 12:10 am
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Mom didn't give me a chance to even begin to plan my escape this morning. She caught me by surprise and had the carrier open and waiting in the bathroom where she could shut the door. She collected my back legs and tail in one hand and in I went downwards--again.

What a sinking sensation!

Well, we got compliments on my pretty new case. And I complained to everyone on the bus about being stuck in it. It didn't help, they didn't let me out. All we got were compliments on how pretty I am.

Anyway, the vet took my blood and asked Mom some questions. From the answers she got the vet still isn't convinced it's allergies that I have. She sent Mom home with FrontLine Wormer for all three of us, thinking we may be passing parasites around. (We did that for me already a couple of months ago. Wouldn't it stand to reason that Samsara and Marrakech would also have the itchies and funny looking poops if that were the case?)

You had to tell her, Ma, that I had the biggest poops you'd ever seen for a cat!!! Now she's talking about doing tests on my pancreas. Whoa!

She finally settled on just taking the blood today and having Mom put the wormer on us. She said that my bloods were alot better than 2 months ago and that I'm well out of danger zone with the anemia I had. I also gained another pound.

We should have the results back in about a week.

Colette

 

One More Day!

March 13th 2009 12:40 am
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I'm not sure if I should be happy or scared. It's one more day until I have my allergy tests done.

Mom bought me a new nylon carrier to go to the v-e-t. It's pretty. It's light brown with pink trim, but let me tell you, I was NOT happy when I saw it. She bought it for me because she realized that she really can't handle the big clunker she used to carry the boys in anymore. Her elbow has been giving her trouble lately.

Well, between her size and my size, we had a bit of a conflict. She was happier with the size of the smaller case (medium). I'm svelte, but I'm kinda long; she's svelte and kinda short. Mom's budget said medium, my size said somewhere between medium and large.

I make it! Just... :-( The medium is supposed to be for furs up to 10 inches shoulder height and 16 inches from shoulder to tail. I'm 10 x 13. Whew. Let me tell you, there's no wiggle room. At least I don't need to stay in there for a long time.

Mom guesstimated my size and brought the thing home. Now she needed to try it out to make sure I fit.

No problem, right? After all, I walked right into the clunker without being asked first when she adopted me.

She tried toploading me first. I wouldn't go in. Could it be because my legs were splayed across the top and I kept struggling and trying to get away?

Next move. Behind the sofa. Then down the hallway. You get the picture.

She finally turned the case for a side load, open to the ceiling. AND UNCERMONIOUSLY DUMPED ME BUTT FIRST!

I'm plotting my revenge for Saturday morning. We WILL be late for our appointment!

 

Harrowing Experience

March 7th 2009 4:49 pm
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I walked out into the hallway of the building to explore yesterday. And woe is me! The door closed behind me. Mom was with me, but so what? I couldn't get back into the apartment.

Nyeh, Nyeh. I was pushing at the door and it was too heavy for me to open. I was so afraid that I would have to go back to the shelter.

Mom scooped me up and hugged me and told me that I really have a furrever home, and that I'd never have to go back to that nasty shelter again.

Purrs...

Colette

 
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