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Testing Testing

August 9th 2011 1:46 am
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Okay, we seem to be pretty functional around here. We can't see Taz in our p-mails and Elsa's p-mail turned into a phantom--of course the alternate explanation for Elsa is that the 'puter sent out an e-mail alert and Elsa really didn't send a p-mail. And... if a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around to hear it, did it make a sound? Scratches head pondering the thought.

Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?

Headbonks...

 

De-pill-a- tory Story and how NOT to not Take Your Pill

July 31st 2011 2:43 pm
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Mom keeps complaining I wreck her pills. Well, I said I didn’t want to take them, right?

I’m copying Samsara, but I’ve added a new dimension. See—you have to dispose of half the pill yourself. If you spit out the whole pill, it just goes right back in your mouth. If you get rid of half of it, then you don’t have to take the whole thing.

So, take the pill, chew, and keep it in your mouth. See, I’m a good girl—I don’t even salivate! Mom rubs my throat up and down, up and down, and up and down. She kisses my head and puts her head on my head so she can hear me start purring. Then relax: purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr, purr.

Maaaa—how long do you expect me to hold this thing?!!! Give me my water chaser so I can spit out the other half of this capsule! Hurry up!

Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Would you please give me a lemon instead next time?! It would be a heck of a lot less bitter. Leave towel, scratch ear to take care of the ringing sound the pill left!

Depilatory story, take two. You know how I hate my brushies, right? I’m taking care of my own coat now! (There’s fur all over the house.) Mwah! This stuff is hard to spit out!

 

Who Would’ve Thunk!

July 25th 2011 12:20 pm
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Mom has a call in to v-lady. About 2 hours ago, I pooped for the first time in about 24 hours (or so Mom thinks). She found poo in my box yesterday, but she says it look suspiciously like Samsara poo.

If it was mine this would be the first time ever that she hasn’t been able to tell our poops apart.

The report and the question to the v-lady: “The poops looked very good for Colette. I did not get a Tylan (antidiarrheal) pill last night, and should Mom hold off giving me my morning pill?”

Mom was concerned about me becoming constipated? Woo hoo! That’s a breakthrough for me! Mom says that even writing about it feels like we might jinx this. I’m already down to taking my pred every other day and that seems to be going well.

It’s 3:00 PM; the vet was too busy to answer our question this morning so it looks like it’s going to wait for her to get back from her break which should be any minute now.

I think I can wait for an answer—I hate taking those darn things. They’re horse pills!

 

OMC, the Heat Broke! And Charlie Chocolate Paws is Not a- Wuss.

July 24th 2011 6:49 pm
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OMC the heat broke! It was 91 degrees and overcast most of the day and, phew was it muggy! How muggy was it? Yours truly, CSS, the bungling trouble-maker who got Zach into hot water during truth or dare games at his party last night, didn’t want to eat.

Charlie Chocolate Paws, you are not a wuss. (Well, maybe except for at the vet.) MOL!

(No—Charlie did not make me take it back!)

Knew that’d get ya, and it did. But, I do believe the correct protocol was to let Zach get himself in trouble and vamoose as quickly as my floofy pants could get me out of there. Ah, but it’s all in the timing!!! No sooner did I dare Zach to call you a wuss (and he did—fur shame!) then who should come strolling in, sniffing the air, and finding it not to his liking? You! Oops! I got caught with my derriere, floofy pants, backside and rear end exposed. Consider me kicked in the butt. Mom just sat there and laughed until she was clutching her stomach and the tears were coming from her eyes.

And, BTW, they called me a nice old lady!!!! Can you imagine?!!!!!

Tell ya what, Charlie. We’ll show the other furs how to do it. Paint the town red and maybe even raise a little Cain! I’ll teach you how rush the vet; you teach me how to get the stove lit with my teeth. What a team! Unstoppable!

It’s now a glorious 82 degrees and all the windows are open and there’s a lovely breeze coming in.

Time to chow down on supper. I’m hungry!

Headbonks…

 

Only Her Furdresser Knows for Sure.

July 20th 2011 11:44 pm
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Okay, furs which is it… Someone please tell my Mom. Is it her eyesight? Hmmmm…. Or her mind?

About two hours after my first pill for the day Mom noticed I had a pendant hanging from my ruff: my Tylan pill. It was so stuck to me that it took several attempts with the comb until it and I parted ways.

Now, was it last night’s or this morning’s and why?

The evidence.

Last night.
I gave her a hard time—she picked the pill out of my fur and shoved it in my mouth a second time. She got yogurt all over my chin. She practically drowned me in water with the liquid syringe. I stopped struggling and began purring. She mopped my soggy throat, scritched me under the chin and told me I was a good girl. She released me from bondage and shook out the towel.
Examined the floor and towel. All clear.

Poop this morning was not one of my better specimens.

This morning.
I gave her a hard time—she picked the pill out of my fur and shoved it in my mouth a second time. She got yogurt all over my chin. She practically drowned me in water with the liquid syringe. I stopped struggling and began purring. She mopped my soggy throat, scritched me under the chin and told me I was a good girl. She released me from bondage and shook out the towel.
Examined the floor and towel. All clear.


Sorry—no evening poop report. Lately I’ve turned into a once-a-day pooper.

I got another pill this morning, but now Mom’s started scratching her head. We haven’t been running the air-conditioning so…

I’ll never tell. Giggles.

 

Lovebug Tag

July 20th 2011 11:05 pm
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I’ve been tagged! Leo the Lovebug came up with a new game- Lovebug Tag! To play, copy the 6 questions below and paste/answer them in your diary! Then tag some friends to play, too!

1. Meow! Are you a noisy kitty or a quiet kitty?
l write a lot but I don’t talk all that much. I kind of save it up for when I have something important to say, like “OMC, Tuna Fishies”, or “Treats!” or “Supper!” or “Let me back into the apartment, will ya! I was just checking out the scenery; I have no intention of taking up permanent residence out here!”

2. Litterbox! Cover your business or let some other kitty cover?
Mom and I have a tacit agreement: I poop, she scoops. It usually doesn’t take long for my ‘business’ to do a disappearing act.

3. Happy! Favorite Daily Routine?
I love snuggling with Mom on the sofa, shhhh… don’t tell anybody. I’m really a softy!

4. Hiss! Least Favorite Routine?
Since this question is about routines, we won’t talk about baths. Believe it or not, I hate getting brushed even worse than I hate taking my meds.

5. Ding-Dong! What do you think about visitors to your house?
Hiss first, then proceed with caution. They’re supposed to be impressed with how quickly they can win me over. See, I’m really a softy!

6. Friends! Do you like other animals?
I love Samsara; she’s my best bud. Provided they’re only visiting, other animals fall under the category of question number five. Even the doggy girls next door are pretty okay. We all kind of look at their occasional visits as a ‘your space, my space’ thing and get along.

Here are some friends that I am tagging! Please, no one feel left out- if you are reading this and you want to play, consider yourself tagged! Be sure to let your friends know they've been tagged by sending them a message or rosette! Angels can play, too! Tell us about your life at the bridge or your life at home before the bridge!

Tink Moneypenny

Tiny Tot

FishStick

Minuette

Simone

 

Rumor Has It

July 17th 2011 1:36 am
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That Mom has been taking pictures of my poop instead of me so she can e-mail them to the vet lady. How did Samsara ever reach that conclusion? That is so not true! Mom has been taking those pictures so I can have my year in the limelight. She’s submitting them to the Guiness Book of World Records: longest cat poop category. Do you know that my latest poop actually spanned the length of the snack baggie today? Really! We measured it. It was a 5-inch rope!

On to bigger and better topics: I heard the can opener again. Tuna fishies! Nyeh, nyeh… Oh, darn! Corn. There was also this really neat looking bag. You know, the kind you tear off the perforated edge and it has a zipper seal. That can mean only one thing…treats! Nuts? People treats? Oh…… nuts!

Well, at least I’ll make it into Guiness. Guiness? Oh oh…..

>^..^<

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Pets and Summer Heat

July 7th 2011 8:45 pm
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We just received an informational e-mail from PetHealthStore NYC that we want to share. We remember of our furriends being worried about staying at home while their peeps went off to air-conditioned places without them.

It hit 90 here in New York today, and Mom thought that Samsara and I looked a bit uncomfortable so she wet us both down. She's also been adding some ice to the water in our drinking fountain.

Anyway, here's the text from the e-mail:

Hot weather and humidity can prove a dangerous combination for both cats and dogs, and the precautions you need to take will depend on a number of factors.

How Pets Cool Off
Most people know that dogs do not sweat during hot weather; instead, they pant. Cats, however, do sweat, according to Indiana University, specifically through their paws. In fact, cats use both sweating and panting for heat regulation.

Animals in Danger
Certain pets are more susceptible to heat exhaustion and heat stroke in hot weather than others. Older animals, for example, are not as strong as they were in their youth and might become taxed by increased temperatures much more quickly than pets in their prime. The same goes for kittens and puppies who have not yet reached maturity. Additionally, pets with thicker coats may experience heat exhaustion in hot weather more often. Many grooming facilities offer shaving services to help keep your pets cool during the summer.

Providing Necessary Resources
Pets will naturally seek out methods to cool themselves off during hot weather. If pets are housed outside during the summer, for example, it is important to provide them with a shaded area and a plentiful source of water. It is also a good idea to keep them indoors during the hottest times of the day.

Signs of Heat Exhaustion
Pets will tell you if they are affected too strongly by hot weather, so it is important to recognize the signs of heat exhaustion. According to the New York Red Cross, signs of heat stroke in dogs include increased body temperature (104 to 111 degrees Fahrenheit), heavy panting, glazed eyes, red gums, lethargy, extreme thirst and rapid heartbeat. Heat exhaustion in cats presents very much the same way, and might also include thick saliva. Symptoms could also include a staggering gait, vomiting, or a deep red or purple tongue. If your pet becomes overheated, you must lower his body temperature immediately.

What To Do
If your pet gets overheated during hot weather, there are several things you can do to help cool him off and prevent further damage. Move your pet indoors or into the shade and apply cool (not cold) water all over the body. Cold water can constrict blood vessels and prevent the cooling process, so make sure to keep the water just under room temperature. The same goes for the water you give them to drink, it too should be room temperature. Additionally, limit your pet's water intake. Drinking too much too quickly can cause damage to the kidneys and stomach. If necessary, you may apply ice packs or cold towels to your pet's head, neck, and chest only. If in any doubt, take your pet to a veterinarian right away - it could save your pet's life.

Limiting Activity
Most pets can have fun in the sun during hot weather as long as activity is kept to a minimum. Pay attention to your pet when playing in the park or running at the beach, and make sure they have access to water on a regular basis.

 

There’s Kibble on Her Breath!

July 3rd 2011 11:20 pm
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Dang. I got fed breakfast, lunch, snack 1 and snack 2, and it’s 8:30 and I’m starving. Where’s my supper? And you know what? I made it to the kitchen a couple of seconds late. Mom’s little darling (who spent most of the day sleeping), after making one heck of a hullabaloo in the kitchen, escorted Mom to the bedroom and the door closed for a few minutes. The door is open now and there’s an EMPTY kibble dish and there’s kibble on her breath! There’s a conspiracy going on between them, I swear.

 

“Colette: a life in Poop and Blood” – IBDKitties.net

July 1st 2011 11:47 pm
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• Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
• Writing only leads to more writing.
• Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette


What does all this have to do with my diary title? (Colette, tell effuryone that we’re making a serious announcement.) Okay, but I don’t know exactly how to put this.

Remember we were going to write my memoire? And we were going to call it “Colette: a life in poop and blood”? It’s now on the web for effuryone to see.

Since the subject matter is rather serious, we decided to treat it a bit more lightly here in my diary. For instance, we could tell you that after much debate with the editor-in-chief, my floofy pants, or otherwise pantaloons, much to my dismay, got reduced to being called “rear end”. Yuck.

That’s pretty serious—how could they use such a pedestrian word for my genteel…. nether parts? Well, sigh…since this is a story of what goes in my front end and comes out my back end…

Hey…wait a minute! Crunch … (Sound of paper being tossed in the wastebasket.)

Anyway… joking aside, (Angel) Alex’s mom graciously invited us to document my medical history on IBDKitties.net. We’re at the point we’re pretty sure what’s wrong with me is Inflammatory Bowel Disorder, or IBD. With the hope that our experience might help other kitties with the same or similar conditions, we agreed to do it.

IBDKitties.net is a fabulous resource and we are grateful to Alex’s mom and IBDKitties for the invaluable help they have given us. Do stop by to take a look at it and read about me and all the other kitties there. IBDKitties.net-- Colette Z.

Mom, you said it was going to be my memoire! Wasn’t I going to get to live on for posterior (or was that posterity)? What do you say when you post a significant work on the web nowadays?

….Crunch…

 
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