August 25th 2010 5:21 pm
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Wow, I'm a daily diary pick again. I'm floored. The diary girl loves me *big hugs to the diary girl*
Thank you to Luke for the lemonade and Buddie for the concats. I really love these awards but I can't stay long. Mom is still here, not much longer tho. So she needs all my help getting ready.
Big hugs to all my friends,
Paw Script: while Mom is gone, I'm planning to go on my own trip to San Funfrancisco and visit Guido the Italian Kitty and also the Diary Girl! I would love to tell her in purrson how much I appreciate being picked again. Maybe I'll even run into Catster's top cat
August 23rd 2010 6:25 pm
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I won't be here for awhile. I just found out that Mom is leaving us. You see, we have this German Grandma (and Grandpaw) and they want Mom to come and visit. They say they have forgotten what she looks like, so she needs to fly over there. I was not aware that Mom can fly. I don't know exactly when this will happen but I think it will be soon. There are two suitcases out in the living room. Mietzi and I have tried them out and we both fit with room to spare. Mietzi is determined to go with Mom but I'm more of a home body and I think I'll stay here.
Mom got on a big Greyhound several months ago and got a new passport. She had to go all the way to Chicago to the German Consulate. I told Mietzi if she wants to go, she'll need a pussport. Mietzi thinks she doesn't need one because she is an American Shorthair. See, Mom was not born here, that's why we think she needs a passport. I warned Mietzi that she better get a pussport or the Europeans might mistake her as a European Shorthair and then they'll want to keep her in Europe.
Anyhow, Mom says she really needs to start packing and she won't have time to turn the puter on for us. A neighbor will come over and feed us but she doesn't know how to turn the puter on. I hope I can talk Mietzi into staying here or I will be really lonely without her.
Will miss you guys.
Meow to you later,
August 23rd 2010 5:20 pm
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I got selected as a Daily Diary Pick yesterday. What a surprise and an honor. Thank you so much, Diary Girl *wink*. I had a very nice day. I played with a fishing pole toy and chased Mietzi around.
I wanted to meow a big thank you to all my friends who made comments in my diary. You are so nice and I love you all:
Gleek my good friend - yes, the diary girl does like stories about Big Foot.
Hazel Lucy - I'm doing so good, I don't need my last dose of pain meds.
Sugar Bear - you are a sweet cat. I plan on eating just as much as before I lost my teeth, if not more, MOL.
Luke - thanks for your purrs and concats, buddy.
Thomas - we do look alike! Maybe we are cousins. We are two handsome man cats for sure.
Henry - thank you for your concern. Your purrs helped me feel good again.
Also thank you to all the furrs who sent gifts. Love you all:
Buddie - for the pawmail and the blue ribbon. Thanks for purring for me. Wow, those ribbons are powerful. I feel so good now.
Tinkerbell, Bear Bush and the Bush Family - for the Mighty Paw. Te He, Mighty Paw, that's what I had.
My dear friend Molly - yummy Shrimp. Mmmmh, I gobbled those right up. Thank you! I am feeling good again.
Adam Dylan and family - a beach ball. I played with it yesterday and it was great fun. Thank you so much. I am still purring for you, Adam. Hope things with your food go well.
Thank you, dear friends for all your well wishes and purrs for my paw and my teeth. I appreciate it so much and I am all healthy again. Mom talked to German Grandma yesterday on the phone and told her about the dentist pulling three of my teeth. German Grandma doesn't know that much about cats but she's nice. She came to visit two years ago. Anyway, she asked my Mom if cat's teeth don't just fall out by themselves. Well, yes, I suppose they do. But before they fall out they rot away and get infected and it hurts if you want to bite into a nice, big steak. So, yes, those teeth had to come out. My paw is back to normal again. Thank catness.
Thank you all for caring. Big purrs and hugs,
Paw Script: Mom picked up my manly collar from the vet. Thank goodness I don't have to wear pastel colors any more.
August 21st 2010 6:03 am
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Oh thank goodness, the swelling in my paw has almost completely gone down. I think I'll be O.K. Thanks for your purrs. They helped. Yesterday at the vet, the nice Lady vet grabbed me and wanted to show my swollen paw to the other Doctor. But he was busy. Geez, I was being shown around like a freak.
I showed my paw to Mietzi and told her that I'm the Big Foot Monster. She didn't believe me. The vet looked at my mouth too yesterday and it's healing really good. I just got my pain meds squirted into my mouth. As Mom was doing that, I let her know that my mouth hurts a bit. But it will feel better in a minute now that I have my meds.
Mom apologized a hundred times to me about not taking my Badge of Courage off sooner. I tried to play on her sympathy and begged for kibble. But the vet said no hard food for at least two days after my surgery. So I didn't get any.
You all have a fun weekend. I've had enough excitement to last me for a long time.
I'm going to clean my normal sized paws now,
Paw Script: In all the excitement yesterday Mom forgot to ask the vet to give me my collar back. So I'm still wearing a girl collar.
August 20th 2010 4:55 pm
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I was doing so good. I was eating and my teeth didn't hurt much at all. I had decided to keep my Badge of Courage on for a while longer because, well, because I'm courageous. I wouldn't let Mom take it off last night or this morning. So tonight when she came home from hunting she wanted to take it off for sure.
And, horror, my paw was all SWOLLEN. Mom hurried and got it off really fast. I meowed like crazy when she cut through the bandage because my paw hurt SO MUCH. Mom was making all these weired noises and kept saying she is so sorry. She grabbed the carrier and I walked in by myself because I knew she meant business. There was no point in argueing with her. To the vet I went in a hurry.
Mom had called while we were on the way. When we got there the receptionist was gonna make Mom wait. By this time Mom was close to losing it. I had seen water drip down her face while we were in the car. Thankfully the nice vet Lady came out just at that moment, and Mom said she doesn't know how long the circulation in my paw had been cut off and IS IT GOING TO BE MUCH LONGER? Well, say no more. My friend, the nice vet Lady, Doctor S. took me to a room right away. She felt my paw and it feels warm. That is good. You don't want it feeling cold or hot she said. She asked me if I can walk on it. So I showed her. Yes, I can walk on it. I can type with it too but kinda slow because I keep hitting two keys at once.
The vet thinks I will be just fine. The swelling should go down in 12 hours. Mom is supposed to leave it alone and call her tomorrow. Now Mom is watching me every five minutes to see if the swelling went down yet.
Kitties, listen to Grandpaw Timo: If you get a Badge of Courage you can't keep it. You'll have to part with it when you get back home, no matter how courageous you are. Mom just came back in and she smells like neighbor boy cat. The nerve of that woman. She let me sniff her hands but I walked away in protest. She said she had to help cut neighbor boy cat's claws.
I'll ask Mom to put some pictures of my huge paw up soon.
Bye furrs *Timo waves with his swollen paw*
Paw Script: If you could say a purr and a prayer for me to be OK please, I would apurreciate it so much. You don't have to give me any gifts. Safe those for the kitties that are much sicker, but Mom is still very worried. So some purrs might help to calm her down. Thank you.
August 19th 2010 6:38 pm
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Boy, what a day I’ve had. I went in for my Rabies shot yesterday and they made me come back today to mess with my teeth. Well, call me Grandpaw, I've lost three teeth. I took this long nap at the vet and when I woke up those three teeth were missing. My teeth had gotten too absorbed with themselves says Mom. I’m back home now. I’ve been hanging out in the kitchen ever since I came back home, I think that was three hours ago. I’m so hungry!
Get this: Mom forgets to give me breakfast this morning and do you know what the vet offered me after my nice, long nap? Hills Science Diet. When Mom picked me up the vet tech told her that I ate nothing and maybe I don’t like their food. “You got that right, Lady” I thought. I don’t like that food. I want my Blue Buffaloes. They told Mom I could have a SMALL meal today. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Small meal? No way. I’m hungry! I got some oral pain meds squirted into my mouth, so I feel no pain, MOL. So far Mom only gave me ¾ of my normal meal.
Now the good thing is Miss Ginger Vitis did not visit me. I don’t like her. She is almost as bad as Miss Crystal. I was looking for a bird at the vet’s. Gleek’s vet had this neat talking bird. I asked the other cats there if they had seen a big bird. They thought I was tripping on the pain meds, MOL.
The vet tech called Mom on the way back home to tell her that they forgot to put my collar back on me. Why did they take it off in the first place? I didn’t give them purrmission to do that. So I had to borrow Mietzi’s collar because Mom wants me to wear one. It’s easier for her to hold me and give me my pain meds that way. I’m wearing a girly collar, oh the shame.
Mom tried to take my white Badge of Courage off but I always stand up, rub against her and beg for food. I need to go and talk to Mom about the food situation. You spend all day away from home and can’t even get a decent meal around here.
August 18th 2010 6:40 pm
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So I declared this week "Take your Cat to the Diner" week and Mom comes home tonight and puts me in the car. I'm thinking, Yay! We are going to the Diner. Pawsome. Where did I end up? At the dredded VET. Because it's actually "Take your Cat to the VET week. I got a Rabies shot. That's not too bad. But the Doc, it was a nice Lady Doc, insisted of looking into my mouth and it turns out I have a bum tooth. I have to go back in tomorrow to get my teeth cleaned and maybe the bum tooth has to come out. Rats! The guy Doc will take care of my toothies tomorrow. The Lady said he LIKES working on cat's teeth. Weird. I would much rather have the Lady Doc again. She is nice.
Now get this: Mom wants me to start a Revolution! She asked the vet about Revolution and the vet said sure I can have a Revolution. It's gonna do me some good. I don't really want a Revolution. I wonder what gave Mom that idea? I'm a real gentle and nice guy. It looks like Mietzi is supposed to join me in the Revolution. Now what kind of Revolution should we start? Cats Rule and Dogs Drool? Well, that's kind of obvious. This requires some thought. You guys gotta help me think. I've never started a Revolution before. I'll think on it while I get my bum tooth fixed.
I wonder what the piece of paper means that Mom taped to the kitchen cabinet? It says: TIMO NO BREAKFAST!
Let's start a Revolution
August 16th 2010 7:28 pm
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Oh nooos. This week is "Take your Cat to the V-E-T week". Mom mumbled something about me being due for my rabies shot soon. Rats. I am declaring this week "Take your Cat to the Diner week". I think that will make us all much happier.
On another note: I was reading diaries and Mom clicked on Calvin's for me and in the time it took to load, Mom could have went and made coffee and watched it perculate and by the time the coffee was done, Calvin's diary MIGHT have been done loading. But she couldn't do that because Mietzi was sleeping in her lap. So she just grabbed an old issue of Cat Fancy and got some reading done. I know Calvin's diary is huge. It probably takes up a whole book shelf on the catster puter but this is ridiculous.
Going to the Diner,
August 4th 2010 7:50 pm
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Yesterday, after Mietzi made sure there weren't any dates coming in thru the windows (see her diary) , we watched that cooking show. It has a bad name that I'm not allowed to say, so I'm just calling it the H-E-doubletooth pick's kitchen show. It's on the TV channel with the Fox. It's about people competing to be the best cook and then they get to be head chef at a new restaurant. They cook all this yummy food, my mouth always waters. And there is this slightly crazy chef cook who yells at eveybody. I don't care for all the yelling but that's humans I guess.
Mom was watching to and we always hope that she gets a hint and cooks us a nice medium rare steak. Or a perfect monkfish. Or scallops - golden brown. I try to stare at her when they cook something really delicious and I tell her: See Mom, that doesn't look too difficult. You could cook that. But so far no luck. She hasn't re-created any of the pawsome recipies from the show. Yesterday in the middle of the show I tried a new strategy. I layed down on our stove (see above picture). Mom! See this here? Use it to cook me something marvelous like them people on the TV.
And then there was another cooking show on right after this one. Jackpot. The only bad thing was, I was very hungry at the end of our TV night.
Make mine rare please,
June 13th 2010 6:26 pm
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So Mom went to our local Animal Rescue League today to drop off some food for the kitties. No, she didn't bring them Nutro. The Nutro brands are not good food (Max Cat and Natural Choice). A pet food should have three good protein sources in the first five ingredients. Max Cat food doesn't have that. They have alot of corn gluten, wheat flower, ground rice. Natural Choice has Wheat Gluten. I don't eat anything with Gluten any more. I had a urinary tract blockage twice and I think it came from all those grains in my food. That's why we want the Nutro ads removed from the vet blog and from Dogster. You can find more info about this here Say No to Nutro
Back to my story. Mom brought them kitties a bag of premium food. Something that Mietzi and I eat too. While she was there, she looked at the adoptable kitties. No, we are not getting one. She just can't resist looking. There were these two humans who asked the volunteer about a cute kitten. The volunteer said there is a waiting list for that one. Because she is a Snowshoe kitten. The humans said how pretty she is and "how long is that waiting list again?". I just don't think it's fair that humans always go for the pretty cats. And the color of your furr says nothing about your purrsonality. Mietzi and I are just plain tabby cats but we sure have alot of purrsonality. We are really nice and Mom is so happy to have us. So don't judge a book by it's cover.
I'm off to look for some pictures of Snowshoes to see why everyperson thinks they are pretty.