Leave a treat for Baby Nicknames: Little Braveheart, Baby Cat, 'B', 'B' Cat Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
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Quick Bio:
-cat rescue
Gotcha Date: November 19th 1998 Birthday: April 17th 1998 Coloration: Black and White Likes: I like to jump on my bar stool for pets and sing constantly. Pet-Peeves: I hate strangers in the house. Favorite Toy: I play with a small mouse. Favorite Nap Spot: I can sleep anywhere in the house. Favorite Food: I love shrimp and the water that comes off of the thawed frozen shrimp. Skills: I love the sound of bagpipes and sit in front of the CD player. I also like to move my water bowl all over the room. Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: All I remember about my outside days is alot of trash, cold weather and the loud train that went by every 20 minutes. In nearly the entire month of November 1999, I was so cold and hungry until one day a car drove up. A teenage boy got out with a bowl of dry food and some old towels. The old towels were warm and the food tasted good: better than scraps of bread, shrimp shells and chicken I found in trash bags. A few days before Thanksgiving, the teenage boy drove up but with no food. He clicked his tonge like he did when he came everyday to see me, and being in a trash bag eating egg shells, I popped my head out through a large hole in the side and there he and a lady stood. The lady said she couldn't let me stay out in the cold, so she and later, I found out, her son, took me to their nice warm house. It wasn't far to the house, yet I fell asleep in the lady's lap. I was so small the vet didn't believe I was 6 months old until she looked at my teeth. I was so small, the lady called me Baby.
She gave me turkey for Thanksgiving and I rewarded her by not climbing all of the Christmas trees she put up in the house. Even though it was hard. Bio: I live with my sisters Miss Kitty, Pretty Girl, Bastet and Mom and Dad in Spotsylvania County, Virginia. Lives Remaining: 7 of 9 Forums Motto: Miss Fuss Budget. The Groups I'm In: "Cobblestone Square", ♥♥PURRS~N~WOOFS HOMESTEAD VILLAGE♥♥, ♥Pawrayer and Pawraise♥, * Shutterfly Shutterbugs *, ***Pro Photo Tips & Tricks***, PDPC's School of Graphics!!, ♥♥Christian Dogs and Cats♥♥, a true egyptian wedding, C & D CRUISE LINE, light a candle...., Mr. Thumper's Haute Couture Designs, Pawmark Greeting Card Shoppe, PAWS Angels WAGS for Kindness, Pawsome Pages, Pups N Purrs, Purr It Forward, The Church of Ceiling Cat, Tigger's Arcade, Tigger's Archives The Last Forum I Posted In: Tigger & Cali's 1st Anniversary on Catster!
Thank you so much my furrend Pooters for Miss Kitty's bridge card that you made. It is so beautiful. Thank you Ringo and furmaly for Miss Kitty's beautiful card. Meowmy will always remember what you wrote. My sister Miss Kitty, for you this flame will burn forever. Glitterfy.com - Glitter Graphics
My brother-in-law and friend Baba-Boy…this flame for you will burn forever.
Around 2AM this morning I went upstairs and woke Meomwy up. I was so happy she stayed up with me because I was so sick. My sisters Pretty Girl and Bastet did as well. It was the sickess I have ever been and tonight I finally was able to get enough strength to type this message to everyfur. For a few hours, I was sick to my stomach, had diarreah and wet on the carpet. Meowmy was so worried and stayed by me, cleaning up after I finally settled down and went to sleep.
Only one other time was I sick, not as bad, but nearly and I recovered quite quickly. That was the end of April this year. I was do for my annual vet check up, and Meowmy mentioned to the vet about my sickness. The vet decided to run tests but the only thing they found was that I had Hyper Thyroidism and gave me medication. Twice a day Meowmy has to rub the inside of my ear with this cream. It doesn't hurt, but I don't want Meowmy rubbing cream on the inside of my ear, so I make a big fuss.
Tomorrow morning I will be taking a trip to the vet to see what caused me to get sick. Meowmy and Dad are so worried about me. My sister Pretty Girl stayed with me while I have been recovering. By this I mean I have been hiding under one of the beds most of the day. All day she has been laying on top of the bed looking stern with her 'tortie' glare at anyone who enters the bedroom.
Meowmy is staying in the small bed tonight and she told me to get her up if I need her. With my voice as loud as any bagpipe, I most surely will.
Pretty Girl will let everyfur know what the vet says. She has decided to look after me whether I want her to or not.
Since our Baby Bastet went to the vet yesterday and we found she had a bleeding condition, nothing has been the same around here. We have had a rough month, with Miss Kitty getting so sick, Meowmy falling and breaking a leg and hip and now Bastet.
Miss Kitty organized shifts at night where we came to check on Meowmy and check the doors, but with Bastet gone, everyone is too worried about both she and Meowmy to remain at their posts. I know this upsets Miss Kitty, but she has been gracious enough to let me and Pretty Girl stay with Meowmy on the bed at times during the night. Miss Kitty had set that up as being her job. She thinks if she lays close enough to Meowmy she can heal her and make her better.
We miss Meowmy and Bastet on the walker. Meowmy would walk around the house and Bastet made a game of chasing her or heading her off at one of the turns. She loved to chase her red boa when Meowmy attached it to the walker. We all miss watching that scene.
Last night I couldn't sleep, I paced all night; upstairs, downstairs, upstairs then back down. I finally settled down and slept awhile on the ottoman in the family room close to Meowmy's bed.
Pretty Girl came down several times, then the 3rd trip down she stayed with Meowmy on the bed for a few hours. She cried so much yesterday morning when Bastet left for the vet, she needed to spend time with Meowmy.
Today we did get some happiness. Miss Kitty was named C&D Cruise Line COTM for July. We are so proud of her. She is picking out a new gown. As she says, "One that suits my wild side." She is so happy that she has let Pretty Girl and I downstairs with Meowmy without arguing with us.
Meowmy hasn't heard from the vet about Bastet, but will let everyone know in Bastet's journal when she finds out something.
Early Monday morning we heard scraping across the foyer floor and I heard my Aunt Marian's voice say "let me get you to bed". Of course Bastet beat us all downstairs. She acted silly so I kept telling her calm down until we knew what was happening.
Next think I knew, Pretty Girl was telling me Meowmy was hurt and was going to have to stay for awhile in the bed that was taken downstairs. I went to talk to Meowmy and jumped on her bed. Bastet was trying to get Meowmy to play with her red boa and her birdie, which made sense only to a kitten.
I kept talking to Meowmy for several minutes then Pretty Girl came in the room and told me to follow her. Miss Kitty hadn't come home yet, she was coming home tomorrow. Pretty Girl told me that I needed to be quite so Meowmy could rest. And our job was to patrol the house at night in shifts.
Bastet would be sleeping with Meowmy, Miss Kitty when she came home would guard the family room door and it was our job to guard the rest of the house and be sure Meowmy was safe so she could heal.
Pretty Girl overheard That Meowmy had fallen the day after they arrived in Las Vegas and her right hip is pinned and she has a metal rod for a right tibia.
"ABOVE ALL," said Pretty Girl, "BE QUIET and DON'T WAKE MEOWMY!"
I checked on Meowmy several times during the night and Miss Kitty was at her station, Bastet was at hers and Pretty Girl and I were doing our jobs. Now I am so tired from night watch, I am due for a cat nap.
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