Likes: I love to lay in Mom's or Dad's lap and to be outside climbing a tree.
Pet-Peeves: I would be the happiest if I was the only cat in the house.
Favorite Toy: I love anything that moves and love to climb trees.
Favorite Nap Spot: I love to lay in front of the fireplace when it is on or in a sunny window.
Favorite Food: I love Pounce Kitty Treats.
Skills: I consider myself the protector of the household, challenging any animal that comes to the doors/windows.
Arrival Story: During one of the hottest weeks on record in August 1994, there was a big fire in the woods. I don't know why I was outside, I just like to be outside and climb trees. All of a sudden, I saw a young teenage boy running toward the fire to see if he could help. I jumped from the tree and followed him home. I slept with him on the warm water bed then the next morning he took me outside in a basket with a handle and covered it with a small towel. I was greatful because it was so hot, and this kept the sun off of me. One of his friends had kitty food and brought some to me. I was so hungry. I didn't know when the last time was that I ate. The teenage boy left me with his friend for a minute and brought back a lady, I found out later to be his mom. The boy wanted to keep me. I wanted it so bad I hopped out of the basket and into her arms. The boy's name was Marc and he told her how he got me. She said someone must be looking for me and that notices and papers were going to be put out all over the neighborhood for a found kitten. Until then, the family called me Kitty. Well, it was my luck, no one said they lost a kitten, and I have been with them every since, known as Miss Kitty. I WAS THE FIRST AND SHOULD HAVE STAYED THE ONLY.
Bio: Miss Kitty contracted Pancreatitis in May 2009. When the vet prescribed special food, it slowed down the progression of Pancreatic cancer. She remained relatively strong until after Thanksgiving, 2010 where a steady plunge downhill ensued. We had a scheduled trip between December 18th and 26th where she boarded with the vet. It was on Christmas Eve that the vet called and related that Miss Kitty had been sick off an on and asked permission for Ultra sound testing and a CBC. Upon our return on the 26th, with the meds prescribed plus the antibiotic for hepatitis, she she seemed to get somewhat better until New Year's Eve where she took a terrible turn. Unable to keep anything on her stomach, she discontinued eating. It was on January 6, 2011, that she crossed to the bridge, aided by the vet and I. We believe our beloved Miss Kitty, was waiting for our return to see us one more time before asking us for relief from this life of pain. She is now free.
My dear furrends of Catster I am writing to you tonight as my last diary entry here on earth. I will be journeying to the bridge because my body can no longer sustain me. My spirit is still wanting to be free but my body is holding it captive. I know I can be free at the bridge. I told Meowmy not to cry for me, but be happy for me. I will be free from pain. I will be able to climb trees higher than I have even been able to. And if I get wings, I will be able to fly with the birds I wished I could have caught while here on earth. I will be able to eat tuna, salmon, anything I want and be able to enjoy it without the sickness that follows. Meowmy will no longer see me waste away. She will no longer wish she could hold me in her lap and feel guilty that she is in school. She will no longer see me turn away from my food or stagger from weakness when I come to greet her at the door when she comes home from school.
My furrends at Catster I loved readiing everyfurs diary, I loved baseball, movies and golf at Tigger's, I loved the cruises and furrends at C&D and Tabbies...and Jack...you gave me so much joy when I was your secret pal...I gave you my heart when I traveled the world to find the perfect secret gift. Jack I will always love you.
Everyfur..you gave me such joy and I will take these thoughts...these gifts you have given me...better than any material gift...that is your love and friendship...to the bridge with me furever. This is not good-bye..for I will be seeing you all once again.
I love each and every one of you...Thank you all...
Today Meowmy brought me home after boarding at the vet for 10 days. While I was there I became sicker and the vet performed blood work and an ultra sound. He found that I have hepatitis. It isn't the kind that I can give to my sisters, and he has given me 3 prescriptions-an anti inflamatory, an antibiotic, and a steroid. I took the last stomach pill to settle my stomach, tonight before I came home. Even though I eat constantly, I lost 1 pound during my stay. The vet thinks he can cure the hepatitis, but the reason I have hepatitis, he thinks may only become worse with time. The lining of my intestines is getting thinner and my white blood count is very high. The C word came up which brought tears to Meowmy's eyes. She needent cry.
She has given me such a good life. A warm home, blinds I can climb on, trees I can scurry up and a warm waterbed for me to sleep on when I was a kitten...that is before I put a hole in it. She has given me more love than most stray cats can stand, but I am a lap cat and Meowmy is cold all of the time, so I oblige her by laying in her lap and keeping her warm. We just spent several hours together, me in her lap helping to keep her warm on this cold night.
When I got home I found gifts waiting for me from my furrends...Jack, my best furrend, Cat Girl, and someone named Anonymous who I would like to thank as well. You all have been such good furrends during the time I have been on Catster.
There are no furrends like the furrends at Catster. I love you all and wish everyfur and their furmalies a Happy New Year.
This entry is dedicated to all of us over 9 years old. Once you hit the big 1-0 its straight down hill. On the subject of getting older.....Let me tell you...Because I have a stomach problem I have been placed on a type of canned something the vet tries to push off as 'food.' Well one label says venison another says duck and the 3rd tastes so bad I don't even know what it is called. The first two cans mentioned taste so far from their labels and the third can I won't mention what it tastes like. One day I got so tired of the 'watered cardboard in a can, I sneaked upstairs into the room where Meowmy puts what used to be 'our' food, (now it is 'their' food). Well, I looked both ways before crossing into the room and..no Meowmy. So I found the plastic container, opened the lid and dipped my paw into it to pull out the good stuff. I felt so good about myself. I got the real thing and didn't get caught. Now for my gettaway. Butttt... after a second time, I was caught red-pawed by Meowmy's hidden camera. Then to make matters worse, she posted the video on my page. I understand we are supposed to get wiser with age, well I made a terrible decision to get into 'their' food. My stomach rebelled and I was sick as a dog. Why there is such a saying as that, I don't know because cats can get terribly sick too. Anyway, I got sick as a cat. Got lots of attention from Meowmy, but stll sick as a cat. There are good things about getting older. Such as the duty of guarding the house is now passed to my sister and I can sleep as long as I want. Also, Meowmy lets me walk all over the table and counters, eat at the table. Meowmy thinks I have kitty demensia so I can get away with anything. But the joke's on her. Don't tell her that I have all of my faculties and I just act decrepid. Its our secret..O.K....So those are a few things I have to say on the subject of getting older.