Leave a treat for Xena Nicknames: Xena B, Zee Bee, Zee Zee, ZZ Top,Zina Banina,Bean Bunny,Beezel,BezaBub,Triple B, Quick Bio:
-part feral
-cat rescue
Gotcha Date: April 10th 2009 Coloration: Gray Tabby Likes: quiet bonding time with her furrever Mommy and Daddy..playing and playing some more Pet-Peeves: new people, cats that won't play with her, coats that make a swishing noise Favorite Toy: bouncy balls, christmas fuzzy bar bell, Fluff Dog's tail Favorite Nap Spot: in her cat bed Favorite Food: kitten fancy feast Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: Xena was adopted after being socialized by a wonderful lady who works with a TNR Program. After losing our dear Wriggley, we were heartbroken and not sure if we could take on another kitty so soon. But opening up our heart and home to a kitty that needs our help is the way to heal and honor the memory of Wriggley.
As soon as we saw her photo, we were in love. She is a sweet little girl with a beautiful face. Our first meeting proved to be just as memorable. She slept in my husband's arms for 2 hours. Keeping in mind that she was feral when she was trapped, shows how far she has come. Bio: Xena was found in a colony of feral cats and kittens in a nearby town. The agency PawsWatch traps and spays/neuters and works with the kitties to socialize and tame them to allow for them to be adopted. Those that are to wild and will not be suitable for living in a home are returned to the location where they were trapped to live out their lives. The numbers in the feral colony will hopefully decline through attrition. We are thrilled to be giving her an opportunity to live a wonderful, long, and pampered life. Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: Xena the Warrior Princess The Groups I'm In: ♥♥FORGET ME NOT♥♥, ♥Artistic Creations♥, ***Dallas Cowboys Rock***, **Catstertown**, **Tabbies With 'Tudes** , FANCYPANTS CAFE, Hey! You Look Like Me!, a true egyptian wedding, C & D CRUISE LINE, Catster Fun Time, Dogster & Catster Forever!, Multiple Cat households!!!, Purr It Forward, Shades of Gray, Stunning photos, The Hazel Lucy Appreciation Society, Tigger's Archives, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~
My diary entries from the past few years have told you of my cunning and avoidance of not going to the vets.
Mom became very upset with Dad that he let my sweet face and big scared eyes make him think that I should not be put through the torture of going like everyone else. The last time he tried, there was blood shed..and it wasn't mine.
Friday night Mom got me to follow her into Dad's room that they have turned into a big closet. There is no where for me to hide and she could get to me easily. She tricked me with toy mice to get me to go in there and closed the door and left me there all night. The nerve of her...hmmmph...
I went to sleep in the warm kitty bed and when she came into see me, I purred and purred. Being alone in the room actually calmed me down. Not much calms me down.
In the morning she came back and scooped me up and told me that I was such a good girl. She hugged me and the next thing I knew, I was getting a blanket thrown over my head... I got a little squirmy. But then she had me in the carrier already and they locked the door.. I was tricked..totally fooled.
I let out a huge cry. But that was it. I only said a few things at the vets when talking to the other little black kitty that apparently was tricked, just like me.
Mom here...
Xena was a good girl. She cried a bit when I closed her in the room. But she really calmed down fast. It is funny how when she is alone, her anxiety and nevousness is lessened considerably. The other cats bring out the crazies.
She was calm...although nervous at the vet. She may have a little heart murmur. But it diminished when the vet pushed on her eyes. She made a note.
I really thought they would need the hawk gloves to restrain her. But she just sat there on the table and when they were done, she walked right back into the carrier on her own.
The vet said that we certainly have the difficult part.
The last diary I posted was about how I got out of going to the vets.
That was quite a while ago and Mom said enough is enough. Saturday is the day. 8:00 am because that is when I am hungry and I easily let Dad pick me up and bring me downstairs.
Dad whines that I will be afraid and upset with him.
And yes, although I will be very unhappy, I must get a check up and my shots.
I am still not going to appreciate it and will certainly hold it against someone.
This time I heard her tell Dad that she will not try to be the hero and get me in the carrier all by herself.
