Leave a treat for Coopurr Nicknames: Coop, Coops, Coopurr-Poopurr, Sweetie-Pie, Toops, Chubs, Lil Buddy, Coopie, Coopie-cabra Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue
Gotcha Date: April 30th 2009 Birthday: October 8th 2008 Coloration: Blue Likes: Ro, laser light, treats, Ro, sucking his thumb, Ro, kisses and Ro. Pet-Peeves: The water bottle. He's absolutely disdainful of farts. He cries and squirms when picked up. And he loathes having his nails trimmed. Favorite Toy: His little friend, Ro. Favorite Nap Spot: In his bed or with his meowmmy Favorite Food: C is for Coopurr and for COOKIES!!!!!!! (His lysine treats) Skills: Fetching, playing catch, bird watching, thumb sucking and giving kisses on command. He's the greatest toilet paper artist in all of Brooklyn and dabbles in paper towel art. Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: My first Russian Blue, Felix, passed away on March 30, 2009, after a lengthy illness. After a week of major guilt over wanting to adopt again after my grief was so new, I found a Russian Blue kitten named "Teeny Tiny" on the Bideawee (in Manhattan) website.
I called immediately, only to find out that he was on medical hold. I was, however, permitted to go in to meet with the ktten just to see if we were compatable.
That very first night, I fell in love, and I fell hard. Coopurr jumped into my lap and didn't want to leave. He gave me kisses and nearly fell asleep with his head on my leg.
For the next month, it was back and forth. I'd visit him as often as I could, and just kept hoping for some good news on his eye ulcers that just didn't want to heal.
Finally...on April 30 -- one month to the day of Felix's passing -- I officially adopted Coopurr.
After seeing a veterinary ophtalmologist over the course of the spring and summer, I'm very relieved to say that his eye has healed. In fact, he won't even need surgery! Bio: Coopurr is named after CNN anchor extraordinaire, Anderson Cooper. They're both silver foxes, so the name suits him well. His full name is Coopurr Anderson Hays Vanderbilt Novak.
Coop is a very affectionate kitten, giving lots of kisses and sleeping with me every night.
His energy is astounding. He enjoys playing like a clumsy but tough little boy and changes his favorite toy every day. However, he perfers anything with feathers or any toy that remotely resembles vermin.
He's now settled in his forever home, and gets as much love as he gives. Oh, and he's no longer "Teeny Tiny"! Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: I still suck my thumb... The Groups I'm In: **Catstertown**, PETS for OBAMA, Russian Blue Mixes, Brooklyn Pets, I Knead You, I'm no longer alone!, Information and support on FHV, Russian Blue Cats!, The Few, We Support Spay Neuter The Last Forum I Posted In: upper respiratory infection advice Accolades: Diary Pick, Sunday, October 11, 2009.
Cat of the Day, Monday, October 26, 2009.
Diary Pick, Thursday, December 17, 2009.
Diary Pick, Friday, February 19, 2010.
Diary Pick, Monday, March 29, 2010.
Diary of the Day, Friday, April 2, 2010
Diary Pick, Sunday, April 4, 2010.
Diary Pick, Tuesday, June 29, 2010.
Diary Pick, Friday, December 3, 2010.
Stuff on My Cat, Wednesday, January 12, 2011
You'd think that after TWO Russian Blues, the Meowther would no longer underestimate the intelligence of my breed. But no. She still thinks I don't know how to S-P-E-L-L. In particular, the word V-E-T.
Yeah, I heard her discussing it yesterday. Appurrently, she's taking me back there on Monday for S-H-O-T-S!
Furs, let's be real here...I **KNOW** all about S-H-O-T-S. I just had some a couple of weeks ago for that lung stuff!
I don't know what these S-H-O-T-S are for. And I just don't understand why she has to torture me by shoivng me in that bag with the zipper and allowing these people to poke and prod at me while they discuss every last little blue fur on my body.
I'm a good kitty. I don't deserve such atrocities. And I just don't know why she keeps dragging me back to that awful place!
I shall post of my traumas on Monday. Til then...send purrs...
Furst of all, I want to thank everyone for the well wishes while I was sick. Meowmmy was so scared that it was something really horrible, and we appurrciated the comforting thoughts.
HOWEVER...that doesn't eliminate the fact that my chest is still BARE. In the middle of the COLDEST WINTER EVER KNOWN TO CATKIND!
When I find out whose brilliant idea it was to shave me, I'm gonna go all Brooklyn on their butt! The only problem is that I think Meowm had a hand in that decision, and if I go all Brooklyn on HER butt, then she might stop opening cans for me. Or worse yet...she might hide Ro!!!
Now...Valentine's Day!!! I'm not allowed to date, so I just let Meowm be my Valentine. And she got me some cool stuff. I got a Wubba...and a little catnip puppy...and CATNIP BUBBLES. I got a ton of extra treats, too.
Also, we celebrated a year with Ro last night!!! Yes, it was my furst anniversary with my beloved Ro toy! Oh, the memories...like when I lost her and cried, and Meowm had to go buy me another one. And all of the times I've carried her into Meowmmy's bed and lost her in the covers...oh, Ro...! Sighhhh...
So I was couging. At furst, Meowmmy thought it was a furball. But she called the vet, and the tech told her to wait it out.
Meowm waited it out for about an hour until I started going into FITS of coughing. Dr. B agreed with Meowmmy -- it was no hairball.
As per USUAL...NO ONE bothered to consult with ME. And so she scooped me up and shoved me in the carrier and the next thing I knew...I was on the scale on that cold silver table at the vet's office!!!!
Meowm said she knew I was pretty sick because I was BEHAVING. Even when Dr. B CHOKED me. Yes, he did. HOw would you like that, furs? Some dude putting this cold medallian thingie on your chest and squeezing the furballs outta you? Not. Nice.
They took pictures of me, and Meowm was crying and pacing. I wasn't sure why. She doesn't cry and pace when she takes pics of me at home.
Oh, and they stuck me with needles, too!!!! FOUR of them!!!
The pictures told The Choker that I have a slightly large heart. And they wanted to check me for Cardiomyopathy.
The Choker did tell Meowm that my heart might be a little big because I'm a big kitty. But Meowm said all along that it's just a little big because there's so much love in it.
I did stop coughing -- I think he choked it out of me. Or maybe it was those needles in my butt...
But she took me back again YESTERDAY...and you are NOT going to BELIEVE what horrors they inflicted upon me...
Furs...they SHAVED MY CHEST and GAVE ME A NIP-SLIP!!!!
And then they covered me in GOOP, and took a video of me!
I was just MORTIFIED...and all I wanted to do was CLEAN MYSELF when I got home. It was pretty horrible.
BUT...Meowm said there was some good news. Yesterday, The Choker said that my lungs weren't naerly as congested as they were on Saturday, and that the medicine in those needle thingies worked.
Today, the Cardiologist said that I do NOT have cardiomyopathy. THey're all in agreement that it's a lower respiratory infection. And Meowm has to monitor me for coughing. If that starts again...I have to go back ALL OVer AGAIN and get some kind of tracheal wash. It doesn't sound good.
But I am feeling so much better. And Meowm was right all along. I just have a big heart because there's so much love in it!
