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<title>Dreams Do Come True</title>
<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true</link>
<description>Catster diary for the cat Sweets</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Sweets &amp; Catster</copyright>
<pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 15:38:22 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Like a Boss! ...</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 07:22:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>There was a past Catster site article titled: &quot;My Tripod Would Be the Alpha Cat If It Weren't For He ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There was a past Catster site article titled: "My Tripod Would Be the Alpha Cat If It Weren't For Her Missing Leg"

What?  I knew that I was special and I was slowly asserting my right(s) as the true Queen and Alpha even before I <i>(wrestled with the alligator who thought my leg would "taste like chicken" )</i> had my amputation surgery.
But, it all became the most clear to me that I was not "like them" [Nuk and Gabby] when I got my own "Recovery Condo".  Once I got out of that condo (and the Cone of Shame) it was time to put my paw down, so to meow.

Like a boss... I can make the humans do all of the stupid human tricks that I've taught them.  
"Turn the water on, turn it off, now turn it on again"  "Give me your sofa seat and you sit on the floor".  "Lift me up, there where I'm looking at - get it?"

I can make the humans also do a ridiculous dance.  All I need to do is walk in front of them and suddenly drop and plop over on my side. Oh that one is so highly amusing that if you haven't tried it for yourself, I suggest you do!   The graceless, awkward moves that ensue from your human will have you smiling for days. Days!

Like a boss... I can make the Striped Nuisance take a wide path around me, with just a look in his direction.  More hilarity!  
When Nuk wants be "somewhere" and I'm in his way, he walks around me.  Giving me a wide berth and wary glances that say "Look, I'm avoiding you, so could you, you know, maybe avoid launching yourself at me?"

Like a boss... I get *my* way and get what I want 98% of the time. (The other 2% is split between my not having or being able to do "things that are dangerous/harmful to me" and what I can only assume is general human contrariness)

Like a boss... I'm not afraid of the snow and I get the most outdoor "porch time"

Like a boss... I show benevolence and tolerance towards the Wookie. (Unless she's in her super-annoying playful young-one mode and thinks that I'm her toy)

Like a boss... When our litter boxes are scooped in the morning, I'm the first one who goes and "makes her mark".

Like a boss... I am never "rousted" from a sleeping place.  If I am sleeping comfortably on the bed and a human wants to take a nap, the human also knows that he/she/they must arrange themselves around me - NOT the other way around.

I'm "like a boss" because I am the boss!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My 5th year Gotcha Day and my tale of superiority...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/782444</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 May 2012 08:00:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Thank you friends for celebrating my Gotcha Day/Birthday with me. Everything is better when shared w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you friends for celebrating my Gotcha Day/Birthday with me. Everything is better when shared with friends.

My lovely (nearly) twin Ishtar sent me a beautiful Emerald.

Tigger, Cali, Scaredy Cat,  Sobe, Bent Ear, Onyx and kittens sent me a love Bluebird to chase.
(I still haven't caught it)
Sending purrs back to Bent Ear... He's been having some crystal problems. (As a 'urinary dieter' I sympathize !)

Samoa sent me a Tulip (nearly as pretty as she herself is!)

Meep and Bibi sent me a pretty red LadyBug !

Sofie  and Ginger sent me a delicious Shrimpy

Ingen sent me an 'Adoptive Ribbon'

Natalie the NatCat sent me a lovely Red Rose bud

The "M Crew" sent me a Red Heart.

Fellow Tripod Art Blakey sent me a Blue Iced Cuppycake!

The always amusing DA TABBIES O TROUT TOWNE sent me a lovely Pawmail.

~ Thank you Friends ! ~

Now for my tale... If there remained any lingering doubts about *who* is the actual boss of the house, they would have been shattered recently.

I sat just inside of the doorway of the bedroom and refused to let that large Striped Nuisance inside. 
He tried to sidestep me, I moved to block him.  He tried to walk right past me. I smacky-pawed him. He tried to get past me on the left. (SMACK!) ~ He tried to get past me on the right (SMACK!)

This went on for an amazing amount of time (and smacks)
But, finally, the fact that he was not going to be permitted to enter the bedroom, sunk into his ever-so-large but dull head.  He skulked off to go sleep on the sofa instead.

A few days later. I took up my "guard" position, but this time outside the bedroom doorway.  Striped Nuisance was inside and wanted out from the bedroom and I again refused to let him pass.
All the same behaviors as before from both of us, but this time he gave up and went to sleep aside of Papa's dresser.

(Nuk needs bossing around, every now and then, otherwise he forgets just who is 'in charge' and he starts to fancy that he might be.  Poor, delusional, Striped Nuisance)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>April showers ~ Tortury hours.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/773542</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Apr 2012 20:37:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I've been to our vet so many times now.  I consider it a success if I get to go back home on the sam ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been to our vet so many times now.  I consider it a success if I get to go back home on the same day that I went.  It's an even larger success if I get to come home with everything that I went there with!  ~ In that sense, our annual vet visit was a sound success.

My heart murmur is no better ~ but more importantly it is no worse ! (My vet uses a 5 point scale to grade murmurs and mine is a 3/5)  I gained a pound.  (and now we are all going to have to eat the "moderate calorie" version of my urinary food.)

I think that I must know everyone who works in the tortury. They certainly seem to all remember and love me.  I get to hear about how cute and spunky I am.  At one point Papa had Gabby and I both out of our carriers. Gabby was huddling with her nose buried in Nuk's side. (As if, he could comfort or protect her.) I sat myself on the floor in front of my carrier and proceeded to try to open the door with my super-cat powered front paws.  No luck.  That carrier door wouldn't open again, no matter how I tried.

I wouldn't sit still on the scale (so I really think my *weight* ought to be taken with an asterisk. It might not be correctly reported.)  When the thermometer made my intimate acquaintance, I kept lifting my remaining back leg off of the table and "pawstanding" to try to dislodge the uninvited intruder. (Finally it beeped, signifying its desire to be removed from me.)  

I had some blood and some pee stolen from me. (Those two don't count towards my "leaving without things removed from me") Something called a "senior blood panel" is being done to my blood.
I expect though there won't be any surprises in those results.  I've always had well functioning organ systems... excepting my heart.
My breathing is clear, there's no extra fluid building up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Our first snow - a.k.a &quot;Where did my heat go?&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/746909</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 21:54:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Saturday brought with it some snow.  Those who knew me last year (pre-amputation) know that snow day ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Saturday brought with it some snow.  Those who knew me last year (pre-amputation) know that snow days were horrible days for me.  I hid, screamed, and hopped about on three legs.
I'm still hopping about on three legs, that's a permanent thing now, but winter time is so much more pleasant without the pain that my leg brought me.

The house heat was turned on a few days prior to the snow storm. I know Mama had been wondering if I was going to continue my "face baking" ways of previous years in front of the heat.  I was pleased to supply her with an affirmative answer to that question.  (If you can remember, the x-ray from my good leg, did show last year the early signs of arthritic spurs in my foot.  I wonder how that's doing a year later and being now my *only*  [back] foot?)  
As soon as I discovered the lovely heat emanating from the wall, I resumed *my* position in front of the heat and there I stay until I want to eat or get a drink from my personal fountain or some cuddles from Mama or Papa.

The day of the snow, all was still light outside yet.  A darkened, snowy type of light, but I could tell it was daytime.  Nuk and Gabby were asleep on the bed and I was happily face-baking.  
Then a horrible thing happened, my heat started to go away.  Very slowly it left me and did not return.  I sought out Mama and lodged my complaint. I meowed and meowed in much the same way that I *demand* to go out on the back porch, but my heat did not return.  
I complained to Mama some more and she tried to explain to me that we were powerless.
If we are powerless, she is powerless to provide me with heat. Unacceptable.  I snorted my displeasure at her and hopped back in front my heat.  If it was coming back, I would be there meet its return.

The light grew darker and Papa came home early from work.  "Papa, papa" I cried. "Mama has no power to give us heat."  Papa told me of a time when we had oil heat and ran out in the middle of the night.  Before the oil truck came to fill up our tank that night, the cats who lived here were so cold themselves that they ended up coming under the covers to keep warm, with Mama and Papa.  
Nuk paced around the house, aware that something was different. Gabby begged for food.  Mama lit candles and placed them up high. Papa got the oil lamps ready and they discussed what they would do for supper.

The house grew dark as evening approached and still my beloved heat had not returned to me.  Finally, 6 hours after my heat had abandoned me, with a flash it returned!  Then it left again.  It returned and left, several more times before the night turned again to morning.  But, it never again left me completely.  I said to the heat "I will make you a deal.  I will not abandon you and you will not abandon me, ok?" ... and being heat (and not intelligent) it said nothing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kitty Kat Talk Tag</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/736080</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 22:50:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I read about this new game called 'Kitty Kat Talk Tag' in Gabby's Diary.  It seems she got it from C ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I read about this new game called 'Kitty Kat Talk Tag' in Gabby's Diary.  It seems she got it from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/915750/diary/Colettes_diary/736044">Colette's Diary</a>
[I'm not really surprised Gabby was the first of our family to play] It seems like it's a really easy game to play and there are no rules! 

You just have to answer a few Questions. So please PLAY ALONG, everyfur!

<b>1. Your Meowmy or Dad is asleep and you are furry hungry; You would.....</b>

Wow.  There are so many varied ways to wake a human.  Let me consider the *wisdom* of revealing my *methods* (well, past the ones, I've already revealed.)
Walking on them works, pawing at them, biting their hair, burrowing under the covers...

<b>2. You are furry sleepy and are sleeping on a top ledge; Meowmy or Dad would say..........</b>

"Aw, look at the Itty" and I would watch them through slit open eyes to make sure that they just pass on by.

<i>** I feel I must add, that regardless of *what* Gabby may write on her diary, the very *idea* of her Wookieness being on a "top ledge" is laughable as well as nearly 'physically impossible' ~ While ducks may waddle and fly, Wookies seem able to only waddle ** </i>

<b>3. You saw a dog who wants to chase something; what's the furry furst thing you would you say or do?</b>

"Bye bye doggy!" and then I think to myself "You'll never catch whatever you're chasing."

<b>4. Your Meowmy or Dad wants you to stop tearing the furniture. You would...</b>

Stop for a moment, give them a look that says "You're not the boss of me." and continue.

<b>5. Your Kitty Kat emergency box, full of fur fashions, is locked. Oh No! You would....</b>

That's a confusing question.  I don't wear clothes and the only fur I wear is my own, so...
I guess I would do nothing.

Okay, I don't "Tag" ~ But if you liked reading my answers and want to show me yours, consider yourself "Tagged"

HAVE FUN!!

Headbonks…]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Air Conditioner Came Out of the Window and Caused an Earthquake!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/734378</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 22:19:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>It's been cool enough lately and we haven't used our air conditioner much this summer. There was tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's been cool enough lately and we haven't used our air conditioner much this summer. There was that horrible week in July where the temperatures refused to come out of the 100F/38C range.  Our weather has been pretty mild for the month of August.  (Tonight even, Papa is under a heavy blanket sleeping, while Mama helps me type this up.)
It was cool enough tonight to make me want to *cuddle.* ~ Mama was sitting with her feet on the edge of the couch and her legs bent up.  That's the perfect position for me to curl myself up on Mama's warm chest, while my butt rests against her legs.  We had a nice cuddle.... until it was medicine and tooth brushing time!

I watched as Papa and Mama removed the air conditioner this morning.  They set it on the floor (just in case it has to go back in.  Historically, when the children return to school summer seems to enjoy a resurgence) and they set a nice, folded soft light blue blanket on top it.  I like that!  It makes a nice queenly napping place that has a little bit of *height* and softness.

Later today, in the afternoon the house started to feel like it was moving back and forth. Mama thought it was either me or Nuk demanding attention by grabbing, kneading and pulling the side of her computer chair.  She looked around for a cat but none of us were near.  Mama stood up and walked through the house, feeling like the house was swaying.  Nothing fell from the walls or shelves, but it was a strange feeling.

One more item for evidence that I am the "boss" of the house....  When the strange rock and sway of the house started Nuk made himself really low to the floor and slunk/crawled his way towards the bedroom to go hide himself under the bed!
Gabby stayed out with her face turned towards me, watching me while I sat on the floor of the living room, looking all around me, but I didn't run and I didn't hide.

Mama grabbed the phone, locked us in the house and went outside, where the other neighbors were coming out of their houses. "Did you feel it?" they were asking each other. "What was it? Earthquake?!"  ~ This is Pennsylvania and earthquakes are not common here. (This was a first for all of us at home.)

Papa was on his way home on break from work and said his first thought was that "the wind was somehow strongly shaking his car."  His second thought was "Is something wrong with my engine?" "It felt like his car was surfing." He told Mama that he knew something was wrong when just about every other house had the people standing outside in front of it.  He parked his car and he and Mama had the "Did you feel it? What was it? Earthquake!" conversation and put the TV on to learn that the earthquake originated in Virginia. Friends of ours have reported feeling it all the way up to just outside Toronto, Canada.

We're all fine (and Nuk's pride and dignity seemed to not have suffered)
I have, yet again, established that *I* am the real ruler of this household. (as if there was ever any doubt.)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Like Kale !  Return of the Stinker (and other things...)</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/733798</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Aug 2011 22:25:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I want to start with a complaint... I do the &quot;photo test&quot; for our family last night and *he* writes  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I want to start with a complaint... I do the "photo test" for our family last night and *he* writes about it? (Making himself look smart and dandy?  
*sigh* I guess *he* needs all the help he can get.)

That particular (photo test) picture was taken from outside on the back porch....  What's wrong with that picture?  I'm inside!  Separated from the porch by first the back door window glass and also the screen door window glass.  So close but yet so far from my beloved back porch.
I'm protesting the fact that I'm inside and Mama is outside with the camera. A situation that should never be! 
(But it does make a great "Solidarity" picture to go with my recent diary about my shelter's fight for their lives.)

Mama was cutting up Kale for a soup tonight and I decided that she needed help with her discarded stalks.  I jumped up on my 'furniture/step' took a stalk and ran away with it.  Later she saw the kale stalk discarded on the floor, bitten but uneaten.

I did something last night that I haven't done in a looooooooong time. 
I used to wake up my family by batting at the cord that goes to the clock/alarm clock. As I batted that cord it would hit the wall and make a "tap tap tap tap tap" noise. It was enough to wake Papa, which would then also wake Mama and (Taddaam, like magic) I had their instant, undivided attention. (bliss!)
Papa moved the cord and trapped it out of my reach which took my (magic) waker (and fun) away.

I had to seek a new and creative way to work my waking again.  Some time passed and then I found Papa's "penny jar" aside of his dresser.  I learned that if I pulled that jar with my claws and then let go that it would rock back into the dresser and make a "bang" noise.  The "bang" was much better (effective) than the "tap" and it only took 3 times at most to make Papa wake.
Have you guessed yet that the "penny jar" quickly found a new area, away from my reach?

Years passed and I perfected my "walk on them, bite their hair, bat their heads" techniques of waking and I forgot about this little waking trick... Until last night !
There is a triangle piece of wood that should be a shelf for the side of the entertainment center. (Except it's not being used for that.  In the summer, this piece of wood supports the black fan head when it comes off its stand to sit on the floor.)  Some person put this piece of wood aside of my "bed bench" which is also next to Mama's dresser.
Last night at 02:36 am I decided that I wanted attention and to get that attention, I need my family awake!  I jumped onto my 'bed bench' (which sits aside of Mama's dresser, simply to make it easier for me to jump onto the bed) and I noticed this piece of wood.

I pawed at the wood and it moved towards me, I took my paw away and the wood slammed back against the dresser making a very loud 'wood hitting wood'  banging sound.  I did it again and once more. *Bang*  *Bang*
... That's all it took, I had both Mama and Papa awake and talking. Papa got up and out of bed to turn on the light.  There I was, all by myself, on my bench smiling!  
Papa said to Mama "She's by herself, he's nowhere near." (I guess they had thought I was Smacky Pawing the Striped Nuisance and in the process hitting the dresser.)

When Papa saw that I had been using the wood to make my waking noise, he said to me "Oh you're a clever one...." and then he took the wood away.  
Achieving my goal of having my family awake, I took the opportunity to sprawl out with them in the bed and make them pet me while I purred.  I sat on each of their pillows for awhile and then decided to get down and go sleep on my 'blanket box' in the computer room !
MoL]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Shelter is in Trouble...</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 10:03:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>This has been going on since the last half of July.  It started with one neighborhood guy complainin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This has been going on since the last half of July.  It started with one neighborhood guy complaining once about the dogs at my shelter.  Then he started to complain about the fact that my shelter is a "business" (although a charitable 501(C) certified business) centered in a residential district.

He phoned complaints to the Code Enforcement Officer, he wrote a letter to the editor in the local newspaper, he complained at a City Council Meeting where he claimed my shelter has 15 dogs. (They've never had double digit dogs, ever.)  He asked the City Council "Why is there a business in a zoned residential district?" 
At the end of that meeting, City Council voted to revoke my shelter's business license.  They were given 30 days to try to find homes for the animals currently living with them.

At the next City Council meeting, Mama and Papa and around 30 other people attended along with my shelter family to refute the claims made against my shelter.
An extension was granted to my shelter in their attempts to find homes for the animals living with them, but what could not be resolved was the zoning use issue.

City Council recommended that my shelter go before the Planning Board and the Zoning Commission in order to seek a zoning variance, for their use of a residential property as a 'home business.'

Five years ago when my shelter first started and their business license was given to them by the city, the zoning issue wasn't a problem.  It is only a problem now, because this man has made it his issue and is complaining everywhere and loudly enough to get the attention of everyone with power.

My shelter has retained a lawyer to help them in this fight and my family is faxing, writing, calling and appearing with their messages of support.

4 years ago, when I was found on the streets the only other shelter local was a kill shelter.  (That shelter in the years since has converted to a No-Kill shelter) But, had the kill shelter found me first, I don't think I would be here now living a life of love and sharing my life with you.  It took my shelter nearly a year to find me my forever home.  I don't know a kill shelter who would have been that patient.

In addition to keeping stray animals off of the streets and getting them the veterinary care they need, while providing them a safe 'home' until they find Forever Families of their own, my shelter does a lot for their local community.  Low-cost spay and neuter, vaccinations and microchipping are some of the services offered by my rescue to the public. They also work to educate the public about all aspects of animal care such as dietary needs, inoculation protocol and emotional care. 

In the current economic climate, foreclosures will continue and owners will continue to relinquish animals they can no longer support. The pet overpopulation problem and resultant strays will continue. It would be a shame and a loss to the community if my shelter is not permitted to continue their work.

I will keep you updated as my shelter and my family with them, moves through the Zoning Commission and the Planning Board hearings.

I know the miracles that the Power of Purr has made, if you would please purr a little purr for my shelter.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Charlie Chocolate Paws Scales of Feistiness</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/731583</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2011 22:05:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Charlie Chocolate Paws Scales of Feistiness

1. Do you make demands of your human? (If you answere ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Charlie Chocolate Paws Scales of Feistiness

1. Do you make demands of your human? (If you answered Yes, give yourself 1 point.) 
<b> Yes, they *need* to be told everything and often </b>
1 point

2. If you make demands by doing any of the following, give yourself 1 point for each:
Persistent meowing ~ <b> Persistence pays off!</b>
1 point

Biting When I want to play ~ <b> Not so much to show I want to play, but biting while playing. </b>
1 point

Smacky Paws ~ <b> I am the Smacky Tomato! MoL </b>
1 point

Relentless staring  ~ <b> What are my big eyes for, if not to make humans cave to my demands. Put the persistent meowing, the relentless stare and a tilted head all together and there is not a human alive who can resist. </b>
1 point

Inappropriate behaviors (i.e., chewing on furniture, electrical cords, the oven) ~ <b> I am far too old and dignified to chew on anything </b>
0 points

3. If you make demands by doing any of the following, subtract 1 point:
Headbonking ~ <b> Oh, guilty as charged</b> 
-1 points

Rubbing and purring on your human ~ <b> Oh, but sometimes more is to be gained through sweetness than nastiness</b>
-1 point

4. If you let your humans rub your belly, subtract 2 points. ~ <b> Oh! I will stop, plop and roll on my side to solicit belly rubs. </b>
-2 points

5. If you let anyone kiss your belly, subtract 5 points. ~ <b> I must confess, I don't understand the desire of a human to 'belly kiss' but I have submitted to this...</b>
-5 points

6. Are you Head of your Household (HOH)? (1 point if you consider yourself HOH) ~ <b> Indisputably!  But, I do not rule with an "Iron Paw" but more of a "Regal" bearing. </b>
1 point

7. If you have kitty (or other animal) siblings, do you:
(Give yourself 1 point for each Yes)
Eat their food? ~ <b> Nuk and I eat from each others and if Gabby has some in her bowl, I feel free to help myself.  Can I claim an extra point for forcing them all to eat my *prescription* diet?</b>
1 point

Demand that they groom you? ~ <b>No ! Who wants Nuk or Wookie spit on them?  Not I. </b> 
0 points 

Chase them? ~ <b> No! I'm not a "thug." </b>
0 points

Stare at them relentlessly? ~ <b> Only if I must engage in a "stare down" with 'him.'</b>
0 points

Stalk them? ~ <b> No! Again, I'm far too dignified to engage in such behavior</b>
0 points

Pounce on them? ~ <b> No! I would have to actually <i>touch</i> one of them to do that.
I have seen them "Cape" each other and it is not a position I ever want to put myself in.  Not either the "Capee" or the "Caped." </b>
0 points

Make them meow? ~ <b> Make them?  I do not make them do anything.</b>
0 points

Steal their (well, *your*) toys? ~ <b> No, I'd rather they be occupied with their toy and therefore leaving me alone.</b>
0 points

Make them growl? ~ <b> No, I am usually the one, screaming or hissing at the indignity and intrusion of their unwanted *advances </b>
0 points

Make their ears go backwards? ~ <b> The backward ear thing seems to be a side effect of the stare down with 'you know who.' </b>
1 point

Pretend to be grooming (or staring at the wall, ceiling, etc.) while actually stalking them? ~ <b> No, but I know exactly *whose* tactic that is.... and he's not quite as *subtle* as he believes himself to be </b>
0 points

8. Have you ever destroyed household items? (1 point for each yes)
Furniture?  ~ <b> Ooooh, the others will probably not admit it, but we each have a paw in destroying the cloth on the 'mushroom' ottoman. </b>
1 point

Clothing or shoes? ~ <b> Some cat *attacked* the leather pants in the closet.  We blamed "Taag' (That's our story and we're sticking to it.) </b>
0 points

Kitty Toys? ~ <b> There is not a toy that our teeth and claws have not eventually destroyed. </b>
1 point

9. Please list any other crazy things you do that are ridiculously feisty (1 point per).
<b> I'm not very ridiculous or feisty.</b>

Total Score (Place your score/name in your Diary Title):

My Score is 2 Feisty Points! I am a LAIDBACK LOVEBUG

0-5 LAIDBACK LOVEBUG: You are a lovebug. You are sweet (and probably floofy) and you go with the flow. Nothing *really* bothers you and you like everybody. You don’t even mind having a feisty sibling! You are a laidback lovebug!

6-15 COOL CAT: You are one cool cat. Smooth with a touch of mischief. You’ve got a bit of feisty in you and a bit of lovebug. Balance is good; you know how to have a good time by chasing and pouncing AND you know how to have a good time by being a mellow kitty and just hanging out. You are a cool cat!

16+ CRAZY FEISTY: You are a nut. A cheeky little monkey! Crazy, feisty, the talk of the town! Chasing kitty sisters, demanding your human feed you NOW, eating your mom’s favorite pair of shoes, turning on the oven with your freakishly strong teeth just because you can! The world is your playground and you’ll try anything once (or twice). If your human can handle the shenanigans of a CRAZY FEISTY kitty cat, all is good! If your human cannot handle the shenanigans, wait until she leaves for work to get crazy and then blame it on your sistercat when your human comes home! You are crazy feisty (and a whole lot of mischievous fun!)!

Any kitty that wants to play is invited! Feel free to tag friends to find out just how feisty your friends are!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lovebug Tag!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/729189</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 20:53:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>1. Meow! Are you a noisy kitty or a quiet kitty? 
I am a &quot;noisy&quot; kitty.  I am also a 'persistently  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 1. Meow! Are you a noisy kitty or a quiet kitty? 
I am a "noisy" kitty.  I am also a 'persistently noisy' kitty.

2. Litterbox! Cover your business or let some other kitty cover? 
I cover the worse of my two products, but I'm sometimes *forgetful* about covering the other.

3. Happy! Favorite Daily Routine?
Going outside isn't a daily thing, but I definitely love it.  I do also love cuddling my family (if some other cat hasn't already claimed them.)

4. Hiss! Least Favorite Routine?
Nuk's idea of play and his 'playful' moods.

5. Ding-Dong! What do you think about visitors to your house?
I don't hide.  I may remove myself to a room farther away from stranger people, but eventually I warm up.  The more visitors there are the longer my 'warming' takes.

6. Friends! Do you like other animals?
I think I would prefer to live alone.  I can tolerate Gabby, but does anycat really *need* a Nuk in their life?  (the answer is "no.")

*** If you've enjoyed reading my answers and would like to "play" ~ Simply consider yourself "Tagged by me." You can title your diary "Lovebug Tag" and copy the questions and answer them. I love reading and learning more about my friends.  Angels can tell about their time at the Rainbow Bridge or before.  Everyone is welcome (and has a bit of the 'lovebug' in them.)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Red Rocks, Running Squirrel and 3 Times an Outing.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/728652</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 08:14:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was some kind of magical, special day.... First I was permitted out on the back porch with ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was some kind of magical, special day.... First I was permitted out on the back porch with Mama in the early afternoon. (When it's just Mama, it's only I who gets to go outside.  If Papa is home, he'll open the door and let the *other two* out with us.  Boooo!)

On my first outing with Mama, there were a few "new" things to explore.  The first is a new lawnmower up on the porch.  All kinds of interesting smells on that one.  The next surprise for me was when I made my way down the porch steps.  There were small red rocks and large white ones.  I knew the white ones were for "walking on" but the red ones give a nice massage if you roll around on them.

Later, in the evening when Papa was home we went outside on the porch again.  This time *they* came out and I don't like to be on the porch when *they* are so I went down to the red rocks. All of a sudden a squirrel ran into our yard.  I chased him up the porch and he nearly ran in the screen door that Papa had propped the 'arm' open on.  Mr Squirrel changed his mind at the last minute though and ran up the side of the wooden porch support to sit himself safely on the roof.  

(You should have seen Nuk's face as the squirrel ran past him.  I swear it was a look of Fear!  Gabby as usual, had a *mostly* blank look on her face like "Huh, what'd I miss?")

Later as the sun was setting we all went out one more time.  This was for only a short time.  I decided that I should jump from the porch side and explore the wonderful red rocks under the porch.  Gabby decided to follow (Gabby see, Gabby do)  After Papa crawled under the porch to retrieve us (because we were ignoring his command of "Gabby, Sweets, come here") we all had to go back inside.  

I hope today is as nice as yesterday, maybe I can go back outside again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some like it hot and some sweat when the heat is on</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/727787</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Jul 2011 20:58:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>It has been hot here this week.  I have been what Mama thinks is &quot;lethargic in the heat.&quot;
There hav ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has been hot here this week.  I have been what Mama thinks is "lethargic in the heat."
There have been the "Air Quality" warnings, that say that outdoor activity is dangerous for and should not be taken by certain "risk" groups.  Among those risk groups are people with heart disease.
Since I am a heart "patient" ~ I do not get to go outside on those days.

Well... today the air conditioner went on and although in past years I've never been a fan of the mechanically cooled and filtered air, today it completely reinvigorated me.
I did not sleep all the day away.  When I did nap, I did so in a cute little curled ball, not in the stretched out straight "discarded rag doll" pose that seems to so upset Mama.  

I was up and moving about the house often today, attacking a ripple in the rug, until mama and papa *fixed* it and ruined that fun.  I was seeking mama and papa's laps and kneading them with my paws. I was being "social" and following my family when ever they went from room to room. It was the complete opposite of "being lethargic in the heat." ~ and i know it made my family very happy to see the return of my active, loving, curious, playful and social self.

Every one here showed some form of improved comfort.  Nuk napped on his carpeted sentry post (instead of the coffee table)  
Gabby went under the bed sheet and curled next to papa when he went to bed.  
Little Ancho slept in a round nest he had made of his bedding and not on top of it.
Sookie slept in her igloo and not aside of it.

It is so interesting to see such a change my behavior.  I have always so loved the heat.
Of course, I had then a leg that was ruining itself from the inside and that really hurt.  Now that I don't have that leg, I wonder if my "can never too warm" preference will go where ever my leg has gone.
I wonder what winter and the winter time house heat will bring.  Will I still want to be "baking" myself or will I be taking a more 'distant' approach to the heat.

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		<title>Mama's *Promise* to me</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/727298</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Jul 2011 13:28:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>She looked up at Papa with tears in her eyes several times during the latest novel she read.  She sa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ She looked up at Papa with tears in her eyes several times during the latest novel she read.  She said "I can see our Smacky in "Skippy" the cardiology affected dog."

She said ...
After this book, she is determined on the timing of my humanely determined demise to push my euthanasia plunger herself.  To tell my doctor and surgeon Lucinda "This is my responsibility."

... On the logic of "If she is responsible for my happiness and care in life, is she not also responsible for administering the final taking of my life out of *mercy*?"

She has also promised me that such a decision would never be made *lightly* and that my happiness and life quality would always be her deciding factors and that my head would be gently cradled in either her hand or Papa's.  Their eyes trained on mine for that moment.  Full of the love that we shared in life.

There are a whole host of Guardian Angels (both human and animal) whose lives are on her soul already. On the day that she and they meet again I expect those creatures (both four legged and two) to look into her heart with grace, mercy and dignity and to there lift the weight that she's carried for so long.

I expect them to be more forgiving of her humanness than she previously could have imagined.

.... and as my shelter Mama said to my Forever Family on my May 30th Fourth Adoption Anniversary. "You have been such a god send for her. Nobody would have done what you are doing for her.  Poor Sweets has been through so much and you are always there for her.  She could not have gotten a better home than yours... Thank you for adopting her."

...But as far as adoptions go, we know it was really *I* who adopted them and not the other way around.  I will always be thankful to Furry Feet Rescue for providing me a safe and loving home for as long as it took to find my Forever Family.

We're amazing, just the way we are.  Perfectly imperfect !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh the Horror !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/726243</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 06:29:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>A package arrived !  A lovely orange papered and ribboned package.  Once it was unwrapped it reveale ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A package arrived !  A lovely orange papered and ribboned package.  Once it was unwrapped it revealed a horrifying visage.  (an extremely detailed close up of the Striped Nuisance's face)
Gabby took one look at it and went running to safety under the bed.  I glanced at it and thought it was stunning, but the tissue paper and bubble wrap were far more exciting !

With Gabby stowed away under the bed, I had the tissue paper and bubble wrap all to myself. I was the happiest girl]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Escape !  From Further Tortures.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/724830</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Jun 2011 17:22:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm a pretty happy kitty !

Because of my cardiac history, my vet (Dr. Lucy, who is also my surgeo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a pretty happy kitty !

Because of my cardiac history, my vet (Dr. Lucy, who is also my surgeon) is not eager to put me under anesthesia. (That's refreshing, because neither is my family.)

My doctor sanded the tooth manually and gave us a tiny little angled cat tooth brush and some (poultry flavour) enzymatic tooth paste.  Since the plaque buildup on my teeth isn't bad and any gum involvement (gingivitis) is only in early stages, perhaps our pro-active *preventative* brushing can keeps things from escalating further.

I've gained a few ounces of weight (From 9.25 pounds to 9.8) and my murmur is no worse.  My temperature was normal and there was no sign of infection going on from that tooth. My lungs sound good (and clear.)

I was a very good and brave girl through out all handling and they even made sure my toothbrush is pink (My carrier is pink, so they must have thought I liked it.)  
The vet tech kept saying. "She's so pretty... She's so good.  It's so nice to have a friendly cooperative one."

I know though... Cooperation gets me home all the faster.  You know what?  I like this toothpaste, I think I'm going to like this particular *ritual.*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To the dreaded Tortury Again....</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/724730</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Jun 2011 15:19:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yes... tomorrow at 4:45 pm, I have an appointment scheduled.  Mama noticed, something is not right w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yes... tomorrow at 4:45 pm, I have an appointment scheduled.  Mama noticed, something is not right with my tooth (my upper left molar) 
Something is not also right with my lower left teeth.  There is one that is blunt and looks (almost) like a human tooth (Bast forbid !)
It's squared off, and the opposing tooth on the right side of my lower jaw is not like that.

I've been eating, resting in the heat. Begging to go outside on the back porch. (although *they* haven't taken me out.)
*** In the human's defense, it's been hot and humid and I'm not allowed on the back porch when the sun is in full force on it.  By their reasoning, if we're under "Air Quality" advisories and human heart patients aren't allowed out in the sun, then so shouldn't I be.
I've learned years ago.... do not argue with human reasoning.

I have a picture of the tooth that's a *concern* and I'm wondering what my vet lady will say tomorrow.  If I have to go under anesthesia again, I know my family will take every precaution to make it as safe for me as possible.
(Pre-operative blood work, Cardiac monitoring and oxygen support through any dental surgery.)

I haven't been showing any symptoms that this tooth is hurt, caried, or otherwise endangered.   It just happened to reveal itself during a "Hovering Mama" inspection of me.
Which yes.... sadly, I endure with much greater frequency than Nuk and Gabby.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My 4 year anniversary of being Gotcha'ed</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/723981</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Jun 2011 20:47:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>There's a saying &quot;Time flies when you're having fun.&quot;  I do know that Time passes much too quickly f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There's a saying "Time flies when you're having fun."  I do know that Time passes much too quickly for my cat mind to *mark.* But I think my time must be "fun" for my family too, because when it came time to send my shelter Mama and Papa an update and pictures of me, Forever Mama had to actually check that it was on May 30th 2007 that I went home with my Forever Family.

Oh my goodness, so many gifts from so many of my friends.  I am so very lucky to have such special cats and their families to share and mark my day with me.  *I will thank you each yet, I promise... (As some of you already know) A certain Striped Nuisance has been *hogging* our typist and has been out *pimping* his face in order to to try win a portrait of himself. (Vanity thy name is Nuk!)
To make matters worse, I feared that he was going to overshadow MY special day with his *Win* 
(but the winner was not posted until today.)
I don't even think his picture is "all that."  To me it looks like an excerpt of a National Geographic cover.  You know, something that would appear above the *headline* ~ "Strange new aggressive, face eating, bat-eared cat sighted. " 

Mama also had another *project* that she was working on. I was allowed to watch an Angel get his wings!

I want to share an awesome poem my friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/990904">Cali</a> made me for my birthday!

Happy Birthday to you!
You live in a zoo! 
With hamsters & a Wookee
And a Striped Nuisance,too!

Happy Birthday from us all!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;Spoiled Rotten&quot; ~ But Not the Boss of the Weather</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/722491</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 May 2011 01:13:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>MoL !

A friend gave Mama a painted sign to hang.  It says &quot;A Spoiled Rotten Cat Lives Here&quot; and t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ MoL !

A friend gave Mama a painted sign to hang.  It says "A Spoiled Rotten Cat Lives Here" and there's a painting of a calico cat on this sign.  Mama said she laughed when her friend gave her the sign.  "A" spoiled rotten cat?  (Singular?) Mama said she would hang this sign over my bed, but I don't have a "bed."  I sleep where I want.

Four years ago that was one of the questions on my 'Adoption' paperwork. In addition to all the financial/veterinary/past animal history questions was the question: "Where will the dog/cat sleep?"  Such a simple question, right?  But the answer is so telling.  When I heard my family explain their answer "Where ever she wants to sleep." I said to myself "Softies!  I'm going to be pampered."

[Don't you think "pampered" is a nicer word than "spoiled?"  Does the word "rotten" <i>really</i> need to follow the word "spoiled?" Aren't things that are spoiled usually rotten as well?  (Such things usually have hairy fungus growing off of them too.  I've checked myself and there certainly is no fungus, hairy or otherwise on me.  Although the Wookie may qualify as a fungus.  Hairy and growing) ~ MoL]

Last week was beautiful 6 straight days of warmth and sun and outdoor excursions to the back porch. I loved it!  Warm wood and unfiltered breezes.  It was fantastic.  I don't get to stay out on the porch for long though, Mama and Papa don't want my ears getting "sunburned."  When we'd come back inside, I'd ask (no, demand!) to go back out again.
I heard the word "No" too many times for my liking.

This week, I have not been outside at all.  It's been raining off and on and the porch is constantly wet. Any little clearing in the rain has me up and demanding that we go ouuttt !
When it rains though, I sleep and hope that when I wake from my nap, it might be sunny again outside.  When I cry Papa laughs at me and says "Oh how you suffer" and then promises on our next sunny day we'll go back outside.  I have him trained so well, I am the 9 pound boss of two humans.  Now... if only I could be the boss of the weather quite so easily.

Speaking of "training" I'm trying the impossible.  I'm trying train the Wookie in my ways.  That's a tough task.  Her loyalty seems first and foremost to food.  She's as fickle as the Striped Nuisance is fickle with his thuggish affections.  I did manage to teach her "How to wake people"  She picked that up really quickly (probably because breakfast is involved.)  I think she was amazed the first time my people waking techniques worked for her.  Sometimes I'll tell her. "You go wake them, I don't want to be the *blamed* one" and like a good little minion, she wakes them while I watch.  

The Wookie has also discovered the "joy" of the kitchen window (MY kitchen window) She even uses my 'step furniture' to help herself to get there.  She thinks that if I'm already sitting in the window that I might share the view with her.  I've told her, with my most serious look "This window isn't big enough for both of us." (It technically is, but I don't want to share.) There are enough other windows, let her go sit in one of them. Let her play "Chase and Romp" with the thug. 

... and the thug?  He's been pretty un-thuggish to me.  Of course, I don't trust him, he made his *reputation* years ago.  A strange thing happened the other day.  I was sleeping on the couch on the left side cushion, the Wookie was sleeping was the right side cushion ( and quite properly observing the rules of "personal space." )  When I went to sleep all was well.  When I woke, I opened my eyes and saw the most disturbing thing.  The thug was sleeping on the middle cushion! (which is far too close to me for my liking.) 
He was closer to me than he was to Gabby.  Unacceptable!  So I went and took *his* sleeping spot on the bed. (On the bed against Mama's body pillow and near her head pillow.)

Everything else is usual here.  Without fail, Every night. I take my quartered pill.  Nearly every day the three of us are stalked by the camera. (I'm sure Mama is trying to fill my 200 permitted photos.)  Guess who doesn't like to sit to have her picture taken? Wookie!
Mama starts arranging the lighting and the Wookie says "I'm outta here!"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Heart for Life ~ 29th April Vet Visit</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/720423</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 13:30:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I still have a Grade 3 heart murmur. My 19th January surgical EKG showed no evidence of arrhythmia.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I still have a Grade 3 heart murmur. My 19th January surgical EKG showed no evidence of arrhythmia. (Mama and Papa looked over my chart printouts.)  My 13th January pre-operative bloodwork results (Senior Panel sent to Antech) were all within normal values. Nothing even "borderline high or low." Even my thyroid is functioning as it should.

All organ systems are healthy except my heart. I somehow did, after surgery develop heart damage.  (Which coincided with a three pound weight loss.) I was 12 pounds prior to surgery and at my last vet visit and today I weigh 9 pounds.  Nine pounds is a better weight for my spine and my remaining leg.  As long as I can hold my weight and not lose more, I'll be happy.

My family declined an Ultrasound. I think it is not so important to know "how or in what way" my heart is damaged.  I will not better from knowing.  Nothing can reverse this, but it can be slowed.  That's what my Benazepril is for. 
I trust that Papa and Mama can monitor for the varying signs of Left sided vs Right sided heart failure.

My chest x-ray from today shows a mildly enlarged heart, but not encroaching on my trachea and no fluid has built up around either my heart or lungs. I must continue on the Benazepril and I am not advised to utilize aspirin therapy at this point. 
(My family has to cut 100 pills into quarters.  We have enough medicine to last over a year.)  I will laugh to watch my family do "magic" and turn 100 pills into 400 ~ MoL

I really do seem as healthy and happy as could be. My family does not intend to pursue any aggressive measures in treatment or further diagnoses.

I do however, have an ongoing "date" with my vets every 6 months.  Just what I wanted, right?  Well, as long as the trip is quick, I get to home right afterward and there no stitches in me, or body parts missing.  It's good !

[Human Speak]
Our house is a little calmer today than it was 29 days ago. It was really good to schedule Sweets' appointment with her usual vet and surgeon. I appreciate a vet who looks us in the eye and takes the time to talk to us and answer our questions.

HUGE Thanks for your purrs and prayers. I don't know what I would do without my Cat friends and Hero Rat!

Her heart murmur can be heard in different areas, but is still a grade 3. (and as we knew, her heart disease is something we can slow, but not reverse.) The pill must continue for the rest of her life. But for now, it is only one. We do not need diuretic to manage fluid buildup and we do not need aspirin to thin her blood. 

Studies have shown that asymptomatic cats live longer than cats in congestive heart failure, who in turn live longer than cats who have experienced a thromboembolism. (thrown a clot) She appears at present without symptoms. Without pleural effusion. Without edema, without fatigue, without coughing, straining to breathe or panting.

For now, life continues how it always has, except she gets a little more spoiled time and special attention. 

Oh! and some more "answers" ~ No, she did not code on surgery. The oxygen bag that was used in her amputation is part of a new, safer anesthesia system my vet does. Sweets was first given an injection of sedative, then was intubated. If an animal under anesthesia is not intubated (if the anesthesia is delivered by mask, or just by injection), there's not much anyone can do if that animal start to crash or stops breathing. But if the animal is intubated, the vets or technicians can ventilate the animal by giving a few squeezes on the oxygen bag.  Connected to the intubated tube were both the oxygen bag and the anesthesia tubing. If her blood oxygen level dropped during surgery (and there was a pulse oximeter clamped on her paw to measure both blood oxygen levels and her heart rate.) all her surgeon or an assistant would need to do is manually ventilate her and since it was used in her surgery, we were charged for it in the itemized "supplies."

No abnormal heart rhythms were observed on her surgical EKG. Chris even looked over the printouts that are part of Sweets' chart.
We'll know next week, how yesterday's blood work results were, but her pre-operative blood work was exemplary. (Even her thyroid hormone tests.  So there went flying any sliver of "hope" that her murmur was secondary to hyperthyroidism)

The Benazepril has the further effect of being protective of kidney function.  So many older cats develop renal failure, if we can slow the onset of that as well as slowing her heart "remodeling" we're all for that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks for your comments, I'll try to answer you</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Apr 2011 19:29:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>First, I want to tell you, my follow up appointment is set up for April 29th.  We'll be seeing my us ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First, I want to tell you, my follow up appointment is set up for April 29th.  We'll be seeing my usual vet and the one who did both my Cystotomy and Amputation.  My family is still researching near and (semi-near) Holistic Veterinarians.  If we're going for a second opinion or a completely new vet for all of us, "Let's try something completely from the standard veterinary ideology."

Now, back to you !

<b>Purred by: Colette Sidonie-Samantha (Catster Member)
April 9th 2011 at 10:30 pm

How come you don't use your smacky paw on the Wookie? Why should it be reserved for the Striped Menace alone? (Mind you, I'm not defending him. He can do that well enough on his own.)

Welcome to the world of pill-taking. I'm now getting mine 3 times a day. I haven't quite figured out how to make that liquid medicine hit Mom. (Trust me, I will.)

Listen, has anyone suggested a water chaser (via syringe) for the pill? It goes down much easier and the medicine is absorbed into the system a lot quicker.

Now, as to the new food system, Samsara sends her condolences to the Wookie. She says she totally understands.

Headbonks...</b>

Colette, that's a VERY good question.  In nearly 2 years, I don't think I've ever smacky pawed the Wookie!  Why? I don't exactly have an answer....  

You have to take your medicine 3 times a day?  That's triple trouble (or opportunity to "bulls-eye" your Mom with it.)  

Ah, the water syringe chaser.  I'm really horrible with liquid from a syringe, but I do usually drink from my water bowl after the ordeal of pill taking.  I remember hearing (or reading) about the 'water chaser' and the faster induction of the medication as well was the protective benefits of decreasing the likelihood of esophageal burn from the pill dissolving there and not in my stomach.

Samsara can "sympathize" with the Wookie?  I'm sure that warms her huge (and probably also furred) Wookie-Heart !

<b>Purred by: ♥ Tasha ♥ (Catster Member)
April 9th 2011 at 10:52 pm

You are such a good girl Sweets~ we are glad to hear you are acting as yourself. Constant purrs for you.

xoxoxo Tasha</b>

Tasha, you're such a sleek and chic sweet panther.  Thanks for your purrs !  I'm a huge believer in the Power of the Purr.

<b>Purred by: Cali (Catster Member)
April 10th 2011 at 5:05 am

I'm glad to hear that your heart murmur isn't keeping you from leaping & playing & squabbling with Gabby. Ah,cat squabbling! Sounds like home! 
Nuk slobber! Ewww! I eat Tigger's food sometimes,but the only slobbering he does is food slobbering from his mouth as he tries to stuff 3 mouthfuls into 1 Tiggermouth.....</b>

Cali,  They're just gross aren't they? Those "bat-eared" boys.  I'm so sorry that you have to live with two of them.

<b>Purred by: Orange Ruffy (Catster Member)
April 10th 2011 at 6:45 am

Sweets,
We are purring for you here...
I can so relate to the Wookiething. The Dustmop is the bane of my existance. I don't understand my pawrents liking her. She's got long stinky fur too, and she likes to ambush me. I'm cranky, Senior cat here, and old. I don't like the others-and her least of all...except for Natalie....sorry. 
I, too, get watched all the time now because mommy and daddy worry about me. I'm more cranky because that mop thing is always around somewhere, skulking. So far she's only stolen my food from the coffee table when I'm not eating. But they are not to be trusted!

We love you and please know you're in all our purrs.</b>

Orange Ruffy,  Aren't you a sweet guy.  Thanks for the love and purrs. I just love your description of your hairy fursib.  If I had not nicknamed mine the "Wookie" (and believe me, it makes some rather "Chewbacca" type sounds too) then "Dustmop" would have a completely appropriate nickname.  

<b>Purred by: Chef Rooster Who Loves Hazel L (Catster Member)
April 10th 2011 at 7:24 am

we are purring for you Sweets..everyday..
My Lady has the same problem with Miz Rose, who has gained too much weight and we could not understand why, till we realized she was using her Ninja stealth mode to suss out Redd and Mina's special food! Now that has been resolved, but no satisfying thud marking her disappointment for us to enjoy..
You keep on being you Sweets....we love you!
Chef Rooster</b>

Chef Rooster (and family) Thanks for the Love!  It actually terrifies me that Miz Rose has gained some 'sneaky feeding' weight, yet has never lost her Ninja Skilllllzzzzz !
The idea that the Wookie might come to realize that she can launch herself through the air like Miz Rose does, is beyond scary!

Surely Miz Rose loses her balance or misjudges a leap sometimes and then you should hear that "oh so satisfying" "thud" ~ Be sure to hide your snicker behind your paw or your tail, lest you incur the Gingery wrath of the Ninja herself.  Nothing is quite so infuriating as "Injured Pride."

<b>Purred by: Tigger/ Purring for Hazel Lucy (Catster Member)
April 10th 2011 at 7:45 am

I understand completely. Kringle thinks mine is his too!!! Sometimes a smackety paw is the only thing they understand!@!</b>

Tigger, there seem to be two schools of "Eaters." First school has the philosophy "What's mine is mine and what's yours is also mine."  While the second school is of a much more civilized manner. "To each their own, we all have enough.\ Don't touch mine and I won't touch yours."

I believe it all hearkens back to manners and upbringing.  Somecat's "momcat" didn't teach them manners. 

<b>Purred by: Elvin (Catster Member)
April 10th 2011 at 8:56 am

I hate it when my sisfur tries to make me wear "the cape"! Purring for you!</b>

Oh Elvin, "The Caping" is terrible.  Again, it's an etiquette issue, I believe.  What silly cat tries to make another cat wear a fur cape?  Purrs to you my friend, that you may always either elude or shake off your cape-attempting sisfur!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A (Mostly) &quot;Normal&quot; Week...</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Apr 2011 22:09:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>It's been a mostly quiet, normal week.  I've been taking my Benazepril now for 9 days and enduring h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's been a mostly quiet, normal week.  I've been taking my Benazepril now for 9 days and enduring having my heart listened to by stethoscope at home.  My heart murmur is still audible and my pulse is slower.  I guess I can be thankful that we don't have a cat (or infant) sized blood pressure cuff here.  I take my medicine like a good girl.  I've always been great about taking pills. (I stand behind my belief that liquid medication is for people to "wear" and not for cats to "take.")

I'm still the same girl that my family thought would have an uneventful wellness/vaccination visit.  I eat, drink and use my litter boxes like the good girl that I've always been.  I talk, I cuddle, I demand that Papa sit on the floor after I decide that he's sufficiently warmed *my* seat on the sofa.  I play either with an interesting toy and myself or if my parents are on the other end of an interesting toy.  I'm interested in everything going on around me. I leap! We had the windows open two different days and that was nice. 

What hasn't been so nice is mostly "Wookie" related.  Silly Wookie thought she was "hiding" to ambush me. I saw her, any cat would have.  I would think it's kind of hard to hide when you're a rather hairy and dare I say rotund, Wookie.  I walk/hopped past her and she jumped out at me, put her paws around my neck and tried to "cape" me.  I do not need nor want a "Wookie Cape."  Blonde Wookie Fur is not in my Spring Fashion Forecast. (It's not "in" for any season, but that's beside the point.) 
Papa said "Gabby, get off of her!" and she dismounted. (rather ungracefully, I might add. Artistry and Technical points deducted for such poor execution of the dismount.)

A day or so later (after the attempted "caping") I decided that I didn't want to eat anymore out of my high food bowl on the bathroom sink surround.  I started eating out of Nuk's bowl on top of the bookcase.

I know... I know.  You're shaking your head in disbelief, that I would deign to eat from the same bowl the infamous "Striped Menace" does.  Trust me though, when I say that "Some things are unarguably worse than Nuk-spit." (and for a cat he really is "spitty.  Consider that fact another point towards his "d-o-g-likeness")
But what could be worse than spitty Nuk slobber?  What could have turned me "off" of my own food bowl and turned me "on" to Nuk's?

Wookie !!!  The Wookie has been helping herself to my food.  Somehow the hairy, ungainly beast has managed to climb up and views my food bowl as her own "serve yourself, all you can eat, buffet."
The Wookie sabotaged and successfully ended her "Wookie Buffet Binge" by again ungracefully dismounting (or falling) from the sink surround.  The "thud" of which, terrified Mama who thought I had fallen or collapsed.
Mama rushed to the bathroom in time to see the Wookie waddling (as fast as she can) her way out of the bathroom.  

It was an "Aha" moment for the whole family.  Who of course wondered " Exactly how long has Gabby been viewing my food as her "supplemental intake?"  and perhaps now we know exactly how a cat who was (supposed to be) eating the caloric equivalent of a 10 .lb cat managed to gain 2 .lbs.

My food bowl was moved to my new "preferred" location.  Nuk seems to understand that he and I can not eat at the same time and does not appear to "have to" eat while I'm eating.  In return, I grant him the same consideration.

I have to snicker.  At least 4-5 times a day the Wookie has been in the bathroom looking for my food bowl.  Her disappointment when she doesn't find it where she's come to expect it to be, sounds just like a thudding, ungraceful dismount.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary (half-way) Hijack</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Apr 2011 17:02:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm shattered. I don't know how I kept from storming into the waiting area and ranting. (20 years ag ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm shattered. I don't know how I kept from storming into the waiting area and ranting. (20 years ago, at 23, I would have and all in the path of my wrath, hell be dammed. At 43, I have a little "tact" and some "diplomacy" but... all I could stammer out is "This is the first that I've heard of this? How can that be?"

So this diary, consider a co-op between Sweets, Nuk (who clung to me and panted all the way home, just like I did) and myself.

First, there was an emergency vet case that kept us waiting an hour past the time our appointment was "scheduled" for.  We didn't get home until nearly 2 and a 1/2 hours past the time we left.

We don't mind that. Truly, if it were our emergency we would want every other kitty and dog to wait while our lives were saved. But... that extra hour didn't do anything to improve, my Nuk's or Gabby's moods.

Gabby started singing from the moment she was herded into her carrier (and before she ever got into the car.)

Sweets started to "sing" a little in her carrier, but really, after all of January and early Feb, "I think she's a *pro* at the tortury now."

Nuk clung to my shoulder with one paw wrapped around my arm, with his head tucked under my chin. It really was quite sweet, how despite putting his paw near my neck or on my chest skin, that he never scratched me. A little girl even asked if she could "pet him." and she touched ever so gently on his back and said that he looked like her cat "Skippy." There were a few others who remarked on his sweetness. Sure... with his arm around my shoulder and his head under my chin he looked like a perfect "baby." ~ but we know better.

It came time for all our exams... and believe it or not, with her "diet" the Wookie is still *slightly* heavier than Nuk. *Sigh* She gained back two of the pounds that she lost and is just ounces heavier than Nuk

All of our teeth look good.

But Sweets' heart.... Our doctor today was not our gentle usual lady, but the man for whom the clinic is named for.  The man who A man who started as a vet tech and is now a veterinarian among the American Association of Feline Practitioners. He, who has written and co-authored a book about cat genetics.

Upon listening to my heart he detected a Grade 4 heart murmur. 

Sweets is now prescribed a 1/4 pill of .05 Atenolol. (Benezapril Hydochloride) daily.
That's to lower her blood pressure and take the "work load" off of her heart.

Heart murmurs are graded up to "Grade 6" and we are to go back for re-visit and more testing in 30 days.
At which time, our (today) stunned family have some very serious questions to ask.

Such as. Why were we charged for a "breathing bag" during Sweets' amputation surgery. Did she*code* and need to be revived?  We were not charged for a breathing bag during her cystotomy surgery.
She, of course was authorized to be revived in any such situation.

Other questions such as "what disease, cardiac or otherwise does my vet feel that the heart murmur is secondary to?"

Hyperthryroidism (Were my thryroid hormones tested in my pre-operative blood work?)

Cardiomyopathy? ~ was there no sign of decreased cardiac output in my surgical ECG (and where are sinus waves?)
Remember Papa is a human doctor, specialist of the eyes, but he still went to medical and surgical school and can read an ECG/EKG.  :et's talk about which of the waves were abnormal.  Let's requisition her chart !

Renal Insufficiency/Renal disease ~ Again, kidney values would surely have been among my pre-operative blood values tested. How can it be that less than 2 months ago, my values were "good, within normal ranges." and now...? what?"

.... and "Why wasn't or was this, noticed during amputation surgery while I was hooked up to ECG machine?"

Probably as many more questions as there are days between now and Sweets' next visit that both Chris and I can put our heads together and carry the list of questions to the doctor.

It's been a bad day and.... I'm scared. I haven't quite found the words for Sweets to say...
Sorry that this diary is such a mix.

It's easier with friends isn't it? I think so]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nikon Begone and an April 1st that will be NO joke.</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Mar 2011 20:45:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Any cat know how to stop the rabid paparazzi?  There's a new camera here and we're all being stalked ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Any cat know how to stop the rabid paparazzi?  There's a new camera here and we're all being stalked.  I don't like it. The "Vain One" and his "Wookie Consort" are posing as if their lives depend upon it. I thought that if I closed my eyes every time i hear the lens focusing or the shutter clicking that I could ruin any potential pictures being taken of me.
... but then I was tempted with the feather toy and it appears there's a "quiet shutter" mode with this camera too and before I knew it, pictures were made of me.
I guess I should be thankful for the small things.  There's no picture (yet) of me with my mouth open, or my tongue being out or anything embarrassing like my attempted domination of any cat over things that I think are mine. (Not that that's my style anyway.)

What's up with the Wookie you might ask?  Is she really as bold as she claimed in her last diary?  Well.... sort of.  I'm sure she doesn't have a mean bone in her body, so the things that she does are either her idea of "play" or just being part of the family.  (As much as I love my people, I'm pretty sure that I'd be ok with being an "only cat."  I can tolerate living with other cats, but I don't *need* it.)

The Wookie walked up behind me and sniffed my spine while I was drinking.  I was a little surprised, but since it was her and not Nuk, I was only slightly annoyed instead a lot annoyed.  My tail did start to twitch a little back and forth in irritation and of course the movement caught her eye. Being the young Wookie that she is, movement looks like "playtime" to her and she thought my tail was a "toy" for her.
I stopped drinking and turned around and gave her a look that let her know that "I am not a toy and no part of me is a toy."
She doesn't even warrant a "Smacky Paw'ing"

She also climbs up to the second tier of MY cat furniture that helps me get to the kitchen window and there she'll sit.  She takes up nearly the whole platform.  I don't remove her, but Papa has once, when he saw that I wanted to get up to the window, but the Wookie was in my way.

We are all going to the Tortury together on Friday.  Don't worry, it's for our yearly shots and exam.  Gabby and I will sing and Nuk will be reduced to a big cooperative baby in his harness.  Gabby and I will be 'feisty' and express our displeasure upon finding ourselves violated on the Tortury Table and Nuk will cower down, pretend he's a stone and behave.  At the Tortury and when he's sleeping are probably the only two times he's a perfect angel.
To add insult to the indignities that will be made upon our bodies we'll have to listen to strangers and Tortury workers exclaiming "He's so good.  He's so handsome." about the Vain One/Striped Nuisance

My fur has not fully grown back yet from where I had to be shaved to have my leg amputated.  It looks like my undercoat is in but not all my fur.  There were two super nice days here two weeks ago where the windows were open and I did something that really impressed my family.  I jumped from the bathroom sink surround into the bathroom window.  No crying, no dancing, just a confident leap and I made it !

I'm enjoying playing interactive games and playing by myself with my toys. Of course the minute that some cat is playing with a toy here, it causes "The Supervisor Cat" to have to come see "what's so interesting" and then try to take it for himself.  He's really annoying like that.

There's something about my hopping slow walk too that makes Gabby want to "play" with me. She and Nuk play a silly game where they take turns chasing each other back and forth, galloping all over the house.  Gabby will see me slow hop-walking somewhere and get the idea that "I want to play with her."  I do not.  She quickly understands that though and leaves me alone.  She can effect a face to make herself look sad about it too.
As if her "I'm a sad Wookie" face could change my mind about "playing" with her.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Home (AGAIN) From the Tortury and I Menace the Striped Menace!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/709572</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Feb 2011 07:52:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>We have just come home from braving the wintry weather.  We gave ourselves lots of extra time but th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have just come home from braving the wintry weather.  We gave ourselves lots of extra time but the roads we needed to travel were mostly clear. (The worst of the weather, the ice... hasn't yet come.)

Yes... yet another trip to the Tortury for me.  This time though an amazing thing happened.  The Cone of Shame was removed by the Tortury attendants and my doctor told me family that I am doing really well.  I was also given "Free reign" to do as I please now. We'll see what exactly that includes, now that I'm home.  I did hear my family saying that at least for the next few nights they want me "crated."   Something about "they don't want to sleep through anything happening with me and not know about it."

I did amaze Papa last night.  I was being a very *obstinate* girl by giving my incision some "tongue time."  You know what that means... I get a "time out" in the Cone of Shame.
While wearing my Cone of Shame (which although clear, is a bit hard to navigate and jump with) I managed to jump onto Mama and Papa's bed and have a little snooze there.
Mama came looking for me and said to Papa "She's on the bed!"  Papa said "Really?" and he came to see for himself.  I gave them my most "Do not DISTURB" face that I could muster and they turned out the bedroom light and let me rest undisturbed on the bed.
(It's been almost 2 weeks since I had the comfort of sleeping on Mama and Papa's bed.)

But... speaking of "disturbing" ~ guess who disturbed me this morning.  (If you've guessed the Striped Menace, you'd be correct.)  What does that galut do?  He ducks his head to mine and goes nose to nose with me to smell my breath and make sure that I haven't had anything tastier to eat than he has had. Then he decides to plop his long self directly in front of me.  Right in my path.  I gave him my "warning cry" to let him know that I was not pleased with him staring at me or blocking my path and then I balanced on 2 paws and smacked him with my third.  That's right, right on top of his massive head.  Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack as fast as lightening I was.  He was so surprised and tried quickly to right himself into a sitting position to smack me back but by then Mama and Papa were hovering over him and he had no choice but to slink away.

I have to go back to the Tortury in 30 days but so do Nuk and Gabby.  We all need our yearly vaccinations.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Shared DPP !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/709454</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Jan 2011 10:42:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>It's always nice to be picked as one of the Daily Diary featured diaries.  I have such pawesome frie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's always nice to be picked as one of the Daily Diary featured diaries.  I have such pawesome friends to share it with me.

I was extra pleased this morning to learn that one of my newest friends is also a DDP!
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1172687/diary/Musings_from_the_granny_kit_tahj"><u>Natalie the NatCat</u></a>

I met Natalie because we had our surgeries on the same day!  We got to come home from our respective Torturies on the same day, we were awaiting our biopsy results and have been recovering together.  While I had my amputation Natalie had a double mastectomy :(
Her biopsy came back positive for cancer though.  

I would hope that my friends who have been so supportive and loving towards me will go and share some purrs and power of the paw with <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1172687"><u>Natalie the NatCat</u></a> too !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged ~ 5 Annoying things about humans.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/709032</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 11:47:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I've been tagged by the lovely &acirc;&yen; Nina &acirc;&yen;

I'm supposed to tell you 5 things my humans do that a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been tagged by the lovely <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/690177"><u>♥ Nina ♥</u></a>

I'm supposed to tell you 5 things my humans do that annoy me. (This is going to be my "Post-Surgical" Tag.) 
**If you want to play, consider yourself "tagged" by me and I'd love to read your answers on your diary.

1. What is with this cone?  Don't think for a moment that because it's clear it's ok.  My head has a HUGE and nearly unnavigable circumference.  Additionally, I look like a dork.  Thanks...
 
2. Why won't you let me lick at my incision?  I'm a cat, I naturally want to lick myself.  Besides, as it heals it itches.  You are "escalating" in the ways that you devise to torture me.

3. Do NOT think that I am ever going to reveal to you again that I'm in any kind of pain.
A year and a half ago, it hurt to pee and I woke up in the Tortury with an ache and a "sewn up belly."  This year, my leg hurt and again I woke up in the Tortury with another ache, another sewing and WITHOUT A LEG!

4. I like the crate you've provided for me... Except when I DON'T.  ...and when I want out.  I'm not joking.  I WANT OUT !!!

5. A little PRIVACY, Please.  Since I've come home from the Tortury, you have *hovered* over me every minute that I'm out of the crate.  If it's not both of you hovering, it's one or the other.  Additionally? Is it really necessary that my litter box *offerings* be so diligently monitored?  How would you like that?  Maybe I'll start that with you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No CANCER ! ~ Biopsy results were called and faxed last night!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/708764</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Jan 2011 08:49:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't have bone cancer.  The first biopsied area showed Degenerative Arthrosis ~ Tibiotarsal joint ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't have bone cancer.  The first biopsied area showed Degenerative Arthrosis ~ Tibiotarsal joint. The second biopsied area (my bone lesion) showed Osteopenia with subchrondal synovial cyst ~ Distal femur.

There is a lot of other writing including commentary about the normality of the composition of my bone marrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No &quot;Rehab&quot; For Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/708279</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 08:51:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I had a 9am appointment back at the Tortury to meet with a Physical Therapist.  NOT happy about retu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had a 9am appointment back at the Tortury to meet with a Physical Therapist.  NOT happy about returning (for any reason) to the Tortury, but this particular visit made both my family and me very happy !

The Physical Therapist "Kim" was a very nice lady.  We all went into her room. There were interlocking rubber "puzzle" pieces for a floor.  Huge puffy, padded beds and A LOT of pillows.

My Carrier was unlocked (and as you can probably guess, I didn't want to come out from the safety of it.)  Papa gently talked to me though and eventually I ventured out.  (There were lots of interesting things and smells in the room and NO steel table.  I think I felt that this room was a little nicer than the usual "exam" room I get to see.)

Kim watched me walk and exclaimed how well my balance was.  Mama and Papa said they have been pleased watching me on the little "house walks" we take.  Kim asked what Mama and Papa have been doing with me.  "Mostly crated, with the little house walks and no jumping (yet.)"  They told Kim about how I used my litter box and she nodded her approval.

Then Kim had me stand still and manipulated my remaining rear leg and felt along my muscles.  Next she took me onto her lap and seemed pleased by her further manipulations of me and I was placed back on the floor to wander around some more while everybody watched

My doctor was the next person to come in the room and watched me do my little "3-legger" hop walk.  She looked over my incision, talked to Mama and Papa about how Thursday and Friday had gone for me (and them) My doctor too pronounced me as "Looking very good and doing very well."

I then had another LLLT (Low Level Laser Treatment) on my incision. (which is supposed to speed healing, in addition to offering a whole dictionary worth of words/benefits that *I* had never heard before, but which Papa seemed to know (and like!!!)
I had a little laugh to myself though because Kim, Papa and Mama all had to wear these really funny looking glasses during my treatment.  (I didn't have to wear them, Kim kept me on her lap with my head turned far away from my hip area.)
I did like too how gentle Kim was with me and how she kept saying "What a beautiful and sweet cat I am..."  ~ I already knew that, but it's always nice to hear.

When my treatment was finished I had had enough of the room, Kim and wanted to go back into my carrier.  I wanted to go home.
Kim told my family that "there'd be no need of any further *rehab* for me." 
YAY !!!!

... I do have a few more LLLT's to finish up though, but they're quick and easy and I don't mind being held for those.

Once home, I got a tasty treat of the RC-SO "Morsels in Gravy" that I Looove !
(Nuk and Gabby were a little disappointed not to get any, but they're really small cans and Mama and Papa forgot to get more... So what we have is *just* for me now)
Besides, Nuk and Gabby have 4 legs and it seems to me that the tastiest food is given according to the lack of limbs.  
If you're lacking a limb, you're not lacking for super tasty, yummy morsels... If your lacking for the super tasty yummy morsels, then you're not lacking a limb)

MoL

Happy to be home and happy to not need "Rehab." ~ I'll savour all the good news I can hear !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We're HOME !!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/708127</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 21:03:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>We're home!!! (I was released from the Tortury at 12:15 today)

I cried in the carrier ALL the way ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We're home!!! (I was released from the Tortury at 12:15 today)

I cried in the carrier ALL the way home. I HATES the e-collar but even with it I keep trying to go after "that leg" (There's nothing there except a large shaved expanse and my pelvis.)

I Loooove the heat and being warm... So what has the Tortury devised as a home torture for me?  ICE.  My family has to ice my legless hip area twice a day for 10 minutes each time. The laser that closed my incision was a "cold" laser. (I do have some internal stitches, but they're the dissolving type.)

We go for 45 minutes of "Rehab" on Saturday morning at 9.

I'm doing really well though. I have impressed my family my displaying the "balancing" trick well enough to stand there staring at them while standing on my 3 legs.
I mostly sit or lie down on the folded light blue blanket in my crate that's my bed.

I did get to go for a short walk tonight and to lie on the couch in Papa's "seat" while my family watched me.  That was nice. 

Mama crawled partway into my crate with me and was petting my back.  That was nice too.  I started making little "biscuits" on my folded blanket bed to show Mama that I liked that.

I've also used my "little" litter box already (while THEY watched.) Again my family was impressed that I seem to have figured out how I'm going to squat with only 3 legs.

My Torbutol dose is slightly higher than the pre-operative one I was taking and it's mixed with my Clindamycin.  I have to take that stuff until it's gone.

I have to go back to the Tortury for a "Re-check" by the doctor in 10 days ~ Hopefully then I'm released to "Resume normal activity in 10-14 days."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sweet Relief !!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/707946</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 11:43:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Just got the call from our vet that Sweets' surgery went well. She's awake.

She did lose her whol ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Just got the call from our vet that Sweets' surgery went well. She's awake.

She did lose her whole femur though. Once our vet was inside the leg in order to take a measure healthy bone off as well as the potentially cancerous areas it would have left such a little stump that it was impractical to not just take the whole femur.

The area with the through and through hole and the area with the beginning bone lesion will be sent out for biopsy. (we should hear back on that in 7-10 days)

"Tentative" discharge is scheduled for 12:15 tomorrow (pending how well she does the rest of today and tonight for them.)
Her Papa has the day off tomorrow too and I would love it if Sweets can come home. It would be good for all of us to see each other and for Sweets to be back home among familiar smells and routines, but we'll see.  If she doesn't come home tomorrow, she'll get loved up when we visit at least!

We'll have to schedule a follow up appointment in 10 days for a re-check. 
At which time we'll discuss physical therapy options. Depending on how well she is adjusting and adapting on her own. I think she'll do really well. There was always a substantial difference in her leg musculature. With the left already being noticeably stronger.

Thank you for your purrs not only am I sure that Sweets heard them, but they were a comfort to us as well.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stalked, My Own Private Place and Shelter Mama Checks In.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/707761</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 01:34:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I have some experience with the Tortury.  Every time I have to go there, I get stalked beforehand wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have some experience with the Tortury.  Every time I have to go there, I get stalked beforehand while trying to use my litter box.  This time is no different.  But I did something different tonight.  While Mama was holding the "lid" that she catches my product on, and idea came to me to give her NOT the one she wanted, but the other product.  Imagine her surprise when she pulls her hand out to examine her "catch" and finds the opposite product of what she wanted. MoL

I've been outwitting the litter box stalkers by going to the litter box for solid deposits while my family sleeps.  So far, they haven't been smart enough to "sleep stalk" me.  I know though that if I don't give a "willing" sample of my product between now and Wednesday morning, that the Tortury will just take it by force.

My own private place came Sunday.  Mama and Papa picked it up and made sure that they could set it up.  It's a triple door doggy crate (36"L X 23"W X 25"H \ 98 X 51 X 64 cm) There is a door on each end of this place and a middle door.  I'm going to have to stay in that crate after I come home from my surgery.  My private place is supposed to give me privacy and protect me and my incision.  I'm not too sure that I'm going to be in a mood to jump around, but my private crate will make certain that I can't.  
I don't think I'm going to like watching my family through bars, or being banned from joining them on the bed while they sleep, but my private crate will be in *my* place in the Living Room. (near the heat and able to watch the entrances and exits of cat or human kind)

Most of my friends know that Mama and Papa tried to get my original x-rays from the vet clinic who did my "shelter intake exam" three and a half years ago.  Sadly, once I was adopted and went to my own vet hospital, that first clinic no longer saw the need to keep my records.  It's ok, that first x-ray wouldn't have changed how anything went on my last Thursday vet appointment.  Mama thought though that she had better update my shelter with last Thursday's news and let them know.

After returning from Philadelphia's Pet Expo (The primary purpose of the Greater Philadelphia Pet Expo is to promote responsible pet ownership and care at a family event.) my Shelter Mama wrote back to my family. She said that "She thinks of me often" and that "She is so sorry to hear that Sweets (I am) having such problems." She thanked my family for "being there for me" and said sadly that "most people would have just returned me by now."  Like most of our friends my Shelter Mama asked that we let her know if there is anything she can do for us.

Returned me? I know that of all the things that have gone through my family's mind in the past days, returning me was never one of them.  I saw Mama just sit and sadly shake her head.  Sure, she knows every third hamster who enters the hamster rescue is an owner relinquished hamster and she knows that dogs and cats too get returned to their shelter for the same "un-varying" reasons.  But, my family and my Catster friends families mustn't be <b>most</b> people because when we go home to our families we go "For Life!"

Thank you for all your pawmails, comments, rosettes and gifties on my diary entries and for my DDP.  You, my friends, by turn cheer me, comfort me and warm my heart!
I want to write a separate post just for "Thanking" you.
(I guess, I better book a typist today unless I want to be doing it from the hospital Wednesday.)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Surgery Scheduled !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/707307</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 18:05:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm taking back my diary!  

There's a human saying that goes something like &quot;Things always look b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm taking back my diary!  

There's a human saying that goes something like "Things always look brighter in the morning"

Sure enough our telephone rang early in the morning.  It was the Tortury calling with my blood work results which were all within "normal" range.  My surgery was promptly scheduled for Wednesday and I will return to the Tortury at 8:45 on Wednesday morning.

Want to hear something funny?  I get to stay home the night before my surgery although I can't have anything to eat after midnight.  But... and here's the funny part, neither can Gabby or Nuk.
MoL

Gabby's already used to that type of routine but Nuk is going to panic.  He's accustomed to the *magical* ever-full food bowl. Wait until he can't even find his food bowl.
MoL

I've got great friends who've been sending me kind comments, rosettes and keeping my humour up.
Thank you ~ I love you dearly.

Since I first met my vet three and a half years ago, I was warned that as I aged I could face joint degeneration that could cause me to lose my lame leg.  So, both my family and I have had plenty of time to accept "that" as a possible eventuality.

Hearing the "Cancer" word and seeing my x-rays though must have been quite a shock to my family.  Even Papa said he paled looking at the pictures of exact inside of my leg. (and he's reviewed x-rays before - although admittedly, never a feline one... well except for my bladder)

Things could be so much worse though... We're all keeping our eyes on the fact that my blood work was good and I'm in all other ways a healthy girl.  
My abdominal and chest x-rays were clear and free of any evidence of cancer metastasis.

So although I'm losing a leg, and a potentially cancerous one at that.  I'm not really losing anything.  Instead, I like to think that I'm gaining.  If my lame leg is cancerous, amputation should completely remove the cancer.  If my leg is not cancerous, I can live the rest of my life without ever having pain from a leg that's been lame for all of my life.  A leg which has clearly been troubling me lately

Think of how much faster I'll be flying around without the weight of that right rear leg hanging, unable to bend at the knee, from me.  Think of how tightly I can take a corner or launch myself at Nuk when he needs to be reminded of who's really the boss here.

I get to do my early *recovery* here at home, in a HUGE dog crate.  Any curious cat who dares to push a paw through the bars will meet my lightening fast front smacky paw.  They're still fine, feisty and functional.

One special and clever friend reminded me "after all it was ridiculous if a TWO-legged would think that a THREE-legged was handicapped, right?!"

Right !!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yes, I have Arthritis... but NOT where'd you think!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/707208</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 19:10:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm going to hijack Sweets' diary, because I don't have the presence of mind to write this from her  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm going to hijack Sweets' diary, because I don't have the presence of mind to write this from her view.  So, you get to hear from me tonight.

I'm all an incoherent mess. Most of you know about Sweets and her rear right leg (The one with the fused patella) She's been intermittently hopping on 3 legs, refusing to bear weight on that right leg at all and has had 2 days where she just cried and hid under the bed.

We had a 7pm vet appointment tonight to see what's actually going on inside that leg. (We got home 2 hours later) I had expected to hear/see that there were degenerative changes going on, with her hip, knee or foot, probably secondary to arthritis.

There are early arthritic changes, but they're in the left leg. (which our vet felt is probably resultant from her compensating with the left leg all these years for what her right leg can't do.)

The right leg however, is a complete mess. There's a hole through the bone below the knee. The knee, as you can imagine is a complete indistinguishable mess, and there is a possible fracture in the femur and a beginning bone lesion. Our vet felt that with the appearance of the bone lesion, the hole and the mess of the knee that it "resembles/looks like bone cancer"

Our options are to biopsy, wait and as per biopsy results assess from there or to amputate now and biopsy the amputated leg.
We are choosing to amputate now, (Wednesday actually) mid femur, above the bone lesion. 
Pending her preopertative/senior blood work panel results. (which we should hear on tomorrow)

The good news is that her chest xray/full body xray did not show any signs of cancer any where else in her body.
She's already basically been a "semi 3-legged" cat since we've had her and cats do really well after the amputation of a limb.

She had a 24 hour shot for pain and we have clindamycin mixed with torbutol to give her twice daily for pain management between now and Wednesday.  Her right rear leg is in a padded splint and Nuk and Gabby are being respectful of her "space."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An Extremely Accurate Weather Forecaster</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/707014</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 07:37:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Meteorological Humans, take note.  I am a more accurate forecaster than any two legged being on the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Meteorological Humans, take note.  I am a more accurate forecaster than any two legged being on the "News."

*I* knew yesterday that it was going to snow before even the first white flakes started to fall.
But my new *super-power* comes with a high *price*...

I had a very bad day yesterday.... Some of you know that this has been my worst winter yet.  Things hurt.  I am not happy.  I hop more.  I use my fused leg like a "walking stick"  (only putting it down now and then)  

Twice now, I've made strange, deep, mournful, "wouuuuu WOUUUUU Wouuuu" sounds intermittently during the day.
Twice now, I've hid half the day under the bed. (I'm not a hider, even when people visit, I'll take myself off to another room, but I don't ever hide *under* things.)

Cosequin hasn't seemed to help (or maybe I haven't been taking it long enough)

It's time for me to return to the Tortury....  I hate to admit that my family is right.
I know the Tortury is going to do their best to remove my newfound weather predicting *super-power*  
I heard Papa making an appointment for me for tomorrow evening at 7pm.

Mama had talked with my shelter to see if my original x-ray(s) from my shelter "intake exam" were still on file with the vets who did my examination and sadly, no they are not.
While it would have been nice to compare a 3 1/2 year old x-ray with the present ones I'm about to have, it's not essential.  Any degenerative changes to my fused knee or changes to my hip will show on my current x-rays. (and I'm sure blood work will be taken to check for any problems that show up in that.) [They may as well take some urine too, I'm due for a re-check on that in February ...]

On the positive side.  Striped Menace has been leaving me alone.  I think I spook him with my hopping and my cries.  He walks (well, more like "creeps" around, to be precise) acting like he's seen a ghost.

Luckily he has a "Floof-a-Lump" (also known as the "Wookie") to chase and they gallop like galuts across the floor.  First one chasing the other and then reversing *chase and chasee* positions.
I keep a wary eye on their shenanigans though... I don't really want them getting to close to me while they're being so rowdy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Very UN-Happy Girl</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/699266</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 11:11:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>These days, I've been a very unhappy girl. :(
On the days when the heat isn't on and isn't availabl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ These days, I've been a very unhappy girl. :(
On the days when the heat isn't on and isn't available for me to lounge in front of baking myself, I must seek other ways of warming myself. 

Twice now, I've scared Mama.  I've hid so well, that she at first (second and third times too) walked right past me without ever seeing me.  I hid under the bed covers, right next to her "body pillow."  The body pillow makes a lump and my small *lump* under the covers was barely perceptible to Mama at first.
The second hiding I've made was under the couch blanket.  That lump was noticeable.  Mama came and lifted my hiding blanket and exposed and photographed me!

I've heard my family talking about getting me a "Self Heating Bed" - but such a thing has yet to show up here. 
If any of my friends have one and have one that they really like, I hope they will tell my family about it!  (It might hasten one arriving for me!)

Next, The Striped Menace has decided that *my* Papa is his new best friend forever.  That Nuk will sit on Papa while Papa's home on break and Nuk's being there prohibits me from taking my rightful cuddle spot on Papa.
To get *revenge* I've taken to climbing to Nuk's food dish (while ignoring my own) and eating up his food ! 
Even some evenings Nuk will lounge about half on Papa's lap and half off, which effectively makes Papa's lap *off-limits* to me and I must content myself to cram myself between the couch arm and Papa's other side.

Also, many months ago I met a plant.  A tasty, special plant.  I started to eat it and it was taken away from me!  It has resided on the top of the refrigerator since then, where I can not reach it.  I had all but forgotten about *my* plant.
A few nights ago, Papa picked me up to cuddle me in the kitchen and while I was high up in his arms, I saw it!  I saw my special plant.
Ever since that night, I have been trying to make my family understand how much I would like to be near my plant again.  I have been crying and looking upwards at the top of the refrigerator.  I have been hoping that they will follow my eyes and understand what I want and grant my wish, but alas... It has not been so.
What has been happening is that Gabby and Nuk are brought to the kitchen by my cries and their belief that I have been given *something* and they both have to get close to my face and smell my breath to see if I've had any tasty treat that they missed out on.
I have also been trying to lead any human who is up and moving, out into the kitchen so that I can assault their ears with cries of "Aloe" "Alooooooooooooe" - but I may as well be crying to statues with stone ears.

I am not a happy girl !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm pretty mad ~ but I guess I can forgive. [UPDATE]</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/695359</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 17:10:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Friends of our family know that we dog-sit for some really sweet doggies sometimes.  The one little  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Friends of our family know that we dog-sit for some really sweet doggies sometimes.  The one little 4 year old girl, on our last dog-sitting adventure cried and *huffed* with pain as she was going down the back porch steps.  Later she was shrieking and crying and causing Mama all kinds of stress.  Mama knows and understands about dachshunds and was completely terrified that this little one should be screaming.
Luckily... Gretchen's family called from New York and Mama was able to tell them about Gretchen's behavior and ask what to do.  Gretchen has already been the route of Prednisone/Crate Rest/Glucosamine Chondroitin and her family is well aware of the 3 earlier identified by x-ray calcifications on her spine.

Mama gave Gretchen her Dasuquin, crated her and worried.  Over the weekend Gretchen worsened to severe ataxia.  With her back legs going in all directions and even scarily straight out behind her with Gretchen dragging her body, supported only on her forward paws.

Gretchen's family *like so many others* has faced financial hardship.  Surgery did not look like an option. Mama bit her tongue and bit her lip and wrung her hands and kissed we cats each many times.
Mama sent as many links as she could to educate Gretchen's family about IVDD and help them find financial assistance to enable their little girl to have the surgery she so needs.
Finally Mama received the call from Gretchen's family that they would somehow find the means to go ahead with surgery and an MRI was scheduled for today.
Mama offered to "ride along" and help keep Gretchen stable and comfortable in the car ride to the Pet Scan center.  2 hours later, Mama and Gretchen's family learned that Gretchen has a herniated disc.  She is going in for surgery tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning.

Gretchen is not paralyzed and for that we are so thankful !  Surgery holds great promise, on such a young one, especially if work can be done to clean up the other 2 discs that have also calcified and show degeneration.  Yet, I tonight am here to ask your purrs.
Gretchen is a sweet and smart girl, who deserves a life without pain.  I know it breaks Mama's heart to see and hear Gretchen in such pain.
I can even forgive Mama for all the hours that we've been neglected and left alone - knowing that her time is going to Gretchen who really needs.

[UPDATE]

We got word at 10 minutes to 3 that Gretchen was finished with her surgery and was "doing well."  A large disk extrusion was removed, no word was given about if the other two sites of calicification were also *cleaned up*
Gretchen will be staying 3-4 days in the hospital and visiting is discouraged on the day of her surgery.  Since she will be staying in the hospital over the weekend her family will have plenty of opportunity to visit her then.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WORLD CAT DAY- Questionnaire (Tag for your humans answer about you)</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/685267</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Aug 2010 08:49:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>My twin friend  Ishtar first posted this for August 8 ~ World Cat Day, and it's wonderful!
I *was*  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My twin friend  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/597601">Ishtar</a> first posted this for August 8 ~ World Cat Day, and it's wonderful!
I *was* the first cat of our family to have this done for them, but late last night Nuk *hijacked* my diary and wrote his answers over the ones for me! (I know... some blame must go to our human typist.)
Well... on the *bright* side, I am the only cat of my family to have their Questionnaire filled out TWICE !

If you like this Tag and your family wants to fill it out about you - Consider yourself "Tagged" by me !

<u>WORLD CAT DAY- Questionnaire</u>

<u>You know some people call us moody, stubborn, capricious or not willing to learn. what is your opinion about such cat prejudices?</u>
Those are the people who do not appreciate or understand your species!  It is against these people that I, myself have some prejudices. You are anything but moody and certainly not stubborn.  I think you would have laughed (or at least smirked) to have seen me with the very definition of "stubborn"...What would you have thought watching me trying to move a 150 .lb dog who didn't want to go back inside when I called.  Or the time I had to again try to persuade to move, the same dog, who had decided sit herself down right in the middle of the street as we were crossing.
To say a cat is "unwilling to learn" is false - You, my sweet itty one, learn exactly what you want to, on the first time.  I also do not think that you ever forget something once learned and you are amazingly adaptive and resourceful in applying your knowledge and refining your techniques.

<u>Tell me: how do you remember our first day together in our home?</u>
You were "sweet" even that first night, quarantined in our bathroom.  Those first pictures of you are still some of my most favourite pictures.  I remember marveling at your confidence and that you felt comfortable enough, even on that first night to play with the catnip head bear and when you crawled into a contented ball on my lap, I nearly cried.
I pledged that night to you, that for every day of your life with us you would know just how adored and cherished you are!

<u>You have taught me so much – but what did you learn from me?</u>
You came with an important lesson for me to learn.  You have taught me to see the perfection in someone that others before me had considered "imperfect" or even "defective."  Do you realize that your right rear leg is not like the other cats?  If you do, you never seem bitter about it, just accepting and adaptive!

<u>Have you ever wished – even for a second – that i was someone else?</u>
No! I love you and celebrate you for exactly *who* you are!  I would not change you for the world!  All I have ever wanted for you is for you to be *who* you are!

<u>What if we'd change bodies for a day?</u>
You would finally have your coveted thumbs, but at what cost?  I do wonder how the ungainliness of human ambulation would seem to you. While I think that I, myself would be thrilled with my feline-ness and would doubtlessly come away from such a change with a new appreciation for your physical adaptability.  Would I even be half as graceful as you, with a leg whose knee can never bend?

<u>Could you name those of my habits you would not want to miss?</u>
How could I even start to list? For you I shall try!  Do let me state that for every habit that I may "grumble" over, I really do adore your quirkiness! While I do not know why after dinner, you must insist to climb me and *tenderize* with your kneading my full stomach, I sigh with contentedness when you finally settle yourself down, looking up at me and stretch a paw towards my shoulder.  While I may complain grumpily at an early morning paw touching my face, lips or attempting to explore my mouth and certainly Chris and I may try to wave away the tickling whiskers which are brushing our sleeping cheeks, I don't know what we would do without such a morning greeting.  I may not understand why you must walk around and around our heads before finally settling down upon one. I expect you know exactly what you are doing, because my dear, it *is* impossible to continue sleeping with a cat on either of our heads. Why, oh why must we wake to "watch you eat?" I am continuously amazed at your vocal range and your willingness to *converse.*  Our conversations where you miau and I answer you back in inelegant human speech, and you meOW back your replies until either I understand and grant what you are talking about, or you give up on me in frustration, are a highlight of my days. I do not understand *why* the pumice stone is not permitted to remain on the tub side, or why you must always knock it off when you see it there - but these are the things that our uniquely *yours* and the things which a day without, would seem an incomplete day.

<u>Let's imagine we could go back in time – how would you estimate the probability that you would adopt me again?</u>
100% !  I have always been your Champion.  From that first moment, accidentally meeting you at your Adoption Event when our (yours with mine) eyes met, and I learned of your *difficulties* in finding your forever home, I have wanted our home to be your home! As we were leaving do you know that I said to Chris "Oh please let's!"  Two days later, when thinking of you brought tears to my eyes, Chris said "You're thinking about that cat, aren't you?" - and I was... Even after I had contacted your shelter to learn more about your personality and express my interest in you, I remember telling your Shelter Mama that I simply wanted you to go to the best home possible, even if it was not ours and that I *understood* if another family wanted to adopt you before I could persuade Chris to see the perfection in you!
I would have moved the moon and stars to bring you into a family who would see only that sweet heart of yours bursting with love and not see any *infirmity.*
Fortunately or unfortunately your Shelter Mama reassured me that despite visitors always fussing over you at your shelter, "no one wanted to adopt you."  
Oh the joy, the absolute exaltation that I felt upon hearing that our adoption application, veterinary references and personal references were approved for you!

<u>Just one last question: which big cats do you like best?</u>
I have a special affection for the white big cats, but there is something very Lioness about you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I wasn't tagged (yet) ~ But I want to play !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/683374</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 05:27:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>1. What thought or message would you want to put in a fortune cookie?
&quot;Do Or Do Not, There Is No Tr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 1. What thought or message would you want to put in a fortune cookie?
"Do Or Do Not, There Is No Try!"

2. If you had to give up a favorite treat, which would be the most difficult to give up?
It's not really a *treat* so much as it's a *feat* ~ I have trained my family, at my command, to give me cool fresh tap water from my 'personal fountain.'  I would really be sad if they ever forgot their 'training.'

3. What is one food you’d never want to taste again?
I haven't tasted a lot of foods, but I've smelled many that I don't think I'd ever want to taste for a first time.

4. You’ve been given access to a time machine. Where and when would you travel to?
I'd like to go to the future.  A future where we cats were recognized as the superior species that we are!

5. In your opinion, which animal is the best (or most beautiful) and why? 
Aren't most animals beautiful?  How could I pick just one....

6. If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would you get? 
Well, I probably could eat Yoga bread until either I exploded or grew tired of it.

7. What’s your favorite thing to do in the summer?
Can you believe it?  I like to lie in whichever window has the most sun coming in it.
If there's any baking going on, I like to lie in front of the oven.  (That's a year round thing though for me.  I like it HOT ! and want it even HOTTER!)

8. If they made a movie of your life, what would it be about and which actor would you want to play you?
Night Watch - All That Stands Between Light And Darkness Is The Night Watch.
A movie about the struggle between light and darkness 
Galina Tyunina could play me convincingly - I think !

9. If you were an ice cream flavor, which one would you be and why? 
I'm not sure I'd be an 'ice cream' at all.  Maybe I'm more of a 'sorbet' - something like Apple Ginger would be apt for me.  A little sweet, a little spicy!

10. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?
Well... There was this moth.  It danced teasingly over my head, but tasted like powdery paper.

11. Tell us about a unique or quirky habit of yours.
"Plop!"  Out of nowhere, with no warning (often times in front of moving feet even) I will "plop" over on my side, onto the floor.  This translates to "I want a belly-rub - NOW!"

12. If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…
Pint Sized Fury]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged by Pharoah Loki</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/683194</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 20:37:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Pharoah Loki listed me in his latest Tag game!


1. Do you ever wake your parent up in the night? ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pharoah Loki listed me in his latest Tag game!


1. Do you ever wake your parent up in the night?
Oh!  Yes, that would be me.  I mostly concentrate my efforts on Papa.  I want him to wake up and watch me sleep, or watch me eat.  I woke him just the other morning at 4am by giving him a "vicious headbutt."  Seriously.  Nose to nose I *bonked* him, hard enough that he said "that hurt."  Try sleeping through that !  

2. Do you ever tear up things?
No, I don't have that kind of temper.  I did learn a neat trick from Taag though, where I'll stick my legs under the Oriental rug and slide along the edge of it.  

3. What is your favorite treat?
I have a special fondness for Yoga Bread.  Whenever there's a sandwich made of that stuff, I will go crazy trying to snatch a piece of that bread for myself.  

4. Can you fetch something when asked to do so?
Who would dare ask me to fetch?  Like a dog? - I don't think so.

5. Have you ever lived any place other than where you live now? 
I lived in a no kill shelter before living here with my Forever Family.  I must have lived somewhere before that, but I don't remember.

If you've read through this and you want to play ~ Consider yourself "Tagged"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dirty Laundry ! and the Orange Revolution !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/682074</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 21:19:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday when the pink carrier came out, guess who went running to hide under the bed?

If you gu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday when the pink carrier came out, guess who went running to hide under the bed?

If you guessed Mr. "Alpha"  Nuk - you're correct !  As soon as he heard the latch that opens the wire door, off he went "slink running."
I stayed calm, out and about and supervised. I'm feeling fine, so I knew the carrier wasn't coming out for me.
Poor Wookie Gabby though, if she *was* scared she didn't move, maybe she just wasn't feeling well enough to put up much of a fight.  Anyway, she's been smelling kind of *funky* lately, so I wasn't too surprised to see her get deposited into the carrier and taken out of the house.  No doubt going for a *special* visit to the Tortury!

No "several nights booking" at the Tortury for our Wookie though, maybe an hour later or so, Mama, Papa, and Wookie were all back home. Let me tell you, if I thought that Gabby smelled "kind of funky" before she left, upon returning home she was bringing the FULL funk!
She was missing some hair on her neck, smelled like Tortury liquids and there was some gooey, oozing thing "giving up the funk!"
I asked her "What did *they* do to you?" - but I never got an answer, Papa scooped the Wookie up and took her along with Mama into the bathroom... Where, no doubt, some extra tortures sent home from the Tortury, were performed.  After being let free of the bathroom, Gabby took off looking for a place to hide.

A little later an exhausted Mama laid down for a nap, Papa thought he'd join her and guess who joined them?
Right... Mr. "Alpha" himself.  Except he was so *needy* and sickeningly sweet.  Making his big, round, soft eyes and walking back and forth from Mama's chest to Papa's and bumping their hands to make them pet him.  I don't know what that whole *display* was about, but as Nuk was settling himself down on and holding on to Mama, I gave a little snort and left the bedroom in disgust. 

Curled up ALONE in the big red chair, I realized that we have an "Orange Contingent" here!  Gabby has diluted orange in her hair, Little Ancho is very orange furred and I have spots or orange.  If I could only *mobilize* those two (The Wookie and the hamster!) We could have a coup and rule the house.  (even if I would have to be the "brains" of the whole operation, and don't even ask how a Tri Color, a Wookie and a Hamster are going to overthrow the Striped Nuisance and two Humans...)
*sigh* - well a girl can dream, can't she?!

Anyway, the good news in all of this is that Gabby is much improved today over yesterday.  Her appetite is fully back and she's drinking her water.  She's no longer giving off heat like a furry furnace!  (The *Funk* is still draining from her, but even that doesn't smell quite the same as it did.)
Striped Nuisance is still singing his "It wasn't me" song... but I've got to wonder ;)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>All Hamsters Are Safe!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/680912</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Jul 2010 21:13:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>.... but there are only 3 of the original 4 at the Rescue tonight!

What a night!  I have never se ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ .... but there are only 3 of the original 4 at the Rescue tonight!

What a night!  I have never seen my family so edgy, excited, nervous and then happy!

I heard that the Rodent Rescue founder, her husband, my Mama & Papa sat waiting in a car and the Humane Officer who had met them all at the Rescue prior to leaving was in his own vehicle.  All together from their vehicles they watched and awaited the "throwing out of the garbage" - Finally around 9:15pm the backdoor of the store opened and out walked an employee with the store's bagged garbage.  The employee put the bags in the dumpster and returned to inside the store.  The humans sprang from their vehicles and descended upon the dumpster carefully taking out the bagged garbage and opening it.

Happily and sadly... thrown in with the garbage were the two wounded hamsters and they were alive!  They were transferred 1 each to their waiting cages.  At this point the Humane Officer (who was a really, really BIG guy) released the care of the hamsters to the Rescue (although, they are technically now living *evidence*) and went around to the front of the store to request entrance. *Our* part in this Rescue was finished for tonight.  (Although I'm quite sure Mama would have liked to have heard what went on inside the pet store with the hulking Humane Officer and the pet store staff and management.)

The two wounded boys have veterinary appointments set up already for tomorrow where they will officially have their condition documented and treated.  (The little guy with the bite on his testicle will probably need surgery, the other guy should just need some wound care and possible antibiotics.)
They may not go up for adoption as long as the case against the pet store remains open.
(Which doesn't matter, they need time to heal, and since the Rescue is a No-Kill, they could live out the remainder of their lives there, if needed.)

Of the two "aggressor" boys (both of whom do not seem aggressive at all with humans, only their own kind) there is now only one remaining at the Rescue.  Who didn't see this coming? Mama fell in love with the one cinnamon boy earlier tonight and after the two wounded were settled in back at the Rescue the founder (who must have seen Mama's *lovestruck eyes*) asked Mama if she would like to give a home to either of the two "aggressor" hamsters from last night.  The Cinnamon guy had earlier sniffed Mama's hand curiously then stretched to take a pumpkin seed from her.  (Both "aggressors" need some 'hand taming' - I don't think they got much if any of that at the pet store...)
But Mama just loves that type of thing!  She answered that she had really had fallen in love with the cinnamon and since we had not brought a cage along, the little cinnamon was put into a small animal carrier and brought home with Mama and Papa.  Tomorrow before Papa goes to work he will return the carrier back to the rescue.

Here, the little cinnamon is now named "Ancho" - after Mama's favorite chili pepper and he is settling in nicely to his new home!  After he adjusts to the stress of moving twice in 2 days I'm sure there will be some pictures of him.

Mama, Papa, the Rescue Founder and her husband were all talking tonight... How can we prevent this from happening again?  Samoa's point was also brought up.  How much cheaper and ultimately hassle free would it have been for the pet store owner to simply have enough adequate caging on hand?  Even seeking veterinary care for the two wounded would have been cheaper than the resultant fine or judgement for denying the wounded veterinary care and cruelly "throwing away"  two wounded hamsters alive?

Should there be legislation that regulates the number of small animals a pet store is allowed to "house" to the number of adequate housing that they can provide? - How to enforce that?  Routine random inspections and fines?

Should an Educational Outreach Program be mandated to be completed successfully for all stores and employees who sell and deal in small animals?  
How to enforce that?  It would be easy enough for a store (and employees) to conduct an instructional, factual, training program, but once completed - would the points truly be followed?  How to ensure that new employees would be educated.  A checklist can be 'checked off' without a single item on it actually ever having performed.

Several small steps could have ensured both the pet store's name and the safety of these hamsters long before we ever got into a situation like tonight...
Understanding the solitary nature of the Syrian and providing individual housing for animals who don't sell by the age of 6-8 weeks would have prevented the wounding and ultimately prevented tonight's situation.

Would a pet store/rescue partnership be of best benefit?  I promise you most of our "Rescues" are not this *dramatic.*  Most animals are owner relinquished - Some come from the Country Humane Society (which is a kill shelter) and others come into the rescue as "Unsalable" which is when a pet store contacts us themselves with an older small animal or one who is a *biter* that just isn't selling for them. Often these *biters* can be 'socialized' and sometimes they are just *feisty* personalities.  Either way they are all safe with us.  Since first opening on January 22nd 2004, the rescue has been able to find 425 small animals great new homes.

... and it just "hit" me that all this comes about exactly to the day, one week after our Pie left for the Bridge.
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		<title>I think we're going on a Rescue!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/680773</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Jul 2010 21:00:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't do much &quot;Hamster&quot; talk because, well duh, this is Catster and not Hamster'er ~ MoL
But the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't do much "Hamster" talk because, well duh, this is Catster and not Hamster'er ~ MoL
But the rodent rescue Mama works with got an interesting call tonight, from a "concerned pet store employee"

Four Syrian male young adult hamsters are being housed together in a tank smaller than 5 gallons.  (To maximize space, pet stores will often do this, and young Syrian hamsters can live together.) Upon reaching young adulthood though, at 6-8 weeks their solitary instinct develops and fights will occur.  The Syrian is by nature a solitary and territorial animal (While dwarf hamsters are more social and can live in pairs or small groups.)
As the Syrians develop further into adulthood their fights will become more severe, prolonged and aggressive, injuries will then be sustained.  Fights until death can occur.

To this particular pet store's credit, males are being housed separately from females to prevent pregnancy, but these young adult males have been fighting with each other and two are seriously wounded. All four remain caged together and on the sale floor.

The young pet store employee who called the rescue stated that tomorrow night is the night before garbage pickup and at the close of the store, the employees working tomorrow were instructed to "throw away" the two alive but seriously wounded hamsters, rather than provide them with veterinary care.

The founder of our rescue went to this particular pet store to see for herself what condition the two wounded are in.  She verified their condition (one male has a bite on his testicle and the other has a bite on his leg and neck) and asked to speak to a manager about why the two wounded are still being kept with the other two Syrian males and why in their condition they are still "for sale" on the sale floor.  The Manager told her that "he didn't know what to do with them since they fight all the time." The rescue founder asked if they would receive treatment and the Manager told her "he would send them back until they healed."
Not wanting to arouse suspicion she then left the pet store and sent her husband back a little later to purchase the two "aggressors" - Which will at least buy a day of peace for the two wounded and these two guys will get good homes.

Tomorrow night, while accompanied by a country Humane Officer we will await the throwing out of the garbage.  Whether there are hamsters alive or dead in the garbage, this particular pet store is in for some questioning.
Pennsylvania does have some animal protective Pet Store statutes
(PA. STAT. ANN. tit. 18, § 5511) Prohibits anyone from wantonly or cruelly depriving an animal of “necessary” vet care. (Penalty: summary offense) 

In fact, 17 states (Arizona, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Florida, Kansas, Louisiana, Maine, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania, and Virginia) require that pet shops provide veterinary care to sick or injured animals, only 2 of them (Kansas and Nebraska) require that each pet shop devise, in conjunction with a licensed veterinarian, a written program preventing disease, parasitic infestations, and injuries for the animals housed at the pet shop.

In regards to Pet Stores and Euthanasia the breadth and level of detail varies substantially, 8 states (Arizona, Connecticut, Florida, Iowa, Kansas, Missouri, New Jersey, and New York) mandate the techniques by which animals can be euthanized at pet shops. An additional 12 states (California, Illinois, Indiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Virginia, and Wisconsin) provide broader restrictions — restrictions on humane euthanasia methods in a variety of settings. 

At our behest, the County Humane Officer will be investigating any veterinary records for the wounded. Charges will be brought if there are alive hamsters in the garbage and records of the euthanasia method used will be requisitioned (and charges brought if needed) if there are dead hamsters in the garbage tomorrow night.

Either way... It looks like Taag has been working overtime trying to Guardian Angel some small furry lives and I'll bet not too far in our future is a new little brother. Mama has not yet met either of the  *aggressor* boys.  She'll meet them tomorrow night before "garbage time."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Taking One for Team Calico...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/680320</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Jul 2010 21:23:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday night, under the cover or darkness *they* started... Local, backyard type fireworks detona ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday night, under the cover or darkness *they* started... Local, backyard type fireworks detonations.
No cat here seemed to care one way or the other - We were all out and about behaving *usually.*

3 hours ago tonight, it was a different story.  First with the city fireworks detonations. Although those too were manageable until the Boom BooM BOOM BOOOOOOM ending.  Then I started to become concerned and worried.  Ears up, eyes wide and head turned toward the window the sound seemed to be coming in from.
I heard our family saying many things.  "Taag hated any weather she could hear.  Not just thunder and lightning but wind and even just the sound of rain alone - Taag especially hated fireworks and was inconsolable during them."
My family specifically told me "This is but a tiny taste of what your pal Ishtar has been enduring." - Which gave me no comfort...

When the city's fireworks display ended, then came again the locals with their ill-procured fireworks.  The evil boy/men in the building across the lot came out and started detonating theirs and what sounded like right on the other side of our fence! *
That did it - That was ENOUGH for me.  Nuk and I started running from one end of the house to the other, a slinking run, really low to the ground.  It seemed nowhere was safe!
Nuk, I think, grabbed Gabby and headed for the safety of the underbed and I decided the safest area for me would be aside of the blanket box, with my back against the wall and only my little head peeking forth underneath the blanket overhang canopy.

Mama came looking for me, and spotted my eyes wide and shining in the low light.
"Sweets" she said "Will you come out now - all is quiet?" - I made a little questioning "Miau" cry and walked out to let her pet me.  After rubbing on her and letting her rub on me, I decided that I had had enough and went right back to my hiding place.  I think I'll just wait out the night here...

*Human note:
Both Chris and I went outside and could see no one although we too could hear how loud and close the fireworks sounded.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/677046</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 16:22:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Tagged !

Entry Body:
The Pharoah Loki tagged Nuk and he told us to play. We're doing so because  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tagged !

Entry Body:
The Pharoah Loki tagged Nuk and he told us to play. We're doing so because we *want* to... NOT because *he* told us to.

1. What time do you go to to bed?
Whenever I want. Where ever I want.  I'm Sweets - "What Sweets wants, Sweets gets."

2. What is your favorite gift you have recieved and why?
What can beat a forever home and a forever family?

3. Whats your favourite way to wake up and whats the first thing you do?
I like to wake up on my own, to the first light of sun and the birds chirping.  I do NOT like being wakened by humans or Striped Nuisances.  The first thing I do is go wake Papa, so that I have some company in my wakefulness.

4.What would you call yourself if you could choose your own name?
Ariadne ~ , in Greek mythology (Latin Ariana), was daughter of King Minos of Crete and his queen, Pasiphaë, daughter of Helios, the Sun-titan. She aided Theseus in overcoming the Minotaur (actually her half-brother) but was equally the bride of the god Dionysus

5. What was the last thing you ate that you really should not have eaten?
Oh... The Aloe Vera (and right after that, I wanted to eat the green top of a pineapple, but that was taken away from me too)

6.What are you afraid of?
Very little scares me.  I don't really like rides in the car.

7.Do you have brothers and sisters?
I can't remember my blood brothers or sisters... I don't even remember my kitty mom.
I do live with Nuk and Gabby

8.What is your motto in life?
Give it to me!  It's mine!

9. Would you like to be famous? Why or why not?
Nah... I've had enough of people "gawking" at me, while I lived in my shelter. I think I'll just keep a low profile for the rest of my life.

10. What cartoon or comic book character best describes you?
Felix the Cat - I've got a magical bag of tricks!

11. What super-power would you most like to have, and why?
Duplication would be awesome.  The ability to create physical duplicates of myself?
We could really mess with the SN's mind!

12. If you could play sports, what would you play and why?
It would have to be a solitary sport.  I'm not really a team player... Hmmm, Acrobat!
I am quite adept at balancing and strange contortions!

** If you liked reading my answers and you'd like to play - Go right ahead!  I love reading what my friends write!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Have *Proof*  the S.N. is Intellectually Challenged!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/676246</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Jun 2010 15:14:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>That's right!!!

The Striped Nuisance, handsome he may be, but smart... Not so very!

He was so  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's right!!!

The Striped Nuisance, handsome he may be, but smart... Not so very!

He was so excited to receive a Hero Ribbon rosette from his friend. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=" http://www.catster.com/cats/990900 ">Tigger</a> ~  Not only is the rosette named "Hero" but Tigger actually used that very word on his message to our family.

... and they say "The Striped Nuisance's ego grew 3 times that day"

That *ego* must have temporarily restricted blood-low to the SN's brain - because he went to send a large PotP rosette back to Tigger from our family. (complete with a sweet message)
and ended up sending that rosette to HIMSELF.  Himself!!! 

MoL - MoL - MoL - Oh My Cats...I couldn't make up these things!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Brr and Forbidden Noms.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/675980</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Jun 2010 23:16:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Too cold here.  Do. NOT. Like!  It's currently 59F/15C here and getting cooler as the night lengthen ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Too cold here.  Do. NOT. Like!  It's currently 59F/15C here and getting cooler as the night lengthens.  I like to be warm.  The hotter the better I say.  
To the certain cat who suggested that his sisfur and I "go to live in a volcano" - that would be just fine by me!!!

I've got to admit though... Gabby certainly is more *frisky* in the cooler temperatures.  She's *playing* her 'Hide & Seek' game.  (Where she *hides* {or thinks she's hiding} along the side of the sofa and then she *seeks* to rush out at whomever gets near her)
Where the fun is in that?... I don't know.  She doesn't smack us or pounce on us.  She just sort of rushes forward and then stops.
Well... at least it's a little exercise for her.  Probably by morning she and the Striped Nuisance will be thundering like buffalo as they chase each other back and forth through the house.

Some of your families know there was a "burning" here about a little over a week ago.  Mama burnt 2 of her fingers while cooking (1 only slightly and the other one more seriously.)
*IF* this family ate hot dogs, I think it would have been hard for them to continue doing so after seeing that burnt finger tip...
You know the look of an over grilled hot dog? (well minus the blackened parts) - Yes. It was like that.
Before you grow too concerned, Mama's finger is healing nicely!  Although this burn caused one of our friends to give us some of their Aloe Vera plant to take and grow here.

Right... so today I met this plant.  It was on the side shelf in the kitchen, near the window where I *sunbathe* ~ and it was calling my name.  It was saying "Sweets... I'm so juicy and tasty!  Won't you take a taste of me?"
What cat can resist such an invitation and so even though Mama & Papa were right in the kitchen with me, I stretched my neck out so that my mouth could reach that plant and I 'nommed' it!  I had pulled the little baby Aloe Vera even out of the pot and was going to devour it when Mama caught me and took the plant away!

A quick check of poisonous plants turned up this information:
Aloe 
Scientific Name: Aloe vera
Family: Liliaceae
Toxicity: Toxic to Cats, Toxic to Dogs
Toxic Principles: Saponins
Clinical Signs: Vomiting, depression, diarrhea, anorexia, tremors, change in urine color.

Oh my!  I told Mama & Papa I didn't eat much.  It is only a baby Aloe Vera and they interrupted me before I could really chow down on it.  Nevertheless, I ended up on 'Hover Watch' for the rest of the day and night.  
I am fine ! ~ I never did exhibit any symptoms. (I knew I wouldn't, I didn't eat much, just a tiny taste really)

... and that evil baby Aloe Vera?  It was going to go out on the porch, but then Mama & Papa thought that "if Sweets was enticed to eat it, the wanderers who visit our porch might want to eat it too."  They don't want any cats to be sickened by it.  So now the Aloe is on top of the fridge - where we can not reach or go.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>30 May :) My Third Year with my Family</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/674414</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 30 May 2010 00:57:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>3 Years ago, my family took me home.  I thought I might never get a Forever Family of my own.  So ma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 3 Years ago, my family took me home.  I thought I might never get a Forever Family of my own.  So many people looked at me, but walked away without me.  I can still remember the happy day when Shelter Mama said to me.... "You're going home"
Then I saw who I was going home with and even though when we first met, they walked away from me too - They came back, just for me !!!
It was a dream come true.

Little did I know then, that going "home" also meant "learning to live with the Striped Nuisance."
But... time passes and we all became a family.  Aforementioned Striped Nuisance is busy helping me cooperatively hunt a moth right now!

And... although at first I wished that The Wookie Leavers would have come back for the Wookie they left behind, again time has a way of making us all family.
(Gabby really is a sweetheart, and she doesn't seem to be any threat to me.  For that, I will let her sit near me and get closer to me than any untrustworthy cat. (S.N.))

I don't really have a birthday... I have instead a 'Gotcha' day :)
And I have some really pawsome friends to celebrate it with !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Leggy bugs and Training !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/666255</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 06:42:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/666255</guid>
		<description>First, I want to tell about the Leggy bug that Gabby FIRST saw last night.  I noticed the Wookie was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First, I want to tell about the Leggy bug that Gabby FIRST saw last night.  I noticed the Wookie was *intent* on something near the bookcase. (That's cause for interest, when the Wookie is intent on anything other than human skin and food)
I sat near to see what captured her attention and saw that she was tracking and pawing some fat long bug with 1000 legs!

We girls then "Cooperative Hunted" and it was this that my family noticed.  Then Papa came and took the Leggy Bug away from us.

If you are asking yourself... "Where is the *mighty* hunter Nuk during all of this."
Let me tell you.  He had crammed himself under a small bench on the opposite side of the room. (No one thought to get a picture of him like that - but if he does it again you can be certain that the camera will come out!)

Speaking of Papa, he continues to prove to be the most easily trained of my family!
I have now determined that there are two ways to "get him to give up his seat for me."
(as he should for a Lady!)

The first way is subtle.  I come near him, as if I want to sit and cuddle.  But instead I begin kneading and *tenderizing* areas of his lap that are already 'tender'
He'll quickly get up and sit on the floor in front of the couch and let me take his couch seat.

My second way gets right to the point.  I jump onto the arm pad of the couch and start pushing my nose and head behind his back.  This way is so overt that even the most dense of humans could not ignore what I want.  Papa quickly understands that this is *my* way of telling him that I want his seat and that he should move and give it to me.  Usually while also telling me "how pretty and smart I am"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Humans CAN Be Trained</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/664406</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Apr 2010 08:10:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/664406</guid>
		<description>My friend Ishtar is having some success with training her human.  I wanted to tell a recent developm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My friend Ishtar is having some success with training her human.  I wanted to tell a recent development in my own (ongoing) training of my own humans.

It's true, they can learn!  You must be persistent and consistent.  I think humans have delicate brains and it's best not to overwhelm them with too much training at once.
Setting a clear goal and working to achieve that will see the best results.

A lot depends on how perceptive or dense your humans are.  I have worked hard the past 2 and 1/2 years to get my humans to understand my body language.  I can often get them to do what I want with just a look.  Other times, I need to MIAUUUU most loudly and plaintively.

My most recent training success involves being picked up and set on the kitchen side counter so that I can easily make the small hop into the window from there.
(Oh my yes! Isn't that quite an accomplishment!)

I stand in the kitchen and look up at whichever human happens to be out there with me.  I rub myself against their ankles and I make my eyes as wide and pretty as possible.  Then while holding their gaze I cry.  If my humans don't appear to understand my entreaty, I will then stretch up my front paws high on their legs.  
(That *climbing* action helps to define in their brains what it is exactly that I want)

Papa will sometimes say to me "You can jump up on your own." ~ Yes of course I can, and I jump from the bathroom sink edge to that window.... but that's NOT the point.  The point is that <i>I want YOU to lift me now and here!</i>

I must say that I believe the female mind is more sensitive to *training* - since Mama often understands what I want and gives it to me much more quickly than Papa.

But Humans CAN Be Trained!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Window &quot;Battles&quot; and Compromise!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/661756</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 00:19:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/661756</guid>
		<description>When Papa saw my picture he said &quot;Sweets has been waiting all day to get in that window! She was eye ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When Papa saw my picture he said "Sweets has been waiting all day to get in that window! She was eyeing it up this morning when it was still closed."

It's true, since that first nice day where the windows were opened, I keep looking at the bathroom window with longing... wishing it to be opened again!

It is not a far jump from the bathroom sink to the window ledge and I don't need to cry to be picked up and put in that window. (Nuk likes to jump from the tub ledge to the window ~ but he is a champion leaper!)

Nuk was already settled in the bathroom window, watching the goings on outside.
I wanted to be there in that window!  I didn't care that he was already there, I only knew that I must be...

So I stood on the bathroom sink ledge and said "Nuky, ready yourself, I'm coming up!"
He said "Oh you wouldn't dare!"
*JUMP* 
and I landed in the window beside him.  I boldly looked him straight in the eye and said " Here I am~ What are you going to do about it?" 

He looked worried that I might "Smacky Paw" him at any minute and wasn't sure if he should stay or should leave the window. 
"I don't know..." He said "What are YOU going to do?"
I told him "I'm going to sit here and look out this window." and he said "Ok - I too."
and together we sat, looking out on the world.

Who knew?   That the word *Compromise* was even in his vocabulary!?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>He's *Blaming* Me?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/661470</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 06:59:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/661470</guid>
		<description>So... the Striped Nuisance is avoiding taking responsibility for his own graceless actions?  He thin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So... the Striped Nuisance is avoiding taking responsibility for his own graceless actions?  He thinks he has found a way to push the blame on me?

I don't know what Rules existed here before I came to join this family.  I only know what House Rules I've lived under.

I would think though... that it takes a pretty special cat to get humans to change their House Rules.  If for 13 years Musha and Cappy had one set of Rules that Nuk and Taag then also had to live by, is that my problem?
If I come and a new set of House Rules is made around my desires, is that my fault?!
Of course not!
If I know exactly how to get what I want from my human family, is that a bad thing?
Besides... I know for a fact that NO cat was ever allowed before to play with Papa's ties as he dressed.  That's a Gabby induced game.  It would seem my family has a *soft spot* for their Girls. (and why not?  we are such sweethearts!)
I call "Sour Grapes" on this latest whining from the Striped Nuisance.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Small Justices ~ and I Hope to Make You Smile!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/660627</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 22:42:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/660627</guid>
		<description>I hope to bring a smile to your face!

The other night... The Striped Nuisance landed in water.  ( ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hope to bring a smile to your face!

The other night... The Striped Nuisance landed in water.  (Much to his shock, surprise and dismay) 
Mama and Papa were lazy and did not wash all of their dishes after supper. One large bowl remained in the sink, but filled with water and soaking. 
(and I DO mean LARGE.  This is a 6 quart bowl ~ MoL)

The Striped Nuisance jumped onto the sink ledge and into the sink (to get to his beloved kitchen window and make his "Night Watch") but landed instead into this bowl of water.

Oh was he surprised to find his feet and his butt wet! Out he jumped scattering water everywhere!  Dishes that were in the drain board rattled and clanked, pan lids clattered on the floor.  Mama jumped to her feet and Papa even woke and came to see if everything was alright!
MoL

Off sulked the Striped Nuisance to hide and lick his wet feet dry.  To try to salvage some of his *dignity* and soothe his wounded pride, leaving Mama and Papa to clean up after him.  While I merely lifted my head from my sleeping spot on the blanket box and Gabby came 'waddling' out to see what all the noise and fleeing Nuk was about.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sweets ~ A Day in the Life</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/660068</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 01:46:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Thank you friends, for your sweet comments on my profile picture.  That bookcase is one of our *high ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you friends, for your sweet comments on my profile picture.  That bookcase is one of our *high* feeding stations.  Nuk and I manage to gain or lose only a few ounces every year.  We can *maintain* our weight.  Gabby has never learned how to do that.  Because our weights remain stable Nuk and I are not having *our* food restricted. 
Gabby has not figured out (or is yet too plump) to jump onto Nuk's 'sentry post' and use that as a 'step' up onto the bookcase ~ so for now, only Nuk and I can reach the food bowl up there.
Although only one of us can (happily) be there at one time.

My profile picture was taken shortly after my afternoon snack.  I was just sitting with my fused patella leg hanging comfortably off the bookcase ledge. Mama saw me, got the camera and took my picture.  She said I have an adorable, inquisitive, intelligent, regal look that she wanted to capture.  I was pleased to hear such compliments.
I was enjoying the height (and the power)

Later in the evening, my family was settled in the living room and I was again enjoying the smaller height and power position on the coffee table.  Nuk was sitting over near his sentry post and the boogie mat.  He was annoying me, just by being in the same room with me.  I launched myself off of the table and landed right next to Nuk.  I gave a little 'war cry' and gave him a fast swat of my "Smacky Paw."  He took off running for the bedroom.  I was pleased.  My family watched this all, cheered me on, and found it all amusing.

Then it was time to cuddle Mama.  If she sits with her knees bent, I like to fit myself into the little 'V' that her legs make with her chest.  I can hang my leg off the side of her and she'll pet me and talk softly to me.
Don't tell her though... As nice as it is to cuddle her, I'm really just waiting for Daddy to move forward so that I can fit myself between his back and the sofa.  Once I'm in that position, he has no choice but to sit on the floor and give me his seat.  Daddy's seat is always warm and smells just like him.  It's my favorite spot in the house! 
When I first came to this family, I hear them say "What Sweets wants, Sweets gets." ~ I took that as a serious promise!
The heat hasn't been on so much so there isn't much opportunity for 'baking' myself.  That's ok, I've found that you can cuddle a human to take their warmth, or just take their seat!

Any time that any one gets up from the living room is an opportunity to jump down and lead the way to the bathroom.  In the bathroom is my water glass and my personal fountain.  Sometimes I want the 'fountain' - sometimes I want the glass - sometimes I want the fountain turned on and drink instead of the glass.  I like to 'mix it up'
I also like to make Mama or Papa turn on my fountain, whether or not the other one had just turned it on for me or not, even if I had already indicated that I was finished drinking.  New person, new drink!
There's a whole *ritual* to the "personal fountain."  Including plopping on the floor several times along the way to get tummy rubs and when walking I meow commands for the humans to follow.

Night comes quickly and Papa will go to bed.  I usually like to sleep in his sofa spot.  The bed is a tumultuous and dangerous landscape though.  If I do sleep on the bed, it's high between Mama and Papa - right about at their shoulders.  Night will pass with only minimal fuss.  Nuk usually is not *feisty* again until morning. 

I am usually the first to wake.  Of the humans or the cats. After I wake, it's time for everyone to wake.  Sometimes Papa needs help to wake and that's where I come in.  I walk around his head and Mama's head. I meow.  I root under the covers to see if I can find Papa's armpit or tickle his face with my whiskers while trying to smell his breath.  If he's really resistant... it's time to paw at his face a little.  He can NOT ignore that.
I don't need him for anything, there's usually food in both of the *high* food bowls ~ I just want him awake!  I'm awake and so he should be too.

Once he's dressed, it's time to make him pet me and again I will walk ahead of him, plopping myself down on the floor and rolling around in front of him so that he can pet my sides and my belly.  I like to 'talk' to him too.
Contented with our morning ritual, I'll go off and have a little breakfast.
I used to race through the house at morning times, because I have a thunderous run.  But that plan doesn't really work.  First, the humans don't really hear me enough to come awake and secondly it gives the wrong signal to Nuk.  Nuk thinks that anycat running MUST be chased.  He seems to think it's an invitation to play.  It's not... Well at least not when I do it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vet Day</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/655809</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 22:02:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>We went to the vet today.  I haven't gained any weight on my RC Urinary SO food (unlike a certain Wo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We went to the vet today.  I haven't gained any weight on my RC Urinary SO food (unlike a certain Wookie)

I also got the comment from one of the vet techs that "she remembered me from when I was in the hospital with my cystotomy" and she said that  she remembered me because "I lived up to my name"

I spent the rest of the day baking myself in front of the heat, being glad to be home and feeling tired from the singing that I had done in the back seat with Gabby.
I got to thinking...

No one ever says that they "Remember Nuk from *his* time in the hospital."
Which makes me wonder, if he behaved so badly that they completely wiped the incident from their minds?  Or if he simply did nothing *remarkable* when he was there.

True... he doesn't have a "Sweet" name like mine ~ Maybe if he had been named "Galoot" instead of Nuk the vets might *remember* him too and say that he "lived up to his name"
What I do know, is that he must not have "wowed" them - with his 'oh so wonderful' personality.  Although it does get tiresome, having to hear everyone tell him how "handsome he is"

Oh... you would have laughed to see him though.  When it wasn't his turn to be examined he made a bee line for the area of the examination room under the counter and next to the refrigerator.  He thought he was "hiding"
The rest of the time he clung to MaMa like a 'scared little baby' or tried hiding his head in her coat or under her chin.
Two times too he *squeaked* his little meowy-mouse squeak.  Such a high pitched sound coming from such a galoot of a cat.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Valentines Tag</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/651863</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 23:03:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/651863</guid>
		<description>1. Do you have a Valentine?... If so... who?
No.

2. If not... do you wish you did? ... Is there  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 1. Do you have a Valentine?... If so... who?
No.

2. If not... do you wish you did? ... Is there anyone particular? - 
No - I'm really not a romantic

3. What’s your favorite Love Song?... Who sings it?
"What Sweets wants, Sweets gets - by Optiboy (I don't think it's ever been released)

4.What would be a Perfect Valentines Day for you?
No other cats and Papa could stay home all day doing nothing but letting me sit on him and petting me.  We'd have a nice dinner of SO wet food and my personal "fountain" could stay on ALL day.  Papa wouldn't watch television or anything he'd just sit stroking me and talking to me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>10 January 2010 ~ CotD ~ How Shall I Wake Him</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/647879</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 07:17:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/647879</guid>
		<description>Good morning my friends.  I woke to find that I'm CotD, sharing the Catster homepage with the handso ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good morning my friends.  I woke to find that I'm CotD, sharing the Catster homepage with the handsome Aedan and the tragic Eve.

... But PaPa is still sleeping and doesn't yet know!  I want him to get up and give me the proper attention due to a Queen.

I stood and scratched at the speaker covering, scratch, scratch, scratch.
Does he wake?  Does he even stir deep inside his blanket cocoon?

I walked around "singing" CotD, CotD ! ~ Does he even hear me? Does his sleepy breathing change?

I walked up to the curtains in the bedroom and sunk my claws into them.
This caused him to turn over, but ignore me.

I jumped up on the bed and walked all over him ~ try to ignore that PaPa!
I moved in close to his face to smell his morning breath and tickle his cheek with my whiskers.

Finally !!!
He gets out of his cocoon and dresses.  I tell him that I'm CotD !
I "plop" at his feet and roll onto my side, so he can worship my belly.
We go into the bathroom so that he can turn on my own personal water fountain.

Oh I just know today is going to be GREAT.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Girl is in The Matrix - DDP Again?!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/646813</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Jan 2010 17:54:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/646813</guid>
		<description>Much to my surprise (and Nuk's chagrin) Diary Girl has picked me again (back to back days)
The last ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Much to my surprise (and Nuk's chagrin) Diary Girl has picked me again (back to back days)
The last time this happened was in early September 2009 and then after back-to-backing me she picked me again 3 days later to be "The One"
Yep, I guess The Oracle, gave her a cookie and told her !

Thank you Angel Buddie and his lovely fur wife, Miss Hazel Lucy 
Thank you Aryeh, Lucy, Hooch, Tate, Tilly, Sampson, Chef Rooster, Jasmine, Ishtar, The family of &#9829; Tony &#9829;, &#9829; Anna &#9829;, &#9829; Greystone &#9829;, &#9829; Sammy &#9829; and more!

I am truly blessed to be warmly loved and have friends like you !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>3 January, 2010</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/646542</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Jan 2010 11:32:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>MaMa came and just buried her face in my fur... Snuggling me with her wet face.

Oh and I was so n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ MaMa came and just buried her face in my fur... Snuggling me with her wet face.

Oh and I was so nicely "face baking" myself too, it's furry cold and I can hear the wind screaming outside. The perfect time for a nice nap in front of the heat, I thought, until I was interrupted.

"What is it MaMa?" I wondered... "Are you so happy that I am a Daily Diary Pick today?"
MaMa just shook her head and nuzzled deeper into my furs.

"Is this because it's your birthday?" (I know humans can be sensitive about getting older) - but MaMa again shook her head "No" and held me even tighter, peppering my cheek with little kisses.

"What could it be then MaMa?" - and softly she spoke into my fur.  She told me how the brave little blind kitty Eve that we had been purring for flew to the Bridge.  
"Oh no MaMa, so many sad kitties and families today."
MaMa just continued to hold and stroke me.  Then I heard the slight flutter of angel wings and the sound of Taag's voice in my head.

Taag whispered to me that she had met Eve at the bridge.  Taag also whispered that Love is forever and that the Catster Love and Kindness shown to Eve was imprinted on her kitty heart for all time, just as Eve had touched the hearts of so many.

We send our heartfelt sympathy to the families of Eve.  Her Earth Angel family who got her out of that "shelter" and her Forever Family To Be.
I am so very sorry.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On This ~ Christmas Eve</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/644335</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 04:10:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I had a lot of fun playing my friend Ishtar's advent calendar photo game.

Here are the quotes tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had a lot of fun playing my friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/597601"><u>Ishtar</u></a>'s advent calendar photo game.

Here are the quotes that I collected as prizes! ~ Sweet ponderings to you and may the coming New Year bring you every blessing.

<i>What greater gift than the love of a cat?" 
[by charles dickens]

"I love cats because I enjoy my home; 
and little by little, they become its visible soul."

"A little drowsing cat is an image of a perfect beatitude."

"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: 
music and cats."

james herriot: 
"If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans."

"A home without a cat, and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat, may be a perfect home, perhaps; but how can it prove its title? " ~  Mark Twain</i>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There is a Santa !  (Update) ~ Santa is a *She*</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/640243</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Dec 2009 09:15:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Papa just called, he will be leaving work at 1pm today!

I will get my picture with Santa!  (Not N ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Papa just called, he will be leaving work at 1pm today!

I will get my picture with Santa!  (Not Nuk and not Gabby)  Only me!

I had to wear the harness, but let me tell you... The harness is better than the jail box carrier.  You get to ride on Mama's lap and watch all the people, buildings and cars pass by.

I could tell right away that we weren't going to the Tortury, but I was still nervous about this "Santa" guy.

Turns out, that I am right and Nuk is wrong (at least about there being no Santa)

There is a Santa and *he* is not a *he* at all... In fact, "Santa" smells just like I remember my Shelter Mama smelling!  You can imagine my shock and surprise!  (Shelter Papa was there too, he was helping with the pictures printing.)

But that's right girls!  Santa is a *She*

I was a *relatively* calm girl through it all.  Permitting people to hold me and one shelter volunteer even said that "she wished she could take her cat out with her like how I was."

I'm glad this Santa business only comes once a year though...  I think I had all I could take of going out in the snow and strangers to last a whole other year.  There was even a hotdoggy dachshund getting his picture with Santa.

Shelter Mama and Papa were so happy to see me, and Shelter Papa even said he "misses me."  We were buddies, I used to cuddle up on his chest too and lay my head against his shoulder.  They were so good to me.  They will always have a special place in my heart for the help they gave me and all the kitties they have helped since.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Have you met?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/640217</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Dec 2009 07:25:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/640217</guid>
		<description>Have you met my friend Ishtar?

She has set up an Advent Calendar on her page.

Each day she put ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have you met my friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/597601"><u>Ishtar</u></a>?

She has set up an <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/597601/diary/A_cats_conspiracy_theories/639199"><u>Advent Calendar</u></a> on her page.

Each day she puts up a numbered picture and that's the *door* for the day.  When a cat sees that day's numbered picture, He/She writes Ishtar a PawMail saying something like "I'd like to open door number __"
and then in that PawMail they also put the *caption* for that day's picture.

If they are the first ones of the day to write asking to open that day's door they will get a special surprise from Ishtar!

Fun and Cool !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas Tag</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/640176</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Dec 2009 22:30:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/640176</guid>
		<description>The Pharaoh Loki tagged me, so this is for him!


1. Do you believe in Santa Paws? Why? /Why not? ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Pharaoh Loki tagged me, so this is for him!


1. Do you believe in Santa Paws? Why? /Why not?!
I have never seen this Santa Paws/Sandy Claws.  That may all change tomorrow though.  I overheard my family talking about taking me to an "offsite event" that benefits my old shelter.  I heard them saying something about "Sweets' picture with Santa"
It all depends on if Papa can leave work earlier than 4pm though.
(Keep your paws crossed that his 3 or 3:30 appointments either cancel or don't show)

2. Have you been naughty or nice? Please explain yourself!
I am "Sweets" - I am always "nice"  (The <b>only</b> who may disagree with that would be that bothersome Nuk... but that's only because he refuses to admit that I only give him my "Smacky Paw" because he has proved time & time again, that it's the only thing he understands.)

3. What would you like Santa Paws to bring you? Why?
I don't need anything.  I already have so much.  I have more than I need and everything that I could want.

4. What is your favorite Christmas Carol? Why?
Adeste Fideles - with the Wilcox soprano descant.
"Sing choirs of angels, sing in exultation..."
I think of my sisfur Taag and our Angel friends all singing together, being exultant!

5. What is your favorite Christmas movie? Why?
I don't know that I've ever seen one!  It's a well known fact here that movies/television are just an excuse for me to cuddle Mama or Papa.
So, I usually will sit on them, staring up at them, until my eyes grow heavy and I drowse.

I don't like listing cats for tagging - so if the spirit moves you and you want to write out your own answers to this tag, I'll be happy to read them on my Catster "rounds"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Tag</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/636629</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 14:41:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>What is your name? Sweets.  I was named (accurately) by my shelter.  Since I knew my name and it sui ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <b>What is your name?</b> Sweets.  I was named (accurately) by my shelter.  Since I knew my name and it suited me, my family kept it.

<b>What other nicknames do you have?</b> 
Itty, Itty Bitty Pretty One, Babies, Sweetses, Smeagol, Boots (that's a recent one in reference to my Cousin Aldo and my shaven legs)

<b>What breed are you?</b> The most common.  Domestic Short Hair.  I'm a calico/tabby

<b>Where were you born?</b> Easton? Allentown?  - I don't really know.

<b>Where do you live now?</b> Bethlehem, PA

<b>What is your favorite toy?</b> A red canvas "mouse"

<b>What is your favorite store?</b> SuperPetz, I saw my "forever family" there !

<b>How many toys do you have?</b> More than I could ever play with

<b>Wet or dry food?</b> Dry and *special* diet

<b>What is your favorite color?</b> purple

<b>Are you bad when nobody's looking?</b> How would anyone know, if no one was looking?  I am "bad" in the mornings when I want my family awake.  I have ALL sorts of *tactics* to accomplish that goal.

<b>Are you friendly?</b> If I know you well enough.
The veterinary staff seems to think so!

<b>Are you overweight?</b> Maybe a little?

<b>Do you eat people food? </b> No... Not at my shelter and not with my forever family.  Maybe I did, with people before, but I don't really remember.

<b>Do you eat bugs?</b> No, I'm civilized

<b>Do you live with other animals?</b> Yes, unfortunately.  At my shelter there were many.  At my forever home only 2 cats and a hamster.

<b>Do you like to exercise? </b> Not really, I prefer snuggling. 

<b>Do you like car rides?</b> No!  A car ride means one thing - VET

<b>Do you get into stuff?</b> Not really... But I do knock the Husker Du poster about in the morning, and bat at my human Papa's face.

<b>Do you like to swim?</b> Oh honey, NO!

<b>What is your favorite treat?</b> I had a Royal Canin Urinary SO wet pack that was good one time.

<b>Do you shed?</b> Yes, and I can make *snow*

<b>What's the funniest thing you ever did?</b> Stand and meow at everybody who came near my cage at the vet hospital.  I'm not really "funny" - I'm more the "cute and adorable" moments type of girl.

<b>What's the bravest thing you ever did? </b> Stay at the veterinary hospital recently

<b>Are you neutered?</b> Yes... Some one "stole my purse"

<b>Are you a social animal?</b> Not by choice.

<b>Collar or harness?</b>Neither

<b>Retractable or regular leash?</b> Neither.

<b>Ceramic, Metal or Plastic bowls?</b>Metal and Glass

<b>Do you sleep in a crate?</b> No!! I have only ever slept in a cage at the hospital.

<b>Do you have a bed?</b>  My bed is where I make it.

<b>Do you have a doghouse?</b> Ammm NO! - I am NOT a dog!

<b>Do you belong to any clubs?</b> I have some Catster groups that
I'm in.

<b>How does your owner describe you?</b> My family tells everyone who will listen how unbelievably sweet, cute and adorable I am.  To them, I am perfect !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've been Tagged</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/635346</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 07:27:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>The lovely (and prickly thorn in Nuk's side) Miz Rose has tagged me to play the &quot;5 Things I'm Thankf ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The lovely (and prickly thorn in Nuk's side) Miz Rose has tagged me to play the "5 Things I'm Thankful For" game.

1.)
I'm thankful that I had a shelter who was willing to look after me until I found my forever home.  However long that might have taken.

2.) 
I'm thankful that my forever family needed catnip that fateful Saturday.
Without their going into that pet store, where my shelter was having their "Adoption Event" on that day, at that time, I don't know how I would have met my family.

3.)
I'm thankful that I have a family who loves me.  A family who will take me to the Tortury if I'm sick or even if they fear I'm sick.  I do not love the Tortury, but they make you worse, so that you can feel better.

4.)
I'm thankful that I'm on the "smallish" side and petite bodied.  I can climb all over and curl up on my family, in ways that the "Galut Nuk" and "Pumpkin Gabby" cant.  Also that my eyes look so big, in my little head.  It makes for a look that my family can't resist.

5.)
I'm thankful for "morning breath" and "man armpits" - both are such delicious smells.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Guess where I've just come from?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/635181</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 13:44:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear friends, care to guess where I just came from?

That terrible cat &amp; dog tortury that the huma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear friends, care to guess where I just came from?

That terrible cat & dog tortury that the humans call "veterinary hospital"

I was sleeping ever so comfortably on my blanket box when I was rudely scooped up by Papa and put into that hateful pink portable jail.
Yes, yes, then the car ride to the Tortury.

At the Tortury, even though we had an appointment, we had to wait awhile.  There were a lot of Emergencies today.  That's ok, I have nothing but time and if any of my family had an emergency situation I would want the understanding of other kitties and doggies while my family member was urgently attended to.

After we went back into the private torture chamber room, my temperature was taken, my incision looked at, my belly poked and prodded.
All looks good.
I don't have to have my stitches out - because I don't have any on the outside.  All the stitches that were inside of me were the dissolving type.

I'm eating my special food and making my * Sweets products* as normally as anyone could hope for.  In fact I heard my family say "That now when I pee, they can actually hear the *flow*."
How weird are they anyway?!?  What are they doing listening???

I just started my second bottle of antibiotic yesterday.  That's the one without my pain medicine mixed into it.  No more pain medicine for me.  That's ok too, I'm feeling much, much better.

I've been so thankful to be home and with my family, that I've been extra loving.  Crawling up on them and curling contentedly on them to take my naps.  I want them to know that I love them and that I love being home.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I must be... The Boss</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/634329</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:47:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I have a lot of time on my paws...  I'm mostly just resting, watching squirrels, or contemplating th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a lot of time on my paws...  I'm mostly just resting, watching squirrels, or contemplating this weird <i>*seam*</i> in my tummy.
And it's come up in my thoughts more than once that "I must be the Boss here."

That Nuk tries to tell me, that that idea is just Torbutol induced delusions, but I know better.
I can present evidence to substantiate my claims.

When I first came here my nails were all trimmed by my shelter.  It was because of me and my nails that a "nail trimming" policy was instituted for all kitties in the family.  (There had never been such a policy in place prior to my arrival.)

If I am sitting on the computer chair, NO human will move me.  Instead they will move the chair to aside of the table and get another one for themselves to sit on.  (Even Nuk is not privileged to such deference.)

I have heard my humans say "What Sweets wants - Sweets gets."

At treats time, it is often I who procure the treats the whole family.  It is my *tactics* that gain us treats.

In my recent imprisionment, I was given a different food to eat.  This food followed me home and now <i> because of me</i> Nuk and Gabby must also eat this food.

Not only that... But now we all must eat <i> only at certain times</i>
Gone are the days of "eat whenever you want."

I ask you, gentle kitty friends...  Who else but a <i>Boss</i> could effect such lasting household changes?!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A little after midnight update.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/633641</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Nov 2009 22:32:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/633641</guid>
		<description>I was so tired and so relieved to be home.  Friends!  Forgive me for such a short diary entry before ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was so tired and so relieved to be home.  Friends!  Forgive me for such a short diary entry before.  Mama and Papa told me that so many kitties and their families were thinking of me and holding me near in their thoughts.  I wanted each of you to feel the same relief that I felt upon coming home.

At the end of my *confinement* - The minions came to tell me that my family had arrived to take me home.  First, my doctor wanted to talk with them, before Papa paid my "ransom" and I was handed over to my family.

My urinalysis showed an elevation of my WBC & RBC.  The smaller stones that had embedded themselves in my bladder walls and the larger one that was rolling around in me had caused irritation and a minor infection.  The blood cells found in my urine were not alarming high.
There was no calcium found in my urine and my protein was within normal ranges (but to the high side of normal)
It will be interesting to learn the exact composition of that large stone, once it is analyzed.

My preoperative bio-chemical profile demonstrated that my BUN and Creatine were also within normal ranges.  There is no problem with my kidneys function.

The biopsy done on the sample from my bladder also came back normal.  There are no cancerous changes going on in my bladder.

My Torbutol is mixed with my antibiotic drops and once that bottle is finished I have another bottle of antibiotic without pain medicine in it to finish.

My stitches are all on the inside and will dissolve.  There are stitches closing my bladder in layers and my tummy is closed in 2 layers as well with the third layer being closed with surgical "skin glue" ;)
My incision site looks neat and clean and I have no inhibition about rolling over and showing it - asking for my usual upper chest rubs and armpit scritches.
I think there have been some *compromising* photos taken of me, which I am sure will find their way to my Catster profile yet...

I must go "back there" in 10 days for a re-check and for my tormentors to steal some more pee from me.

After a little nap by the heat (so warm and comforting) and enjoying the quiet of our home.  I made a little investigative tour.  Everything was just as I remembered it.  Except!  the food bowls are no longer available to any cat, at any time.  We must now all eat only when Mama or Papa say that "it's meals time."
I understand that my food can't be left out for the Wookie Gabby or Nuk to gorge themselves on.  She and Nuk are slowly being titrated over to my food.  So their dinners food is mixed with our old food.  My dinners are all my new Royal Canin Urinary SO-33 food.  Which I decided I liked while I was eating it in jail.

Gabby was kind to me and kept her eye on me, but did not intrude on my personal space or harass me.  Nuk came close for a sniff, BUT I do not trust him - and I told him so.  He kept trying to sneak closer to me for a nose-to-nose sniff.  I told him "If I could be victorious over my tormentors, imagine what I could do to you."  He stepped back and watched me, but did not "press his luck" by trying to get any closer.

When Papa came back home again (after dropping Mama and me at home) we all went into the bathroom for those nasty antibiotic drops to be given to me.  A short while later, I was really sleepy.  I came out to the couch and jumped up between them.  I went and said my "Thank YOU's and I Love YOU's to Papa first.  Then next I went to Mama and kneaded her belly to make a nice bed for myself.  I climbed up upon her, placed my paw onto her shoulder and there curled myself on her chest, with her bent legs as my butt-rest.  So comfy.
I could her heart beat and I could hear Papa and Mama talking to each other.  Let me tell you... That pain medicine is some fantastic stuff.  In no time at all, I started to drift away into the most comforting sleep I've had since Monday night!
I send my gratitude to my friends and my family's friends who all purred for me, squeezed their paw and virtually held my family's hands.

Sounding almost like a dream, sounding from far away and yet close.  I heard Mama telling Papa of the kitties who were still sick. 
I heard Mama say the names of so many of my friends. 
I send purrs and the Power of the Paw to the many sick.  

I heard her voice quiver when she told him of the kitties who had left their Earthly families this week and gone to the Bridge.  
I felt so saddened for their families who are missing them so.
I send tender whisker kisses of comfort and my sympathy to the families of our Bridge friends.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am HOME !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/633548</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Nov 2009 15:00:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>My release has successfully been negotiated and I am home.

I am so relieved !!!

Nuk &amp; Gabby se ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My release has successfully been negotiated and I am home.

I am so relieved !!!

Nuk & Gabby seem a little bit wary of me, but they've been leaving me alone.

I peed once on my towel in my carrier on the way home and 2 times more since I've been home. (I heard Mama say that "my urine looks good.")

Yeah, I know... I've got strange family.  Everyone is so fascinated with Sweets' *products.  MoL

I think I'm going to hang out in front of the heater and enjoy the warmth and peace of being home.

Thank YOU - ALL my friends for your rosettes, gifts, pawmails and information.  It means so much to me (and my human family)

I want to personally thank all of you - Once I am settled in.

It's time now for some Quality Family Time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Negotiating My Release.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/633384</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Nov 2009 21:02:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/633384</guid>
		<description>One of the minions came to my Jail cage tonight.  She had a folded blanket that she set me in, purri ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One of the minions came to my Jail cage tonight.  She had a folded blanket that she set me in, purrito'd me and carried me into yet another room.

I had heard the minions talking outside of the Jail cage area and I had heard my name being mentioned.  I knew they were "up to something" again.

As I was carried to the new room in my blanket I steeled my resolve for yet another torment.  
The minion opened the door to the room, and there were my family !!!

My heart was ever so glad to see them again.  For those first few moments after I was set down on the table with the blanket, all I could do was walk from Papa to Mama and back again rubbing on them.

The minion spoke and said that I was "truly" like my name and that she was going to "keep" me.
My family told her "OH no, you're not!"
The minion went on to explain that my catheter is already out.  I am eating my new veterinary food and have already voided my urine.
She even told how I've been rubbing against the jail cage bars when the minions and my doctor come to treat me and roll over to show them my belly and permit them to rub it.  (Yes, it's true.  I've been trying to subvert them to be kind to me.  It seems to be working!)

...but after I was left alone with my family, I knew that "Negotiations for my release" were still undergoing, and not yet completed...
I do not fear though.  Mama is very good at these things and if anyone can get what she wants, it's Mama.  Papa surely will provide to my jailer tormentors whatever their demands are, for my release.  Mama will negotiate the terms.

I am doing very, VERY well.  I am a strong brave girl whose spirit will not bend.  I have little "nekkid" patches on both my front legs. It looks like I am wearing fur boots and my "black & white bare skin" is on full display.  On my legs, on my tummy.
All tubes are already out of me and I showed no interest in my tummy stitches.  That hateful collar thing was also removed for my visit.
These things, I suspected, were the terms issued by my family and they had come to make sure that their own demands were being met.

I understand... The dance of negotiations can take a little while.  I was a sweet girl for my family.  I kneaded my blanket to show them how happy I was to see them.  I purred and rubbed my lips on their hands.
I laid my head against their hands, against their chests.
They stroked and stroked me.  They kissed my head and told me "How much they love me and that we would be going home soon."
I constantly fidgeted and moved from Papa to Mama, back to Papa.
I was clear eyed, wide awake and so very thankful for my family.
My family stayed with me for a long time tonight.  
If it is possible to sleep in this Jail cage, I shall sleep fitfully tonight.

My release is imminent !

When the lady doctor came to tell my family that she must take me back from them and that the clinic was closing for the night, she also mentioned that "tomorrow, I will probably be coming home."
The earlier the better, I say ! - but we shall see.  At least I know my release is being negotiated.

Isn't that fantastic, furriends?!
All your purrs and the power of your paws have helped me stay strong.  Under the watchful eyes of the angels who came to visit and watch over me ...

- I have endured !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mama &amp; Me  (She's Neurotic and I'm Atypical)</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/633053</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 Nov 2009 14:06:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Stacy first:


I just got the call from the vet that Sweets went through her surgery without prob ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Stacy first:


I just got the call from the vet that Sweets went through her surgery without problems.  She is awake, already standing and meowing at everyone.

It was not however your *routine* Cystotomy....

Our vet was able to remove the largest of the stones.  On Sweets' initial x-ray it looked like there were 3 or 4 stones total.  1 large and several smaller ones.  Once inside her bladder our vet was only able to find the largest one.  He said that they flushed and flushed Sweets' bladder and felt around in there, but couldn't feel or flush out the others.  On an after surgery x-ray the small stones were still visible, but it is not possible to completely resection her bladder in order to find them and cut them out.

Our vet said that in his time practicing he has only had 1 other cat like this.  With that cat the stones were embedded in the mucosal wall of the bladder and there they stayed, never causing any future problems.

...There is always the chance though, that embedded stones could come free and cause future urinary problems.  He wants Sweets' re-xrayed in 6 months and for us to watch her for any future problems additionally, a sample of her bladder was obtained for biopsy to see if anything else is going on in there.

Sweets had a urinalysis - Culture and Sensitivity done. The results of which we will know tomorrow.  The stone that was removed will be going to Minnesota for analysis (and that will take a couple of weeks to hear the results back on)

She will be staying in the hospital with them until possibly Friday night and coming then or early Saturday morning.
We can visit her tomorrow!

She will also be coming home with Royal Canin Urinary SO veterinary diet food - which creates a more neutral PH'ed urine.  I think everyone here is going to eat that with her.

******************************************

Sweets:

Is it my turn?

My jailers/tormenters are relentless.  They keep escalating their tactics to get me to *break*

After putting me in the Jail cage, they denied me anything to eat or drink.  
BAH! - I laugh at that as an attempt to break my spirit.  That might work with a Wookie, but not with me.

Next they turned out the lights.  I could hear the whines and cries of other cat and dog prisoners.  Some sounded as if their spirits were already broken.
There was a dog who only repeated "Mama, Mama" over and over again and I could hear a cat or two hissing at nothing !

Many hours passed with a jailer/tormentor coming every now and then (probably to check and see whose will they had already bent)
Our attitudes were documented and our jailer/tormentors would talk sweetly to us.  (But I'm not going to fall for that "Good Jailer/Bad Jailer" routine.)
I would look my jailer/tormentor right in their eyes and meow my fierce warrioress cry at them.
"I shall endure" - I said.

In the morning, there was a great bustle.  The jailer/tormentors took a special interest in each of us.  Those whose wills had not yet been broken were singled out for further tormenting.
I was one of these.

They took me from my jail cage and put me in another room.  They took my pee, they took my blood.
I looked right in their eyes and stared my defiance at them.
When they saw that defiance, they gave up taking things from me and took me back to my jail cage.

I could hear them talking about me.  They were talking about escalating their tactics further and doing even more horrible things to me.
I stood and stared at them and repeated over and over - "I shall endure !"

They ignored me for a little while and then came back for me.  Taking me to yet another room.  They came at me and jabbed me more with a needle.  I started to feel sleepy and funny.  I looked at them again in their eyes and said "I shall endure" - Ok... maybe I whispered it that time.

As I could no longer keep my eyes open, they placed something on my chest and over my mouth.  I heard the buzz of an electric razor.
I remember thinking.  "Take my hair.  I shall anyway endure."
These are classic tactics.  I am aware of all the ways they were attempting to de-catify me, to take away my unique "Sweets'ness"
But I could not fight the powerful sedative they were giving me and under I went.

When I awakened, I was in yet another room.  A jailer/tormentor was talking to me.
I took stock of myself.  My belly was shaved.  All white and bare!  It hurt there.  I was cut and sewn back together.

I had a tube coming from where I pee and another shaved area on my leg had yet another tube coming from it.
I went to bite this tube - and there was something around my neck !
This thing around my neck would not let me get my mouth anywhere close to myself.

My usual kind doctor came to check on me.  He must have been unhappy with the lack of success of his minion's tactics because he took me back into that room where the big camera is.
(I think he wanted to take a picture of the "cat who they could not break.")

"Where are my people?" I asked him "They would not permit you to do this to me!"  He laughed and called me "brave girl" and told me that I would soon feel better.

Feel better?  I feel worse than when I came here! Hmmmph 
He told me that I wasn't "typical" - which I already knew and he asked me if I needed something more for pain.
I told him "No, I'm fine for now" - I didn't want anymore sedating.  
What happens if I fall asleep again - what will they cut next time ?
What new tube will they find to put in me?

He had a minion take me back to my jail cage and she tried to talk gently to me and put something in the one part of my leg tube.

I started to feel a little sleepy again...  One more time, my doctor came to look at me and said he was going to call my family.

"Yes, Yes" I meowed - "Call them!  Surely they will come to my rescue!"
I forced myself to stand on my feet and stand watch for my people.
I meowed at everyone who passed by my jail cage.

I fear I must stay here yet for another night to pass....  I think I better gather some strength.
Maybe I will take a little rest, while I wait.
But don't worry - I shall endure !

I shall !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh those dirty sneaky... No good humans.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/632867</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Nov 2009 16:40:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear friends.

While you were kindly sending me good wishes, squeezing your paw dot ;) and sending ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear friends.

While you were kindly sending me good wishes, squeezing your paw dot ;) and sending me rosettes and gifties.  My humans were plotting my betrayal.

Papa came home and gave us treats like always, but almost right after I was done eating, I was bundled into my carrier cage and taken for a ride.
(Again)

Where did we go?  Ohhh, to the only place we ever go.  That hateful vet place.
For a little while I got to just sit in my carrier cage while the humans "bla-bla-bla'ed" about me.

But then Papa came to coax me out of my carrier and there was NO coaxing me.  I was not going to willingly set one paw out from my enclosed safety zone.
(Thinking, hoping that if I stayed in there, maybe they would forget about me.  Maybe they would just pick up that carrier cage and take me back home along with them)

But, no. Papa used the towel inside the carrier to bundle me out from my carrier.  

At first it wasn't so bad. I got to sit curled up on Mama's lap while my family and the vet just "bla-bla-blah'ed" on some more.

Then I was lifted on to the table and weighed.  Luckily that hateful thermometer didn't make its appearance.
Although I'm sure it will still yet come to make my *intimate* acquaintance.

More human "bla-bla-blah" and I was taken into the arms of a vet tech and taken to jail.

Yes jail !  
Dear friends, I'm in a cage !
Bars enclose me.  They can close me in - but they can never break my spirit !
I will endure, I will tell heroine tales, when again I am free !
(and you can trust my word, that I will again be free)

I hear more talk about stones and surgery.
I cry at everyone who passes.  I stare at them with my huge eyes.
I tell them - "You can cut me, you can put me behind bars, but I am strong.  I am a tough kitty.  

Bring it ON - 

You can not break me !

...and if they get *too* fresh.
I shall unleash my lightning quick "smacky paw of righteousness" upon them.

I shall !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There's something going on...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/632699</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Nov 2009 22:19:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I know it was just Halloween and the family is full of &quot;Tricks or Treats&quot;

For me, I think it's &quot;T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I know it was just Halloween and the family is full of "Tricks or Treats"

For me, I think it's "Trickery" more than "Treatery" - Although... We did have a big catnip party tonight.  Isn't that strange? A catnip party on a Monday?

I am watched like a hawk anytime I approach any of the litter boxes.
Gone is my privacy, replaced with eyes that watch me sit or squat.
Eyes that watch carefully what I eat and how much I drink.

The worst though was tonight.  There was some extra strange business going on when I went to the box and made it clear that I was there to poop.

Something got shoved under me.  I stopped, turned around and looked to say "What do you think you're doing?"
The "thing" withdrew...
I chose a new spot in the box, dug a new hole and sat again.  AGAIN, I was interrupted by that "thing"

I started again, digging a new hole, looking back over my shoulder every once in awhile to make sure I wasn't going to be interrupted again.  Again came Mama's hand and that "thing"

I snorted - this is unacceptable.  But I had to go, I wasn't in the box to attempt to dig to China you know?

Yet another time I dug and sat.  This time I didn't care if the "thing" came or not.  I had to go and I was going to do it !

When I finished and turned around to cover my business.  IT WAS GONE.  So too that "thing" was gone.  IT must have STOLEN my poop.

There's some sick and demented people here with a thing that steals poop.

Things are weird in the world....

I watched Nuk tonight bow his head before Gabby, like he always does.
But she (as usual) won't lick him.  Then he licked her head a couple of times.  I've never seen him to that before !
I guess he was trying to show her "what he expects of her."
Poor Wookie Gabby.. She just doesn't get it.

Nuk's been a regular bully to me too.  Really being aggressive with me, cornering me and whispering all kinds of nastiness to me.  Telling me that "I'm sick and that means a trip to the hospital and a shaving and a cage and all kinds of terrible things."

Does he think I'm stupid?!  I was just to the vet last week and they let me come home.  If I was sick, would they have let me come home?
Sure there was talk of surgery, but that's what Veterinary hospitals do!
The more I think about it, the more I'm sure they didn't mean me.

I'm going to squeeze my paw and wish for the "good luck" to be free of the both of them.  The Wookie Gabby and the Bully Nuk.

It's German good luck gesture to squeeze thumbs, but we cats don't have thumbs.  A paw will have to do.  
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/597601"><u>My beautiful Berlin friend - Ishtar</u></a> taught me that.

Squeeze, Squeeze, Squeeze.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Pre-op bloodwork</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/631149</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 11:26:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>We got the call today that my preoperative bio chemical profile came back all within normal ranges.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We got the call today that my preoperative bio chemical profile came back all within normal ranges.  I am cleared for surgery on the 4th November.

I will have to go in the evening before and stay overnight awaiting my surgery the next day.  Then 2 more days in the hospital after surgery to make sure that there are no problems with my catheter and that I am voiding my urine without problems.

My brofur Nük blogged while he was in the hospital.  I will do the same!

Thank YOU my friends for your purrs and well wishes - You are each so dear to me.
Precious flowers in my garden of friends :)
@}-'-,--]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I have to have surgery.  A Cystotomy</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/630962</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 16:24:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>... I've been having a little *difficulty* in my litterbox.  I go to it often and sit a while and so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ... I've been having a little *difficulty* in my litterbox.  I go to it often and sit a while and sometimes only a little a little bit of pee will come out.
I've been eating, drinking and pooping my usual amounts. I haven't been vomiting or having runny poos.  My hovering Mama even snatched one of my clumped pees out of my box and put it on a damp white paper towel to see if any pink/red would leach out. 
I thought that was crazy... but my gentle lady vet said that was "excellent"
My vet thought I wasn't in danger of blocking and could wait through the weekend to be seen today.

Today when the pink carrier came out, I didn't put all the pieces together and realize that it was for me.  
Nuk saw that carrier and went running (even though he NEVER goes in one) - Gabby doesn't care if a carrier is out of the closet or not.

Then my sweet Papa picked me up and put me in the carrier with my towel and I cried all the way to the vet.  I knew where we were going... We NEVER go on a ride to any other place except to the vet.

Oh the indignities they made there upon my little body.  Of course the hateful thermometer thingy (which seemed to reach its digital reading EXTRA slowly today) but showed that I wasn't running a temperature.

Next I was taken away by the gentle lady vet who un-gently stuck some needle in my neck to take out some blood.  Next she tried to take some pee from me.  (But I didn't have any pee to take)

Then, I guess she was mad that I didn't give up any pee, because she laid me out on the table and took 2 pictures of my insides with a VERY big camera thingy.

Then we all went back in to the room with Sweet Papa and mama.
We all looked at the big camera pictures together.  "There's her heart, there's her intestines, and there is her bladder"  Sure enough there in my bladder were some things the gentle vet called "stones"  
She also said that they were already too large to respond to a diet that would break down tinier stones.  She recommended surgery and called it a Cystotomy to remove those stones.
Since my bladder stones fluoresced white on the x-ray, it is suspected that they are calcium oxalate stones.  We won't really know until the stones are out and sent to Minnesota for study.  I will also have a lot of tests done on my urine.

My family looked worried, but agreed.  I have a tentative appointment for surgery on 4 November.  The results of my pre-operative bio chemical profile will be back tomorrow.  If my results are good enough to withstand surgery then we will go ahead on the 4 with my stones removal.  I will be in the hospital 48 hours after my surgery and the surgery itself is estimated to take between 60 to 90 minutes.

I hope my friends will all be purring for me !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>World's Coolest? - Semantics and the inelegance of human speech. {with 2010 Update}</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/629942</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 12:36:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>We as kitties already know that human speech with all its *words* lacks the elegance of our Cat lang ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We as kitties already know that human speech with all its *words* lacks the elegance of our Cat language.

This year...  I think we won't be entering the 
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/show09/vote_multi.php"><u>World's Coolest Dog and Cat Show Contest</u></a>

It's a matter of fairness and semantics with us.

How can this contest be called <b>"World's Coolest"</b>
When the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/show09/rules.php"><u>Rules</u></a>
clearly state in the first sentence under the <b>Eligibility</b> requirements:
<b>"All entrants must be legal US residents to enter"</b>

The second sentence of the rules states: "To be eligible to win a prize, entrant must be a legal US resident."

The third sentence states: " If a winner is a non-US legal resident, then no prize of monetary value will be awarded."

Isn't that a little confusing?  
In sentence 1 - You must be a legal US resident to enter?! 
In sentences 2 & 3 - A non-US citizen can enter but can not win a (monetary valued) prize?!

The U.S. is NOT the World...
Catster is such an international community.
I feel sad for my international friends who must forfeit.

{2010 Update:

[...] "You must be a registered Dogster.com or Catster.com member to enter Contest or vote. All entrants must be legal US residents to enter and be 13 years of age or older as of October 6, 2010."

It still remains that any prizes with a monetary value may not be awarded to our international friends.
"To be eligible to win a prize, the entrant must be a legal US resident. If a winner is not a legal resident, then no prize of monetary value will be awarded."
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/show10/rules.php">2010 World's Coolest Contest Official Rules</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Halloween Tag</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/626706</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Oct 2009 21:21:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I was tagged by my lovely friend Ishtar!

I am to list my 5 favorite things about Halloween.  I wo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was tagged by my lovely friend Ishtar!

I am to list my 5 favorite things about Halloween.  I won't tag *you* but you can play along, if you like.  Just write Halloween Tag on your diary and list your 5 favorite things.

1.
The humans are baking crazy.  This makes laying in front of the oven a GREAT place to be.  I'm also not *above* climbing on top of the stove to lay on the warm area near the back.

2.
Cold outside means the heat comes on inside - I can bake my face!

3.
Extra hours of darkness means that I can nap more without being called "Lazy"

4. 
There will be human coats out soon too.  This means when they are not hung up but carelessly discarded over a chair - INSTANT BED !

5.
I have heard that bears *hibernate* over Winter - Do you think *Wookie* cats do too?  Can I be so lucky as a Wookie Gabby to sleep through the cold months?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ahoy!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/619356</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Sep 2009 19:09:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hoist the sails!

Pirate Name:     Nona Della Leon
Ship Name	:	Miss Lisa The Red Gold ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hoist the sails!

Pirate Name:     Nona Della Leon
Ship Name	:	Miss Lisa The Red Gold]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DDP 3-peat !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/619335</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Sep 2009 16:32:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/619335</guid>
		<description>Oh My Catness...

The full moon may have gone to Diary girl's head!  She picked me for a DDP again ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh My Catness...

The full moon may have gone to Diary girl's head!  She picked me for a DDP again !

My friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/597601"><u>Ishtar</u></a> stopped by my diary and hopped about with me.  Yes, yes!  We rule!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/624959"><u>Muppet</u></a>
Giggled with me and wished me a fantastic day.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/902508"><u>Miz Rose</u></a>  stopped by my diary with her concatulations and a funny wish for a bald Nuk !
Yes! We girls do make the BEST pirates - YARrrRRrrr

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/310190"><u>Lucy</u></a>
called me a "Queen of the DDP"  - I love that Lucy !

 <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/597601"><u>Ishtar</u></a> 
Gave me a huge red heart and some sweet words that could ONLY be from her ;)

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/family/768094"><u>The family of Tate , Tonka , Bumble , Wilma and more!</u> </a> Gave me a beautiful red ribbon and their congratulations and wishes for a great weekend.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/family/407084"><u>The family of Jack, Bobby and Teddy</u></a> Gave me a lovely rainbow and congratulations on my "Multiple Diary Picks"  As well as the wise words "That all cats are created equal and that I should never feel inferior to others in the family."

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/858468"><u>Wilson J. Scooter</u></a> Who is VERY busy being a big brother sent me a lovely pawmail on behalf of his family and we laughed together at how the "Nuk Man" must be going nuts."
(More about that later)

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/310190"><u>Lucy</u></a>
Gave me a festive party hat! Whoo-Hoo!  Let's have a litter box party!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/56398"><u>Mercedes (Mercy)</u></a> Gave me a yummy cool ice cream cone and a prophetic message

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/64639"><u>Hazel Lucy</u></a> and her lovely furhusband <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/62740"><u>BUDDIE..ALWAYS LOVED</u></a>  Each sent me pawmails of congratulations and jubilations !

A DDP 3-peat is unprecedented in our family!
Nuk is (at present) hiding under the bed.  Yes! Yes he is.  He is sulking.
He climbed up on the bed with our Mama for a little nap and curled himself against her body earlier.  Seeking reassurance that "he is still loved"

I've been "out and about" - Enjoying my time on the sofa with both our Papa and Mama.  I get to sit in the very edge seat.  A whole cushion ALL to myself.

The Wookie Gabby is sitting in the other room on the "blanket box" that makes a nice cushy window ledge seat.

I rule !

(I haven't had my extra treaties yet, or my badge.  I think I better get those humans working on that!)
Oh and I need my pirate name.  How *wrong* is it that Nuk got his pirate name before me. 
I'm the one who's actually BEEN a pirate... TWICE !]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daily Diary Pick 2 Days in a Row !!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/618802</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Sep 2009 17:52:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>That's a first for me.  That's a first for any cat in our family!

Hazel Lucy snuck in late last n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's a first for me.  That's a first for any cat in our family!

Hazel Lucy snuck in late last night to write a congratulatory note on my diary.  She wasn't late - NO congratulation can ever be late.  They all come at the perfect time!

My lovely friend and near-twin Ishtar came by my garden to share my happiness.

My Catster Lil' Sis Shiloh stopped by too and gave me hugs.

&#9829; Tasha &#9829; (I think she *likes* Nuk.... but we won't hold that against her)
came by my diary to give congratulations and xoxoxo 

Fashionista Samoa visited too, to say "Wowza" at my DDP-peat.

The family of Sally &#9829; Sweet Angel, Lucy, Sophie, Charlie - gave me a crown.  A. CROWN. !!!  Thank you dear friends.  That's my first one ever!  It's extra special because it's from you!

The family of Wilson J Scooter, Morty Angel Kitty and Hallie Baloo  - gave me a single beautiful red rose and had me blushing the same color as that rose, with their kind words!

The family of Kitty Pryde and Indiana  - gave me a beautiful rainbow.
Kitty Pryde was <i>The</i> Diary of the Day yesterday!

Mercedes (Mercy) - gave me a refreshing pink drink and thought she was "belated" in congratulating me.  But she wasn't !!!

Muppet and her mousie - gave me a juicy slice of watermelon! and said <i>"That's the way to show Nuk & Gabby who's the star! Mol!</i>

What will those two say when tonight again we have for our 9pm treat a dinner of Innova Flex??

Nuk will use it as an opportunity to give his <i>"When one cat excels we all prosper"</i> speech.  

Gabby's eyes will light up when she sees she's getting a little extra food.  "Fooooooood"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank You Diary Gal !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/618653</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Sep 2009 21:35:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>A HQ mail came that I was a DDP for today and shortly after that came a congratulatory pawmail from  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A HQ mail came that I was a DDP for today and shortly after that came a congratulatory pawmail from Angel BUDDIE.  (Those angels are always on top of things you know.)

Miss Samoa (feather boa) stopped by to congratulate me too
The Adorable Miss Muppet sent me a bouncy beach ball to play with.
Gorgeous Miss Lucy sent me a red heart on behalf of her family.
Thank you ladies (and kitten cats)

I told Buddie that it's always extra nice when *I* get noticed because the two attention hors d'œuvres that I live with so often grab all the attention for themselves.  
I know... Gabby can't help it... she just is so... beautiful ! - I don't even think she grabs attention on purpose, although she does get *jealous*  if she sees another kitty here getting petted.  She'll come cooing and butt her way right in.  (You see what I did there? *butt* - MoL)

Nuk, on the other hand... well he is just "Mr. Main Cat"
The most vocal, most visible, spokescat of the family.
That's ok,  I can deal with that - He was here before me.

It's extra nice too that today Diary Gal picked me for one of the DDP's
It means that today was spent giving me a new page.
(I was kind of mad, that everycat, even Gabby - has a background that *means something* it's either from our family personal pictures or in some way personal to that cat - Like Gabby's journey map.  Yet my background while it was nice, it *meant* nothing to anyone.)

But giving me a new page and celebrating my DDP and making my  badge also gave a new meaning to this day.  A happy meaning.

Isn't it beautiful how Catster keeps giving a *happy* meaning to days would be only *sad* meaning.
On the 2nd April - exactly to the date - our first Taagless month, came Angel Amelia's Meowmy's memorial necklace that she made for our meowmy.
Now on the 2nd September - exactly to the date - our 6th Taagless month - I am DDP and freshly personally paged.

Of course HQ also took this day the opportunity to mess with the navigation buttons code, but even that we surmounted before midnight.

Fall is THE whirlwind social time here.
On the 18th October Gabby is with us 6 months.
(6 months !!!)

On the 11 November  Nuk is with us 3 years.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh Honey No / This Couch Isn't Big Enough...  Maybe?!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/618176</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 21:57:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Tonight I was all cuddled up with &quot;the daddy&quot; - Part of his *training* is rewarding his *positive be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tonight I was all cuddled up with "the daddy" - Part of his *training* is rewarding his *positive behavior.*  He's been really good about giving me what I want, when I want it.  Tonight our family was watching a movie.  I was warm and content curled up into a little ball with my head on "the daddy's" thigh and my right leg hanging down off the couch.

Nuk was pretending to sleep curled up on his sentry post, but we ALL know he is really just listening and ever ready to open his eyes and survey everything and everyone in the room.

Gabby's place is usually on the couch between our humans, taking turns grooming them and being petted by them.  But tonight she had been laying on her Hazel Lucy blanket on the floor. 

I drifted off into a deep and contented sleep.  All was well in the world.  
Next thing you know?!  I feel a Wookie tail touch my leg.  Well I jumped up and hissed at her.  I said "Hey! What do you think you are doing?"  and she turned to me and asked "Would it be ok, if I come up on the couch too?"
She was blinking all the while, as if at any moment my lightning fast *Smacky Paw* was going to unleash some head slapping on her.
I told her - "Oh Honey No, this couch isn't big enough for both of us."

What does she do? Well she blinks a couple more times and then walks away towards "the mommy" and jumps up on her and settles her hairy Wookie bulk right across "the mommy's" legs and starts making biscuits there.  That Wookie, she does not listen to me, she just does whatever she wants to.

I gave her my best "Stink Eye" but she didn't care.  She was so intent on making her Wookie Biscuits.  I looked up at "the daddy" next.  Telepathically I told him "If she is going to stay, I'm going to get down."  He told me "Sweets, that isn't how you make friends..."  But he started petting along my back and then on my cheeks and under my chin.  He lulled me back into my contented state and I curled back up with my head on his thigh.  I kept one eye on that Wookie though and telepathically told her  "Fine, be on the couch, but be on your guard.  You stay where you are and I will stay where I am and there will be no trouble."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am a Daddy's Girl...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/618174</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 21:36:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Taag always made it very clear that &quot;the daddy&quot; was hers.  Sometimes we would share although never a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Taag always made it very clear that "the daddy" was hers.  Sometimes we would share although never at the computer.  If he was sitting on the couch he was fair game, after all we could both cuddle with him, one of us to each side of him.

Taag also made it clear that the duty of The Waking of "the daddy" was also hers.
But I was a good student and I watched and I learned.  I think though that I will let her habit of sleeping under the covers with him remain something unique to her.  I have adopted her technique of hair licking/hair pulling to try to get him out of bed.  (There is a *rule* here that when "the daddy" gets up for the morning we all get treats!)
I even try sometimes walking all over both my humans (because to get "the mommy" up is sometimes the first step to getting "the daddy" up!)

Admittedly though... my petite frame lacks the "Oomph Factor" that Nuk has for the Chest Sitting Tactic.  It's too bad that Nuk will only *deign* to  get involved in "The Waking" if our girly efforts fail.  He also cannot *lower* himself to cry or meow for The Waking or for treats.  He told us each "Girls... That is YOUR job.  I will come running though if I hear your treat cry.  Anything gained from your treat cry is gained for me."

The Wookie, as usual is not much help in such tactical maneuvers as The Waking.  She either forgets "the plan" or is easily distracted and has trouble concentrating.  Personally? I think she can't even tell time.  * I * know when it's 9pm and time for our evening treats.  That's when I start sitting on the coffee table giving "the daddy" my direct, telepathic "Give us treats" stare.  When/If  that fails I will  escalate my behavior into "Oops, I've knocked something off the table... NOW is it treats time?"  Gabby just sits there like a purring lump, sometimes even grooming "the daddy's" hand or "the mommy."  Sometimes she doesn't even eat up all her treats.  (Which NO DOUBT helps endear her to Nuk since he eagerly eats anything "leftover.")

I had developed my own tactic for a successful Waking too.  I would bat the alarm clock cord against "the daddy's" dresser.  That worked, but was also quickly taken away from me.  He tucked that cord back where I can't reach it.  

I've been doing a pretty good job of taking the best of Taag's tactics and combining them with my own to get The Waking accomplished.
I think I have "the daddy" almost fully trained and wrapped around my little paw.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm late</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/617723</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 22:16:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm late to update my diary about my *little eye problem*

Doc Lucy said I had healed up nicely.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm late to update my diary about my *little eye problem*

Doc Lucy said I had healed up nicely.  I already knew that.  I was back to being my usual self scolding Nuk for looking at me, waking my human dad by licking his head, (Taag taught me that move) and trying to stay out of the Wookie's way, in case she wants to eat me. (and it looks like she probably could!)

I don't show any other signs of feline herpes, but we are going to keep an eye on my eye.  It's interesting that both years it was my right eye and almost a year exactly apart.  It's my right patella that's fused too.  After last year's corneal scratch visit  Doc Lucy tends to think that my eye problems are Self Trauma.
I don't let Nuk get within paws reach of me.  (Taag taught me to start screaming dramatically if we didn't like the way Nuk was even only looking at us.) I already taught Gabby, that I don't have much patience for playing chase or other such silly kiddie games....
I am a mature cat and at 6 I'm the oldest in this house of immaturity!

Thank you my sweet friends for your words of comfort while I was healing.  Charlie sent me a sweet rosette and my Berlin nearly twin Ishtar sent me a carefully coded communique.  (which I will yet implement)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Deja Vu - &amp;#1071; &amp;#1053;&amp;#1077; &amp;#1042;&amp;#1080;&amp;#1078;&amp;#1091; (I can't see)</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/615113</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 20:53:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Deja Vu - Ya Ne Viju...

How strange is this?  I wrote last year in my

July 25th 2008 Diary tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Deja Vu - Ya Ne Viju...

How strange is this?  I wrote last year in my

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/486401"><u>July 25th 2008 Diary</u></a> that I had scratched my right eye.

Well today... (1 year and almost 1 month later) I have done it again.
(or did I have help?)

There was no *ruckus* that my family heard. Our family had been awake awhile, we cats had our treats and had settled down in comfy places for a little cat-nap.  I went to get a drink of water and my family noticed that I was doing my "squinty pirate" imitation again.

I was taken in to the bathroom, my right eye opened and examined and sure enough my third eyelid was all reddened again.  My eye was tearing clear tears.  
After a phone call to the vet, I was *fit in* for an appointment shortly before noon.  Again with the fluorescing drops and the woods lamp.
All to reveal again a small scratch....

But this time I only need my oral antibiotic pills.  We still have my Atropine ointment and my Neo-Poly-Bac eye ointment which have not expired!

I have to go back for a recheck in 10 days...

If I have to have Deja Vu days, why can't they be happy ones?
Let's replay my adoption day? or birthdays next time - Ok?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm going to have to do... Something !</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/612213</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Aug 2009 22:32:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>There is some human anti-girl conspiracy type thing going on!

It's not bad enough that Gabby and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There is some human anti-girl conspiracy type thing going on!

It's not bad enough that Gabby and I have to live with that arrogant, strutting, bossy, stripey/spotted formerly male nemesis!  We also have humans photographing some very embarrassing moments and/or poses of us - and then putting them up on our profiles.  While *his* photos are all just stunning!

It is a joke that's not funny.  Oh but how they giggle and laugh.
Poor Roly Poly Wookie Gabby  was near tears after some picture of herself displayed like a bread loaf (albeit a large one) on a table, appeared on her page.

And myself?  I go to my *hidey-box* for privacy.  No other cat can fit in this little box that I claimed for myself.  Can you imagine Mr Massive or the Wookie cramming their bodies into it?  Neither can I... 
I lined my hidey-box with a shrunken wool sweater that I found and it's the perfect little warm and cozy hide-a-away!

BUT... Dear human family,
When I am in my hidey-box, I do NOT want to be disturbed.  If you see my white feet sticking out the end of the box.  Turn around and walk away.  There is nothing to see.  Nothing of concern to you.

Don't worry humans you will be dealt with, and you will pay for your humiliation of us... but there is this first the matter of Mr. "Pieces for Peace" to attend to.

I had planned that the Wookie Gabby and I would ambush him while he's on his toilet!  Take that time to *remind* our "captive audience" that he squats in that box... Just like any girl-cat!
Take that time to *remind* him that he was neutered.  That for all intents and purposes he may as well be a girl-cat.

With the Wookie Gabby blocking his way out of the litter box, I figured that I could get in a few lightning quick strikes with my smacky paw - just to drive our point home through his thick skull.

But... I'm having some problems with the execution of this plan.  The Wookie Gabby is easily distracted and has trouble concentrating.
I start to outline my plan and then it's  "Oh look a toy!"  - "Oh let's go get petted" - "Oh, you know? I think I'll go get something to eat." - And she just wanders off. 
Other times I'm detailing the steps of the plan for her and she'll get this "dreamy look" in her eye and I can tell that she's not even hearing me.

Sometimes when I see *him* going towards the litter boxes and I tell her "It's time for our plan" that Wookie Gabby turns to me and says "Huh? - No I think I want to stay here with our people now."

I have to tell her my plan so often, that *he* is sure to overhear me, one of these times.  Just today *he* came and pestered me while I was in my hidey-box.  He stood on the CD cases aside of it and kept pawing at me asking "Whatcha doin' in there?!"  I had to use the tried and true girl-tactic of scream like you're being murdered.  Sure enough our people came to see what was going on and *he* was removed and I just smiled to myself!

I think whatever I do...I'm going to have to do it alone.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I was tagged - the ice cream game</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/602517</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Jul 2009 03:42:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>The lovely Vanessa tagged me for the ice cream game.
I'm going to leave the end tagging open for an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The lovely Vanessa tagged me for the ice cream game.
I'm going to leave the end tagging open for anycat who reads this and wishes to answer.

Nuk was pondering "ethics" earlier and has us all now in a philosophical mood.

Considering that as an adult cat I'm lactose intolerant and... I've never had "ice cream" - this tag game is trickier to answer than I thought it would be.

I guess as a flavor I would be:
Turtle Trails -A Gooey non-dairy caramel sauce and  dark (not milk) chocolate-coated praline pecans swimming in a sea of creamy vanilla non-dairy frozen dessert.

That would encompass both my coloring and the sweetness of my personality.  

Now if you want to tell what flavor of 'ice cream' bestdescribes you - Go for it !!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Second Adopt-a-versary!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/592355</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 May 2009 21:20:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Another year of Caturdays has passed!  

I watched my Mama write to my Shelter Mama tonight to giv ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Another year of Caturdays has passed!  

I watched my Mama write to my Shelter Mama tonight to give her an update on me and send some new pictures.  On the day I was adopted my shelter Mama asked my forever family "to 'keep in touch."  She said that since I had been with them so long, I was a *special kitty* to them and their comfort in my leaving was only that I was going to a good forever home."

Today (already! if you're on the East Coast) is May 30th the day that marks my second year of life with my forever family.

I know there have some recent moments where I've been cranky and wearing my "stink-eye" face.  I know that is not usually my nature.
I'm sorry I've been such a biscuit!
I did share my window fleece bed with Gabby today though.
We were both on it!  (Now if only my mama would get the pictures off the camera and on my profile - I could show you!)

I watched my Mama thank my shelter for taking me in.  They are a No-kill shelter that's also cage-free (except for newcomers or cats who are recovering from surgeries)
FelV or FIV cats are fostered in homes that work with my shelter family.

They do good work!  They have taken in 58 animals this year already. So far this year they have adopted out 38 cats, 6 dogs, 3 ferrets and 2 rabbits. 

Had I been swept up by a Kill shelter, my story might have had a very different ending.

Kitty Kisses goodnight to all my Catster Pals!!!!!
Mama and Papa? I will be waking you early tomorrow so that we can start celebrations!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>How VERY Wonderful!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/582995</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 21:07:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Diary girl picked me!  It's so extra sweet to be honored!

Hazel Lucy and her fur-husband BUDDIE s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Diary girl picked me!  It's so extra sweet to be honored!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/64639"><u>Hazel Lucy</u></a> and her fur-husband <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/62740"><u>BUDDIE</u></a> sent me "ConCATulatory" Pawmails.  Purrs to both of you!!!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/818029"><u>Yolo</u></a> Who, himself was a DDP for today, <i>Yay Yolo!!!</i> became my friend today <i>and</i> invited to a Kentucky Derby Pawty!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/310190"><u>Lucy</u></a> Sent me a shining diamond!  I love to read up on her diary too (she's quite a talkative gal)  

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/421905"><u>Beloved Angel Amelia</u></a> Nothing gets past this Angel!  Those angels must sure have quite a job watching over us.  Lovely Amelia sent me a sparkling diamond too.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/420121"><u>Winnie</u></a>
Who looks so much like Taag that it's a comfort!  Sent me a forever diamond too.  She likes my diary entry because <i>her</i> mommy is one of the mommies that <i>left something</i> here ;)

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/family/713385"><u>
The family of Pebbles (In Loving Memory), Rhea (In Loving Memory) and Tilly</u></a>  Sent me a most touching request for friendship and a pretty little ladybug!  My look reminded her mommy of Rhea and the good memories that they shared together.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/841357"><u>Casey</u></a>
Sent me a yummy shrimpy and ConCATulations from his whole family.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/family/224786"><u>The family of Aldo: by Laurel, Tess: by Laurel, O'Malley, Squeaky and more! </u></a>  Another one of the <i>Travelling mommies</i> who <i>left something</i> here!  They sent me a big red heart full of love.

Other new friends I made today:

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/984427"><u>Fred</u></a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/975398"><u>Lucy</u></a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/975403"><u>Milo</u></a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/975500"><u>Roxy</u></a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/567526"><u>Stogie</u></a>

Thank You everyone!  What better present is there for a girl than good friends, new friends and kind words.
<b>Thanks!</b>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shiloh!  I was so wrong</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/582727</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 23:00:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh my little Catster Sisfur Shiloh  I thought that there must be some mistake.

I heard *talk* of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh my little Catster Sisfur <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/969442">Shiloh</a>  I thought that there must be some mistake.

I heard *talk* of a new kitty coming.  I heard talk of your mommy being involved.  Even though I kept hearing "Gabby" over and over again, I thought that must be some acronym maybe even: "Great Adventure Bringing Baby Yonder" - I just knew this had to mean you.
I was excitedly looking forward to meeting you and your mommy.

Your mommy came, that part was right and I got to meet her.  The "new kitty coming" part was right!  But I was so, so wrong to think that I was getting *you* for a sister.  I could barely contain my disappointment when I first set eyes on my hairy, talkative, new house sister.  She was so so pretty and feminine, that it almost hurt my eyes to look at her.  
***<i>AND she was NOT you!</i>***

After the travelling mommies left.  I waited and waited for them to come back and fix their mistake.  I wanted to call out after them "Hey mommies, you left something here!  Something important!
You better come back for it!  This is NOT Shiloh?!"

It's been a week now and I don't think the travelling mommies are coming back.  I've been accepting of my new sister.  But I wish she were you!!!  I thought we "Tabbicos" would rule this house.

I hope you are doing well and I hope you know that in my heart you will always be "My Little Sisfur!"  
Where ever we may be, no amount of miles will ever separate me from my love for you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good Heavens Gabby - You're Beautiful</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/580512</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 22:09:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>My new sisfur Gabby is so beautiful!!!

So, so feminine and pretty that I felt almost a *woofer* n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My new sisfur Gabby is so beautiful!!!

So, so feminine and pretty that I felt almost a *woofer* next to her.
I let my insecurity get the best of me a few times and I hissed at her when I saw her.

Although by evening I understood that I was still loved and still considered the "Itty Bitty Pretty One" by my humans.  They cuddled and brushed me, talked sweetly to me, and I sat on the sofa with them.

I got to meet my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/969442">Little Sisfur - Shiloh</a>'s mommy.  <b>And</b> the mommies of Nuk's friends.
Winnie & Chester and Aldo Chapter2! sure do have cool mommies!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm getting another sister!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/580084</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 10:41:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/580084</guid>
		<description>I have heard that I am getting a sister.  A creamsicle of a sister.  A, fluffy, lovebug, as sweet an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have heard that I am getting a sister.  A creamsicle of a sister.  A, fluffy, lovebug, as sweet and cuddly as I am.  Good Gabby!  Nuk needs to be outnumbered.  He needs to respect the power the female feline.  

My sister is a traveller I hear, riding the Catster Railroad.  Accompanied by some crazy lovey Catster Mommies.  That's good too.  Let them love her up good, in preparation for the loving she's going to get here!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, That Feels Nice =))</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/570196</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 22:24:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/570196</guid>
		<description>... I'm not talking about all the extra loving and attention that our people are giving Nuk and me s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ... I'm not talking about all the extra loving and attention that our people are giving Nuk and me since Taag went to the bridge.  (But oh my yes! - rub my belly, let me curl up on you, cuddle me, kiss my head.  That does feel nice)

...I'm not talking about my new page, that my mama made just for me.  (From scrapbook kits and elements.)  I'm feeling special. Oh my yes!  That too feels nice

...What feels the nicest is meeting a new friend and having her ask me to be her *Honorary Catster Sis-fur*
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/969442">Shiloh</a>

Isn't she gorgeous?  Purrlease go make her feel loved and special and nice too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Has NO....</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/557584</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Feb 2009 09:00:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I has NO Worms!

Yay!!!  
Yes, our vet called this morning with our results!
A-Ha - Now I unders ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I has NO Worms!

Yay!!!  
Yes, our vet called this morning with our results!
A-Ha - Now I understand why my poo was *stolen*

Yesterday I was in my litter box and next thing I know, here comes the scoop stealing my poo.  Yes! before I could even cover it properly.

My carrier and Taag's have been out of the closet for a week and at first that made me nervous, but as time passed I just kind of looked at them as *furniture*
Then the poo-stealing happened and I still didn't 'make the connection'

...Until last night when Taag and I were herded up and put in our carriers and then put in the car!  I then knew where we were going.
To. That. Place.

Taag cried all the way and I cried only sometimes.  Everyone said "I was a good girl and oh so pretty"
But you know who got the most attention and "ooooh how cutes!?!?"

...That Nuk.  In his harness and leash, pressing his neck against our lady's and holding on to her arm for dear life!
Seems people think that massive monster of a cat clinging to our lady like scared little baby is just too adorable.

*sigh*

And I'm *fat*  - I had to endure comments about my weight.
12 pounds is too heavy for my small frame.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ALL Better!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/491110</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Aug 2008 20:49:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/491110</guid>
		<description>My eye is ALL better.  The doctor was pleased to see it all healed and said even &quot;No scarring&quot;

Al ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My eye is ALL better.  The doctor was pleased to see it all healed and said even "No scarring"

All my medicines now are stopped.  Life is light here and usual again!

That Nuk wants to know, "How I go to the hospital and get home the same day" - but I'll never tell.
I think it's because I'm so cute.

The newspaper The Express Times has been saying alot of really <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Catster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.lehighvalleylive.com/bethlehem/index.ssf?/base/news-0/1217217904178970.xml&coll=3">GOOD Things</a>
 about my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Catster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.lehighvalleylive.com/easton/index.ssf/2008/08/expresstimes_photo_midic_caste.html">Shelter Mama & Papa</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ouchie</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/486401</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 20:38:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/486401</guid>
		<description>. . . Most times my fused right patella doesn't cause me any problems.  I can run, I can jump, I can ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ . . . Most times my fused right patella doesn't cause me any problems.  I can run, I can jump, I can sit and lie comfortably by arranging it 'just so' - it may look strange and awkward, but it suits me.

Well, early yesterday morning I was doing my grooming routine and that includes cleaning my ears.  Of course I scratch my right side of my face with my right leg.  I have devised a system, that again probably looks awkward, but suits me just fine.  That is until the chair I was sitting on decided to betray me, by its cushion shifting under me as I shifted my own weight to scratch.  My foot slipped down from my ear and my foot nails scratched over my eye.  I gave a little cry, it hurt you know?  My people who were sitting with their backs to me turned around and couldn't see anything wrong.  They knew I had just been grooming myself.  Some time passed (I'm really bad about measuring time) and I didn't want to open my eye.  My people noticed this 'pirate look' and decided they should take a look at my eye.

Into the bathroom we went, the door closed tightly behind us.  We all sat down with the woman gently holding me and the man took a look into my closed eye.  Clear tears were on my lower eye fur.  He opened my eye and looked over my third eyelid.  Saw nothing abnormal there.  He got some tool and peeked with a little light into my eye and saw what he thought was a small scratch.
I got a warm wet compress on my eye and the woman was sent to the telephone to call in to the hospital.  Some vacation for the man huh?  Off to the hospital he is going anyway.

The pink box carrier thing came out of the closet and Nuk went right in it (Where does he think he is going?)  Taag saw the pink carrier and went running to hide under the dresser.  I knew the pink carrier was for me.  (Silly Nuk, he goes places on his 'H' harness and leash - not in any carrier)

Sure enough, after the gray bed goes into the pink carrier, my people come for me.  That evil Nuk drew close to me and whispered in my ear. "They are taking you to be shaved! - You are going to stay nights away from home."  I got scared - I didn't want to be away from home.
I cried my most 'unhappy' cry as I was gently put into the pink carrier.

Then I'm being carried to the car and the ride begins.  I try to tell my people what Nuk told me but they keep telling me "Sweets shhhh. We're going to help you."  

Then we are there - the hospital with dogs and other cats.  We wait only a little while then they call my name and into the room I go.
'Hi guys, you can't stay away" says Doctor Lucy - like she's happy to see us.  I get weighed, I get my temperature taken, I get some weird glowy drops put in my eyes and then a strange light to light them up.  
I hear them say - "There it is - a small scratch"   Then I get an ointment (Atropine) to dilate my pupil and help with the pain.  Another ointment (Neo-Poly-Bac) to prevent any infection starting in my eye.  And another medicine (Clavamox) to take by my mouth to prevent infection.  Then I hear that I must return in 10 days for a 'follow-up'

Home we go.  Nuk was shocked to see me and wanted to know how I escaped the shaver.  Taag was super nice to me.  Everyone knows I don't feel up to my usual self and just let me sleep in the darkened rooms.  For the five days that I get my Atropine ointment, I can't be exposed to bright light - so the lighting has to be 'romantic' and 'ambient' - A little fine wine and some battery candles and we have a date!

Taag comes to check on me and give me a sniff now and then to see how I'm doing.  She tells me to "just rest and feel better" 
Nuk rests too where he can keep his eye on me.
He's sure I have some *magical* trick or skill that I could escape so easily from the hospital.  He made sure to warn me though that there will be more 'medicines times' and to watch out for that bathroom door closing behind me if my people go in there with me.

I don't know how much I should listen to him.  He was wrong about the shaving and the staying away from home....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Tail of Devotion for Sweets</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/463336</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 May 2008 21:47:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/463336</guid>
		<description>My 'Itty Bitty Pretty One'

Do you know just how devastingly adorable you are?  Do you know that w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My 'Itty Bitty Pretty One'

Do you know just how devastingly adorable you are?  Do you know that when you look at me with your big eyes in your little head, or tilt your head just so -There is nothing on Earth that I could refuse to you. 
(Provided that it was not harmful to you.)

Do you understand just how your kneads and treads melts my heart or how *having a conversation* of mews with you lifts my soul?  Do you know that when you curl on me, warm and contendly, that it is I who sighs in unison with you.

Do you know that when your shelter Papa told us "how long you'd been waiting for your forever home, and that you had been having trouble finding your forever home because of your leg "- that I went home that day and cried.  I cried that such a sweet girl should ever want for anything.  
I cried because of people's inability to see your inner perfection in an outwardly imperfect body.  

I thought of you often over the next days and although we had never shared our life with more than two cats at one time, we knew that we wanted to be the ones to give you our home as your forever home.
I talked again with your shelter, but this time with your shelter Mama, asking more questions about your personality, and explaining the 'family dynamic' that we already had in place here.  Everything I learned only reinforced that our home would be enriched with you as part of our family. 

We filled out our adoption application and when we learned that we were approved I was the happiest woman on Earth.  We prepared for your arrival, like anxious parents awaiting a new family member.  
From that first night here with us, through the present day you have only continued to delight and amaze us.  Your gentleness, your love, your spirit are so beautiful  
- You are a little furry angel, on four feet.

I no longer look back and cry for the people who passed you up.  
Instead I feel that "it was not meant to be" *they* who would give you their home.
*They* were only passing you up, because you were meant to come home with us.  Everyday I am thankful to *them*  Their loss was our greatest gain.

You got to keep your name that your shelter had given you.  There is no better name for you than Sweets.  Everything about you is so sweet!

Do you know my little darling, just how much I'm aware that one day you will break my heart.  One day when your Earthly body just can't hold your spirit any longer, I will be inconsolable.  
I write this now to you, so that on that terrible day, perhaps I can come and read these words that I wrote just for you, straight from my heart to yours. 
I can take comfort from the fact that the days we share of love will always be stronger than any pain.

My Darling Sweets, Thank YOU - simply that you are YOU.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Year of Caturdays.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/463107</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 May 2008 07:45:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/463107</guid>
		<description>Can you believe it?  A year of Caturdays have passed since I was adopted and came to live in my fore ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Can you believe it?  A year of Caturdays have passed since I was adopted and came to live in my forever home.  May 30th will be my *official* adopt-a-versary, but this is the last Caturday before it.

A year of staying home on Caturdays lounging around and loving my humans.  A year of treats and laps and cuddles and kisses.
I got to be a *Calendar Girl*  for TKC (The Kitties Club.)  I had my picture featured in the month of March montage of kitties.  
My rescue, (for whom I will always keep a special warm place in my heart) put up my picture(s) in their 'Forever Homes' - Photo Gallery.
WoW!  I went from 'homeless' to 'starlet'.  
I hear everyday that "I'm adorable."
I like that, but it hasn't gone to my head.  I will always remain, sweet, loving and humble.
I must be special though... The rose that's tiled on my profile page was painted by my very own human Mama.  Taag can't say that (although her rose background, was Mama's real life 'International Woman's Day' rose, and the picture was taken by Mama) Nuk can't say that either (although his profile background is his own fur!)

I am so thankful for so many things.  From the fact that I was found and got to live in a safe (NO-Kill) shelter, until my forever people could meet me.  Although life in a shelter can't compare with life in a forever home, shelter life beats street life without a doubt.  In your forever home, you can sleep with or on your people, or just walk all over their heads.  You can *help* them with the cooking, *help* them with the laundry.  You can even *help* them when they're at the computer, and keep their hands busy petting you.
(P.S. The laundry basket also makes a great afternoon 'bed' - and you can put back on their clothing, all the cat hair that they just washed off.)

Dear kitties waiting for adoption, take heart!  Dreams do come true, it will happen for you.  Your forever people are out there and every day brings them a little closer to finding you.
I met my people by *accident*  My shelter took us out for 'Adoption Events' every 1st and 3rd Caturday (and Sundays) of each month.  My people went to the store that Caturday for catnip - and there they met me.  Who knows what lucky circumstance will bring your people to you!

Wishing for all who read this, and for all whom I love and who love me, For you all, another year of Caturdays filled with love and laughter and light!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tag You're It - 7 Random facts</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/552314/diary/Dreams_do_come_true/342363</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 03:18:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Sweets ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Uh-oh! It seems i have been tagged! for everyone i tag just scroll down, rules are at the bottom. We ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Uh-oh! It seems i have been tagged! for everyone i tag just scroll down, rules are at the bottom. Well here goes nothing...!

1. I love my people, if the house is too quiet and I can't find them, I will go 'on the hunt' to find them, when I find them, I will sit on them.  If they are not home, I will *scold* them when they return home and demand a treat for compensation.

2. I'm the smallest in size here, but nothing bothers me... Not the sound of fireworks, thunder or the vacuum.  I never hide, I just stay hanging out wherever I was before the sounds started.

3. I'm the most vocal cat here - both in terms of how often and how different are my sounds.  If you imitate back what I say to you, I will 'talk back' and we can have conversations. (and like the other 2 here, I can understand and will respod to both English and Russian - although I can't speak either languages)

4. I never get tired of belly rubs.  If I roll over and show you my belly, I want it rubbed, you can rub it until your hand falls off and it still wouldn't be enough for me.

5. My first toy in my forever home, was a plush brown bear finger-puppet.  That our meomie stuffed catnip up into his head area (That'll teach that bear)
It's still my most favorite toy, although there is the basket full of the variety of toys on the floor for me to choose from

6. I started the clipped nail craze here in this house.  My previous shelter kept all our nails clipped. My forever family liked that and keep my front paws clipped and instituted it too for Nuk.

7. I can see invisible mice. ;) sometimes they're on the floor and need stomping with my paws, sometimes they run through the house and need chasing.

The "Tag! You're It!" Rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write in their own diary about their seven things and the rules of the "Tag! You're it!" game. You also need to choose seven other cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave each cat you tagged a comment (Catster Paw Mail) that you tagged them and instructions to read your diary for details of game play. Have fun tagging and meeting new kitties (hint: check recently updated diaries to find some kitties who haven't been tagged that might have fun playing the game.)!!!

My Seven Catsters:
Nuk
Taag
Simba
Nala
Hildee
Kero
Bella]]></content:encoded>
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