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Why Does My Little Brother Keep Leaving?

My little brother is an angel.

Hello my dear kitty friends,
My little brother is now an angel. Funny how I never thought that would happen. I must admit, I was not happy AT ALL when he was first brought into MY home. I was used to being the, 'only baby'. I felt as though it was forced upon me. And, it was. My Mommy adopted me when I was 4. I was with her, and only her, for 3 years. And then, all of the sudden, this nutty, 1 year old Tabby moved in! I was FURIOUS! I left the room if he walked in. If I was sleeping on Mommy's lap, and he walked by, I hissed uncontrollably! I even used to back-hand him. OH! He made me SO angry! And then a year and a half passed....
After that year and a half passed, I realized that he was soft, squishy, would clean the hell out of my ears, and adore me! At that point, I snuggled with him, while he bathed me. Don't get me wrong, I still felt the need to smack him upside his head occasionally. Especially when he put me in a head-lock. That was just RUDE. But, 99% of the time, he was the best little brother any kitty would ever want to know. And, I miss him. I miss him so much. My Mommy knows that I do, because she hears me howl when I walk around the house. What makes her sad is the fact that Sheppy no longer comes running when I howl. He was so good at that. I howled for attention, and a Tabby streak would come flying upstairs...just to check on me. If I felt bad, he would snuggle. If I was ok, he pounced on me, just to let me know that he was pissed off that I lied.
I desperately miss my little brother. But, I SO consider myself lucky to have known him.
Still missing the snuggles,
JoJo

Growing old is for the birds!

Hello to my catster buddies! It's been quite a while since I have updated my diary, so I better slap an entry together before everyone thinks that I've fallen off of the planet!
As most of you know, growing old is for the birds! My hearing is still there, a bit, but is currently at the point that I feel I have to YELL at my Mommy in order to be heard. You know, the kind of scream/howl/meow that makes a human's ears bleed? Or, makes your Mommy or Daddy think that you're in extreme amounts of pain, only for them to find you just standing in the bathroom waiting to be brushed? Yup, that's where I'm at. Actually, it's sort of fun to let out one of those howls at about 2:00 AM, just for the hell of it. It's even more fun when it startles my little brother out of his sleep, and makes his fur stand on end! MOL!
Aside from the fun stuff that I mentioned above, growing old comes with some icky stuff, too. Like being unable to contain my tinkle within my litterbox. THAT makes Mommy CRAZY! Sometimes I like to pretend that I can't climb into the litterbox, even though it's only 3" high, and I'll tinkle right in front of the box. But what I keep forgetting is that Mommy isn't buying it....I AM able to jump up on her bed to sleep at night, afterall! So, because of this, my fluffy butt is going back to the vet this week. Probably Friday. Mommy thinks it could possibly be another infection, or maybe my diabetes is back. I've tried telling her, actually YELLING at her, that that's not the case. I'm going to be 18, and....well...sometimes old kitties do things like this! Alas, she won't listen. As for my eating and drinking habits, I do both regularly and with gusto! I still love being brushed, I still purr on a regular basis, and I am still demanding. So, aside from a little bit of tinkle, it's all good!
Hope all of my dear friends are doing well. I think of each and every one of you often. Much love to you all!!!!!
Love,
JoJo (Mouth)

Hey! I thought that was Shep's cage!

Hello kitty friends! It's been a REALLY long time since I have updated my diary, so, I do apologize. However, now seems as good a time as any, considering my ordeal over this past week. And maybe this entry will help other kitties that might be going through the same thing.
Mommy had to shove me in that horrid cage....the one that Sheppy always gets shoved into! I was not happy, AT ALL! But, she was worried because I tinkled on the carpet. The last time I did something like that was 9 years ago, prior to being diagnosed with diabetes. So, she figured something had to be wrong. I went to see the nice lady in the white coat last Friday, and they took some blood tests and a urine sample. After I got home, it was pretty much downhill from there. I wouldn't eat, but would scream for food. I wouldn't go to the bathroom. I threw up bile. Mommy was getting really scared. So, back into that horrid cage I went, and off to see the lady in the white coat AGAIN! This time, I was so dehydrated, they made me stay two nights in a row. I was hooked up to an IV, given fluids, etc.. I was MOST unhappy.
Finally, on Friday, the vet received my diagnosis. I had contracted some form of E. Coli! Apparently kitties contract it once in a while. However, because I'm an Olde Furt, my body was unable to fight it, and I became very sick. The good news, though, is that it is not a life or death situation. Or at least it didn't turn into one. The vet has me on powerful antibiotic injections, given once a day. Mommy was finally able to take me home on Friday because I began to eat and drink a little bit. The vet showed her how to give the injections....even though she used to give me insulin, Mommy was a bit out of practice! And now, 3 days later, I am back to my old, cranky self! I even screamed at Mommy for food every couple of hours throughout the night. Figured I had some catching up to do with my demands!
So, dear kitty friends, that is my March in a nutshell. I hope all of you are happy and healthy! Have a wonderful Spring!!!!!!!
Much love, and many purrs and head-bonks,
JoJo