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Friday, September 30, 2005 ( 9/30/2005 08:35:00 PM ) K. Hullo, my nam is Pip. I am reelly glad Mom brot me here to live. Zelda and I hav so much fun playin and runnin. # Saturday, November 27, 2004 ( 11/27/2004 03:48:00 AM ) K. Well, it has been quite a year here at the homeplace. The kittens have grown into teencats, and are really annoying. At least, Zelda is annoying. She only wants to eat, when I eat. She only wants to play, when I want to sleep. She has attack my tail every time it twitches. Seriously, she has absolutely No DECORUM. It was my hope, after a year of tutelage, she would gain some pride in her feline formation, and calm down. Sadly, she has done no such thing. However, Io has become very calm. Although I find it offensive that Mom calls her "Fat girl" instead of her name, I have to admit, the name fits. She is a short-tailed, small-framed cat, with a LOT of extra baggage. She lumbers, and her idea of playing is to lay in the floor and let Zelda jump over her. (SIGH) Once again, I did try to teach proper balance of movement and relaxation, without success. I overheard the mom telling Aunt Barb that Io nearly died of starvation as a kitten. I suppose that could make a difference. A few weeks ago, mom had a moment of insanity that will affect us forever! She brought home ANOTHER feline! Pippin, a long, sleek, black cat, thinks he is going to run this household! I can tell you that it didn't take long for me to explain it to him. Then he tried to boss Zelda around! She is such a princess, that I can tell you he got an earful! Anyway, the excitement here continues, and I will try to update you more often. Galen # Saturday, February 21, 2004 ( 2/21/2004 12:49:00 PM ) K. Hello, I am Io. I used to live with other peepel, and they had too dogs and a cat that hated me. I am much happier here, but the other peepel were nice too. The lady I live with is nice and she sais she is my mom, but I worry, becaws the other lady said she was my mom too. I am 8 months old. I like playing with Zelda, but she is very fast. She is better at "chase", but I am better at "wrestle". I am silver grey with pale stripes. The lady says I have chinchilla fur and marks. # ( 2/21/2004 12:46:00 PM ) K. Helo. I am Zelda, and I am new to the howse. I LUV playing and running and running and playing! Nox was a nice cat and gave me gud baths. Galen plays better, but he dosent play a long time. I hav a friend named Io that plays gud, so that is ok. She dosent run and run and run like me, but she plays real gud. Mom is pretty gud to me. She likes it when I climb on her sholder and help her paint pixurs or type on the computer. (That is how I lerned to type so gud!) I am smoky grey, with darker tabby stripes and I am almost 8 months old now. # ( 2/21/2004 12:23:00 PM ) K. On September 19, 2003, Nox went the Rainbow Bridge. His diabetes had become difficult to regulate, because other problems had appeared. He became miserable, and very ill. This is his story, the quotations are from his original posting. He is greatly missed. "I am Nox. I turned 11years old on Thursday. I am a black/blue domestic shorthair and diabetic. My mombean's weird exroommate said I was a duke in a former life. I think that statement speaks for itself on so many levels. All cats know they are royalty in this life or whatever life (we have 9 you know), that is why we act the way we do. Lately, life has been a bit rough for me. We found out that I had diabetes and I have to endure all sorts of humiliating behaviours from Mom these days. She tests my blood glucose regularly, to make sure that it isn't too high. Right now, I suppose I am lucky, because I don't have to take insulin. I am having what they call a honeymoon. Usually I won't spell that word, but I am doing it for education purposes only. (antijinx) Being a black cat, I shouldn't be so superstitious, but there you are. In order to test my blood sugar (glucose) my mombean sticks my ear (on the edge) and then tests the blood drop with a human glucometer. For more information about this, email Mom (link on this page) or check this site. She has created a database too, and charted my treatment. I was about 8 weeks old in 1991 when I came to live with her. She tells people that she wanted me from the very beginning but the manbean she lived with then (they wore some stupid rings for a while, and then they stopped living in the same house) wanted one of my brothers. The beans whose house we lived in then, said we couldn't have the one he wanted, so Mom got to take me home. When I got there I found Galen in a corner, very sad, because his friend Boris had died a few days before. I was too little to understand that, I only missed my family a little, and I wanted someone to play with. Mom kept me in a carrier for a few days until she was sure that Tabitha, Tina, (who are no longer with us) and Galen wouldn't hurt me. I could have told her they wouldn't, but I don't think she would have understood. Beans don't always hear us very well. After a while Galen and I got to be very good friends, and he quit being so sad for his other friend. It is hard typing with paws...they are bigger than the keys." From Nox's last days: This diabetes thing isn't so tough. I have to have a shot a couple of times a day, but Mom is so gentle, and I feel so much better afterward, that I don't even fight it. Other stuff is wrong now though. Mom has taken me to the vet several times, and has tried a bunch of different foods and medicines trying to make me feel better. Nothing does though. Way down in my belly, something hurts, and it is really embarassing, but I can't use the litterbox properly anymore. Sometimes stuff comes out of me, even when I don't know I need to go. Duncan sent a message not too long ago, and let me know that I would be seeing him soon. It was in the shape of a little grey kitten, that just appeared, with no littermates or mama, under our house. Mom caught her in a metal box, and brought her in the house. She is very, very sweet, and lets me give her baths, and cuddles with me. Duncan said that Mom is going to need her soon, because I won't be there, and taking care of Mom is too much work for one cat. Mom must know that I am getting sicker. She has told me that very very soon, I will feel wonderful. She doesn't lie to me, so I know it is true. She said she has done everything she can do to try to help me, and there is only one thing left. She keeps talking about a bridge where there will be fields (I am not sure what a field is, but she keeps sending me mind pictures of grass and flowers), birds, butterflies, Duncan (I like him much better now when he visits) and other cats. I know what she means, and I am ready to go. I know she will be sad, but she has Galen and Zelda, and I will visit her. She also keeps telling me that she will see me again someday. From September 19: Mom took a lot of pictures of me today. Some of the time she was crying, and some of the time she wasn't. She has told me that we are going to visit the vet again. She started crying and saying that there wasn't anything else she could do to make me feel better, so she was going to send me to the Bridge where I would be healthy and happy again. We waited a while, and Mom keeps cradling me. Since it is the last time, I am letting her. Normally, I do not like to be held, but it feels pretty good, now that I am so sick. Nox Nox went to sleep that afternoon, and now rest or plays at the Rainbow Bridge. He was a good friend, and he is greatly missed. Galen and Zelda # ( 2/21/2004 12:02:00 PM ) K. There have been many changes in our household over the last year. Duncan and Nox have both gone to the bridge, as have both Betta fish. I am the only original family member left to tell the tales of this home. Two more have come to live here though, and their thoughts, although young, should be interesting as well. Mom brought a grey kitten into the house around August. Some time later, Nox seemed to get sicker. He didn't want me around anymore, so I quit playing with him, or bothering him. Mom began to realize he was very sick, and when she couldn't help him feel better, she helped him find his way to the bridge like she did for Duncan. I miss him a lot, because we were friends for a very long time. Anyway, we still had this kitten, Zelda, who was wanting me to play with her all of the time. This was a difficult time for me, because she was very undignified, and she had no manners. Also, I got tired of playing a lot sooner than she does! (What IS Mom feeding her?) Mom decided that we needed some company for Zelda, the way Nox had been company for me, so Io, another grey kitten came to live with us. This was good, because I got to get a lot more rest. Galen (girls, we never needed girls around here before!) # Saturday, April 19, 2003 ( 4/19/2003 07:49:00 PM ) K. Unfortunately, our bean has been incredibly busy for many months. Today, we do not have good news on our return to Blog. Duncan has gone to the Rainbow Bridge, and this is his story. Part of it was published originally last summer, before we knew he was sick. "My name is Duncan. I am almost 10 years old, and I am Scottish Terrier, although those cats don't recognize breeding when they see it! About 5 and a half years ago, this lady came to the place I was staying and talked real nice to me, and took me home. I was so happy to see her! Of course, I am happy to see anybody because beans are GREAT! I used to live with a lady but she gave me away when she moved, and the man she gave me to didn't want me and gave me to another lady with two little girls who were cute, but they pulled my ears. She told the lady that I was making her little girls allergic. I think it was because I was piddling all over the place when she left me alone all the time. (Sometimes I still make a little mess once in a while just to remind Mom not to let me spend too much time alone.) Anyway, this lady took me home and had me groomed, which I hate, and took me straight to the vetbean. Well, that VETBEAN made me go to sleep and when I woke up, there were PARTS missing! I healed quickly, but it took me a whole year and a half, before I believed that this bean was going to stick around. She would feed me, and pet me, and walk me, and reminded me of a bunch of things I used to know, like SIT, STAY, COME, DOWN, SIT UP, UP and ROLL OVER. I tried several times to train her, but she doesn't let me be alpha, EVER. I even tried to snap at her once, to let her know I was ready to be boss, but boy, was THAT a mistake! Next month is my birthday and I will be 10 years old I think. Mom (I finally knew she wasn't going to let me go anywhere, so I adopted her.) will probably give me a special treat!" This part is new. "Last November, we found out that I had a problem with my kidneys. I was staying the weekend with some beans who were Mom's friends, and I kept having accidents. I was so ashamed. Then the beans noticed that there was blood where I had the accidents. After a LOT of tests and stuff that was not fun, Mom started feeding me different food, (hey, food is food, as long as I can get it eaten before those cats come around!) and giving me lots of medicines. The doctor said my kidneys weren't working right. A couple of weeks ago, things started getting worse. I felt bad, and I was peeing ALL of the time. It was very upsetting and embarrassing for me. Last night and this morning, I felt like I had to pee ALL the time. And this morning, it hurt so much, I started to cry and whimper. Mom knew that I was very sick. She took me to the vet. I got to ride in the FRONT seat! I never get to ride in the front seat. Now, instead of waiting in the office, we are sitting outside in the sun on the benches under the trees, watching squirrels and feeling the wind in our faces. Mom keeps telling me I am a good boy. She keeps petting me and telling me that I will feel better soon. Well, they just called our name, and we need to go in, I hope he can help me feel better." Duncan definitely feels better now. Because he was so very ill, the vet and Mom decided that he would be happier at the Bridge than staying with us. The doctor gave him a shot that made him go to sleep while Mom was holding him, and Duncan quit crying. Then Mom took him out to Grandma and Grandpa's farm and found a nice spot under a blooming dogwood tree, with violets all around and a canopy of trees. There is a pile of rocks from the farm that cover the resting place, so Duncan won't be disturbed. There are wild turkeys and deer there, plus rabbits and squirrels. Mom said she saw a HUGE tom turkey today. I think he will rest well there. Even though he was a drooler, he was very polite to me. He never growled at us, or tried to bite us. I know that he was really good for Mom, because she used to tell him all the time. We will miss him, and I know Mom will miss him a lot. Duncan Krider b. 1992 (estimate) adopted Feb. 17, 1997 d. Apr. 19, 2003 Goodbye Duncan, from Galen and Nox. # Tuesday, August 27, 2002 ( 8/27/2002 07:08:00 PM ) K. Today, we say goodbye to Horace, the betta v1.1. He shared our home for 14 months, and was a beautiful, graceful, colorful member of our family. He had a couple of posts here, and provided a needed facet for our forum. The cause of his passing is inconclusive and will probably never be known. He died early Monday morning. Goodbye Horace, Galen, Nox and Duncan # |
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