Favorite Toy: The plastic ring you take off when you open the milk
Favorite Nap Spot: Under the kitchen table
Favorite Food: Purina Cat Chow
Skills: I'm excellent at opening doors (pushing or pulling) and opening cabinets
Arrival Story: I had come to a no-kill shelter around Christmas 2004 when I was six months old. No one wanted me though so I was there for a while. Then on Halloween 2005 I was let out of the cattery to the front of the shelter and someone was waiting for me. I growled when she held me because I didn't like it. She pet me and talked to me and then put me in a little box thing and stuck me in a car. I cried a little, but it was a really long trip so I fell asleep. When I was woke up, I found out I had a new home! I had three older sisters, Taillee, Kittanna and Zilla. There was another sister but she was gone. She was a tortie like me and mama missed her very much so she found me.
Bio: If mama's in the kitchen, she just HAS to have my help! She can't cook without me! I try to check the ingredients and stuff for her but she keeps telling me no. She's got this big square thing that I've found out gets REALLY hot too! And sometimes she gets milk out... goodie!! I nudge her and push her and beg and cry until she gives me a tiny little bit! I also like to sleep under the covers with her sometimes.
It's been a long time since I've been here. Doubt my old boyfriend is still even around. Just dropping in to let everyone know how I'm doing. Don't even remember if I posted when things started getting bad.
Last year, mama noticed I was losing weight. Blood work was done twice and my ALT levels were high, though lower on the second test. My weight loss seemed to level off at the time.
This year, mama noticed I was again losing weight. We went back to the vet for a recheck and more blood work. I've got some kind of liver disease. They asked about exploratory surgery for a biopsy, but mama doesn't want me miserable if there's nothing can be done. My liver is very enlarged and my bilirubin is high. We've done medicines and tried an appetite stimulant, but it was going to drive me and mama both crazy! It made me feel funny so I walked around meowing and crying. DON'T let a vet tell you Cyproheptadine won't cause a cat to be overly anxious!
Anyway, I'm done with the meds (still on Denosyl) and still not eating much. Not gaining any weight. Mama mostly keeps me isolated in the spare bedroom so the rest of the kits don't pick on me since I'm so little now. But I'm still purring and love for mama to sleep with me a bit. I get out to wander around with the others for a bit. So even though I'm not gaining any weight and it's likely I won't be around for a long time, life is still good.
Wow... we really don't get in here much! Totally missed our fourth anniversary last month!
Well, a quick update on things... mama just added our brother to Catster so check him out. She's only got a main pic up right now, but will likely add a few others later. He was cute when he was little.
I'm getting along fairly well with the others still. I actually try to like Rat, but he's just a meanie a lot of the time. ;)
For those who can offer them, I'd ask for purrs for me though. I've lost two pounds (I'm at @8 now). I'm on icky Clavamox and some kind of pill mama calls Sammy gets shoved down my throat every day. I'm eating, drinking, playing, everything normal... except I feel like a feather to mama... mol!! She says my bowling ball is beginning to resemble a softball. ~pouts~ I've never been THAT fat!!! Humph...
Well, I guess little sisters are ok. I'm bigger than Gaia which is cool. She's fun to chase. But... she got a cold and gave it to me!!! She was at the vet on Monday. I had to go today. It's almost 100 degrees outside and mama's AC doesn't work in the car. She had all the windows down and the vents blowing, but I've got a LOT of fur. I was drooling like a saint bernard by the time we got there! She took me out of my carrier and sat with me right up under the air vent when we went in and dried my fur a bit with some tissues. I wouldn't drink any water, but I was very thankful for that vent! I didn't drool much at all on the way home so I was pretty dry by the time I got back. I've got pills to take and I'm too smart for mama to put them in food or treats so mama's going to have a wrestling match in the morning... mol!!!