Feb. 13th 2007
Valentine's day is a joke, all these companies making a ton of money, dentist will too in the long run. And no one thinks about me, the most important Kittie here. So, what has the world to offer up on Valentines day for kitties? Nada, nothing, nichts! A new toy in a shape of a heart? Give me a rubber ball instead!
Anyway, to continuing the story of my life. I finally got my vision back, no thanks to any human. I was just plain Jane to everyone then. But my mom (foster mom) knew something was up, she finally got that. Geeze my nose was running, I was drooling, I wasn't gaining weight- helooo? She still didn't have a clue though. It took many month of observation for her to see it finally- I have seizures mom! Some humans need to be hit over the head before they get it. But, my mom finally got it- something was really wrong here. To give her some credit, she did try to figure it out, it just took her forever. I came to her in August, and it wasn't until November when I was finally diagnosed with liver problems. For crying out loud. They made me eat special food and started giving me Lactulose, nasty stuff, messes up my coat something awful if any of it runs out of my mouth. It help to some degree, but still I was getting sicker and sicker. The strange dude Vet ran a special test and found out I had a liver shunt. Or so they thought. Little did they know how bad it really was.
My boyfriend Nicky was very supportive, he let me hang all over him when I felt like crap, as my body filled with poison from the food I ate. I drooled all over him many of times. He didn't mind that so much, as my spell worked really good- he loved me, drools and all.
By Jan. 2005 my seizures were coming daily, and I started to have neurological problem. They showed up as I can't walk right, I can't see right for Pete's sakes what's happening to me?
My legs did strange things and wouldn't cooperate. I would fall over, helpless, until mom picked me up and held me. Yea, I finally let her hold me, not that I had a choice here. I drooled all over her too, strangely she didn't mind that. I guess she was really worried, and really cared what happened to me after all. So, halfwittedly I gave her limited permission to hold me, and pet me.
She became my best friend as time went on. I came to rely on her for help when things weren't so great for me. I also learned to pose for pictures. What is it with humans and pictures anyway?