President's Day.

It is President's day- what exactly does that mean? Is it his day off? Is there going to be a party somewhere? Am I going to be invited?

All I know it is still cold outside. I know this, because, every time mom opens the door a cold blast of air comes in. But at least the sun is shining. I am going to snuggle deep into mom's blanket on the couch for a nap in a few minutes.

The orange kids have to be put in place first. They have very cool names, Ritz and Carlton. I mean they are cute and cuddly, but their manners need work.

They don't know when it is nap time yet. They have so much energy it's amazing.


But they are a sweet pair. They were almost adopted, but the prospective adopter couldn't wait while they were recovering from a little bug the got. Can you believe it? Why is humanity in such a hurry? These cute little fuzz balls are the cat's meow.

Carton is a kissy poo, loves to give and get kisses. Ritz is a sweet lamb, all gentle and kind. I hope they find a forever home some day with some one who really appreciates them.


March 2005
Upon returning from my surgery, where all they could do is spay me, I just went on with my life. Yep, just like that. My belly was really cold though, as they had shaved so much of my fur off. My mom (she is so sentimental) saved a tiny bunch of my fur in a little bag and put it in my diary. She had asked the nice Vet to save some for her, just in case things didn't go well for me. What no one counted on was my stubborn streak. I made it this far, I wasn't going to give up now! Life proceeded as usual, except I was getting spoiled so much, I earned a new name - brat! Mom on occasion calls me "her little brat". It's ok, I know she doesn't really mean it. I finally felt "normal" for the first time in my life. The nice Vet increased my Lactulose and I felt much better. Mom was very strict about my diet. No more sneaking morsels from the other cat's.

Everything went very well until April 6th. I came down with some kind of bug.

I felt so terrible, I had to vomit-ew! Mom was really worried and called the nice Vet, MY Specialist. He urged her not to wait the weekend and bring me in the next day. That was a really good thing, by then I had lost 1/3 of my body weight. I was now 3.1 lbs again. I felt save there. He made me all better. I could have died, and the local Vet couldn't have cared less- I was just a tiny cat with liver problems. Why not just throw your hands up and say, I can't do anything, so very sorry! I was in ICU again, at least those people knew what they were doing, and they are so nice to me. I think they love me too. They know just how special I am. I had to stay a few days to get well, and it cost CATS Northeast a lot of money. Mom came to see me of course, but I was so tired that I slept through her first visit in her arms. It was nice to be held. On her last visit I was feeling so much better that I chased her all over the visitation room, much to her joy at seeing me so well again. I finally went home, and life continued smoothly for some time.
The lesson here is- us special kitties need special care, everything can be dangerous for us. A tiny cold has to be treated as seriously as a drool event. The proper support care can save our lives. Please all you humans with special needs kitties, take heed. If something is wrong with your special baby-seek appropriate help.