Skeezix's Scratching Post: January 2010

Farewell, Halloween

Our deer frend Halloween went to the Bridge this morning. Her livver had fayld and thare wasn't anything much that cood be dun to save her. My face is leeking all over the place. I got to meet Halloween a few munths ago, and she wuz the sweetest cat I ever met in purrson. She loved her heaty pad and her dek and her bak yard. She was 17-1/2 yeers old.

Her I am with Halloween, and Jete, and Jete's ma:

Jete and I were laffin an laffin cuz Halloween coodn't figure owt how we got so FLAT! Har!

Pleeze drop by her blog and give her mom a big hug and some purrs becuz her face is leeking werse than mine.

Pleeze post the badge above on yer blogs if yoo like.

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Werdless Wenzday

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One of my Adoring Fans

This is one of my adoring fans. Her name is Terry. She came all the way frum MiniSoda to vizit me. She was as byootiful as a fairy prinsess and yoo cood just tell my sniffing her that she is a CAT PERSUN.

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Purrs & Purrayers Needed

Two of my deerest geezer cat frends, Halloween and Rocky Ann, are vary sik.

Rocky Ann had an x-ray that shode a spot on her lung that is probly canser:

Halloween is having ixploratory surjery tomorrow cuz they think she has a toomer on her livver.

Pleeze send heeling purrs to California to help RA and Halloween feel better.

On an unreelayted note, the FL is saying lots of werds on my bad werd list and I think maybe "Comcast" shood be on my bad werd list cuz she's saying Comcast with all the bad werds cuz I gess owr innernets have grinded to a halt. So she's way behind on getting emales and FB and evrything else because the innernets only werk fur about 12 minits at a time and they are VARY slow. This is after we pade for an upgrade to thare "FAST" innernet serviss.

Labels: comcast suks, halloween, rocky ann

First Fan Frenzy of the New Yeer

Today wuz a vary ixsitin' day fur me cuz I got to meet a bunch of Crazy Cat Ladies. One of them came frum as far as MiniSoda to see me. Boy, it was a LOWD groop. They neerly broked my eardrums. But it was fund and they thought I was wearing a kyoot owtfit. Can yoo see me in this pikcher?

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Send Purrs to Kismet Today!

Kismet's ultrasound is today, so pleeze direkt all yer purrs toward Furrjinya ware Kismet livs. Reed all abowt it on his blog. Let's all purr and purray that his ultrasownd will tern out okay.

Good luck, Kizzy. (Rocky sez, "Draw Bluds! Make us prowd!)

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Wordless Wednesday

Toes Toozday

Pink and Poop-free!

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Big Bruthers are da best

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Remembering Kalin

A yeer ago this week, my deer deer frend Kalin wint to the Bridge. I think of her evry day, cuz she was an inspiration. Today, I'm re-running part of the tribyoot I published win Kalin wint to the Bridge - she kinda told her life story. I wunt evrybuddy to remember whut a grate cat she was. --- We love yoo, Kalin Mae!

I have been blessed with a very long and happy life (thanks especially to my Mommy who rescued me from going to the SPCA when I was one-year old and living with Cyndi's sister Kathy). I would have turned 19 years on 3/20/09. My vet told me that I'm about 98 years old in "human-years".

I was named by Mommy's nephew Chris (then 7 years old) who had a crush on the prettiest girl in his class, Kalin. My cat mother was a calico cat named "Lady" (but she was no lady when she was in heat). I don't know who my cat father was but it was probably one of twenty or so male cats roaming our neighborhood in Oceanside. I had two brothers named Scooter and Bob. Back then I lived outside because I was scared of the big mean man inside. My life turned around for the best when I adopted Mommy who took me to her apartment in Vista, showed me my litter box and food bowl, whereupon I then climbed onto her sofa and purred myself to sleep. I gave special comfort to Mommy as she was then recovering from cancer in 1991. We have always been and will always be best friends. We have helped each other through tough times.

I was very active when I was younger. I was an extremely good jumper, and I was quick at attacking feathers, shoelaces, aluminum foil balls, and toy mice. I loved to chatter at birds, and was never afraid of any cats in my area. I was very good on a leash when Mommy used to walk me around the apartment complex.

In February of 1992, my future Daddy moved downstairs to an adjacent apartment. I was always skiddish and scared of male humans due to my previous experience with them. I learned to tolerate him when he was dating my Mommy for about 5 years. I am basically a one-person cat but I'm glad they finally got married five years later as now there are two people to own and provide me food. By the way, I have always been spoiled and I LOVE lobster, turkey, filet mignon, salmon, scallops, prime rib, chicken, and Fancy Feast. I love to eat and I always knew that when my folks came back in the evening with a white box, it was always loaded with good stuff for me! I would follow them into the kitchen and MEOW and MEOW until I got what I wanted!

Although I was not particularly happy on the day that Shabby joined our family and starting sharing some of the prime space in the house, I will secretly tell you that he is one of the friendliest and loving cat brothers you could ever have. I love you Shabbers and I hope you give peace and enjoyment to Mommy and Daddy after I am gone.

I used up one of my nine lives when I had a major cancer operation in 2007; Dr. Weinberg removed a malignant tumor that was blocking my intestines, and which prevented me from eating or going to the bathroom (#2). I gave everyone a big scare, but especially with the love of my Mommy and Daddy, as well as my Internet buddies, I made it through!

My Mommy has a theme song she sings to me whenever she can -- the song is called "You Are My Sunshine". She likes to hold me close when she sings this. There is a song called "Hero" by Enrique Iglesias that whenever I hear, I always think about how my Mommy had saved me from a bad situation. My Daddy also refers to it as "The Kitty Song".

I have been the best cat daughter I could be. I am eternally grateful for the great life I have lived, and the love, care and support I have received from my family and all my friends. Good bye and may we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge. Goodbye Mama. I love you.

Love,
Kalin Mae Garcia

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Kismet Update

My best frend Kismet is spending tonite in an oxijen tank. Yoo can reed the update on his blog. My FL is vary upset cuz in addishun to werrying abowt Kismet, she is sad that her littul raccoon dide. Do they have a ranebow bridje for littul sik raccoons? I also feel bad abowt the littul sik raccoon, becuz after we cawt him, I consoled him and told him that altho they wood stik a cold steel torcher device up his spot 13 win he wint to Bullevard Pet Hospitul, they wood make him all better after that. I will miss having lunch with him. It is a vary sad week.

Labels: Kismet, raccoon, rainbow bridge

Vishus Deer Alert

My frend Leah pointed me toward theeze pikchers wich are VARY DISTERBIN'. So it wood not be a good idea fur the kittens amung yoo to look.

Heer's the vishus deer abowt to eet this tender yung joosy cat:

The vishus deer cleverly gits down to the cat's level so the cat won't realize it's a vishus deer. But the cat is not unnerved by this. It fits into his heroic plan....

Just as the vishus deer is abowt to take his vary ferst tender yung joosy bite, owr plucky orinje frend exekyoots a purrfekt TAKEDOWN of this vishus deer!!!!!

I wunt to find out hoo this brave cat is and give him a perple hart!

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Kismet Update

Thank yoo, kittehs of the interwebs, for all yer purrs fur my frend Kismet. He continyoos to git a littul better evry day, and yoo can reed the detales on his blog.

Currently, Kismet's person has a donate button on Kizzy's blog, if yoo'd like to help out with vet bills. The trip to the ER vet alone was about $1000, and he needs an ultrasound, so the cost is a little overwelming sinse Kismet's persun is a grad stoodint. Even $5 could make a huge diffrinse, if evrybuddy got involved.

If yoo can't donate, just keep sending purrs and purrayers his way in Furjinya -- they seem to be werking!

TIA,
Skeezy

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This is the werst day of my life

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I spended all day yesterday looking at my speshul frend Daisy's shaved tummy fotos and gitting urjes, so it wasn't till this morning that I discuvered she was starring on icanhascheezburger.

Wich wood have bin fantastik ixsept that she chanjed her name to "Cassie" and married Burger King without even telling me, even in a deer skeezix letter. And I didn't even think she liked cheezburgers cuz she is on a raw foods diet. Hoo knew?

So I pored myself a big muther's milk and kride myself to sleep and tride to focus my enerjies on that orinje cat down the street hoo has mezmerized me. Unforchewnitly, I do not think I can be kunsoled.

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Wordless (but not urje-less) Wenzday

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Mutual of Castro Valley's Wild Kingdom

We had a vary excitin' day today. The FL cawt a COON without Marlin Perkins' help! And I SNOOPERVIZED!

No, we didn't ketch the coon to eat it. We're not QWITE that poor, yet. This was a little sik baby coon that the Food Lady deesided had sarcoptic mange and needed treetment. She thot maybe she cood just git sum medisins frum the V-E-T to give to the baby, but the V-E-T told her it wood be better if she brot the baby coon in. I gess cuz they reelly wunt to stik that cold metul thing up his poophole like they do to me.

The Food Lady feeds the baby coon lunch every day; she calls him and he comes and eats. He lives under owr dek. He can hardly see, so he stays close to ware he knows he can git food and water. They don't call her the Food Lady fur nuthin'!

So today, she set up his lunch buffay but put it inside this big cage. Then she called him. He came, and frum the owtside, he reeched inside the cage to get the ham and turkey and smoked salmon she left for him. (I was the one hoo pikt owt the menu.) When she saw what he was doing, she was like, "Man, this will never werk." But evennchully he wint inside the cage, and the door slammed shut and the poor baby coon wint nuts.

The FL was vary prowd that it only took her 20 minits to ketch him.

And then she took him to the vets (she borrowed Gramma's car to do it so her car duzn't git scabies in it) and left him thare. That made her sad cuz she reely bonded with the baby coon. He will be cured and then will go to rehab (even tho I've never seen him drink Muther's Milk) and be reeleesed into the wild agin.

I hope he gits reeleesed back by owr howse, cuz we will reely miss him.

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Kismet Update

Heer is an update on Kismet from Kismet's person. He made it through the night! Keep those purrers purring!

I went to the emergency vet this morning pretty much expecting to put Kismet to sleep. I called them at 6 am to find out how he was doing and all the tech said was that he was still on oxygen and still having trouble breathing, so I assumed he was in the same condition as last night (which was awful). But when they let me in to see him, he was alert, grumpy and had apparently been growling at the vet (for Kismet, a very good sign he's feeling more like himself). They discharged him with his X-rays and sent me back to my vet.

My vet compared the X-rays from the ER doc to the ones they had taken yesterday and then took another one. They said his lungs look clearer and that the enlarged heart that the ER doc said he saw on the X-rays could have just been additional fluid in his lungs. But then the doctor listened to his heart (in between Kismet's growling) and said he thinks he hears a heart murmur. He wants me to take Kismet to a town about 40 mins away for a heart ultrasound to see if he has a heart disease, most likely hypertrophic cardio myopathy. But he also said he's positive that part of the problem is lung pneumonia. I am exhausted, and Kismet is exhausted, and I don't have a ton of money to spend at this point because I spent nearly $1,000 last night, so I asked if he would feel comfortable just treating the pneumonia for now and seeing how he responds. The vet agreed, so Kismet is at my vet currently being given pneumonia antibiotics and diuretic injections to try to eliminate some of the fluid in his lungs. If he responds to that treatment I will try to schedule an appointment for the ultrasound next week after I get paid. If he starts feeling better tonight, I'll bring him home (with meds, and my vet's home number) and then drop him off before work tomorrow so they will be able to watch him while I'm there. They were also going to try to feed him (I told him, "he's not picky. just give him wet food"). Before I took him in yesterday his appetite was fine, so I'm hoping he'll eat something there, too, though the rage may prevent it.

If Kismet has heart disease, I am comfortable giving him medication for the rest of his life as long as it will be a comfortable, happy, relatively painless life. If it's just prolonging his suffering, I won't do it. Which will be awful.

This has been one of the hardest days/nights of my life. I miss him so, so much. If you are the praying or good energy or good thoughts kind, please keep him in yours. He's my man cat, and losing him would be terrible.

Please let me know if you have questions and thank you for your support.

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EMERJENSY PURRRAYER REQWEST

I am vary vary upset and my face is leeking, so I'll keep this short. My vary ferst frend on the innernets hoo is also my deerest and mancatliest frend, Kismet, is vary vary sik. He got taken to the emerjensy V-E-T tonite and put in an oxyjen tent and he mite deeside to go to the Bridge tonite. They think he has conjestive hart faylyer. He needs all owr purrayers.

So PLEEEEZE, pleeze post this grafik on yer blogs and FB pages, and leeve a note with yer purrs on his blog: kismetmrawmraw.blogspot.com (he's bin reetired frum the innernets for a wile, but his blog is still thare). His person is vary vary vary sad and I'm sure she'd appresheeate all of Kismet's innernet frends giving her thare support.

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