What a life

A little sad news

It has been some time since mommy Carrie posted anything about me or my brother and sisters. We have all been through quite a bit in the last 1.5 years from losing our condo (boyfriend didn't like or want cats so mommy choose us instead), to mommy Carrie being laid off work for the last six months.

Tonight the vet called her and informed you that, yes, I do have adinocarcinoma. Even though I still feel puuuurrfectly fine, still running, jumping and occasionally biting mommy, we have no idea of how long I will have.

I know mommy Carrie is feeling very, very sad right now - but I know that had she not taken me in when my previous owner died, I probably would not have had as wonderful a life as I have had with mommy Carrie, Pyewacket, Yoda or Herbie.

I will try and have mommy Carrie keep everyone updated on my health. Please do not feel sad for me as I know I have been extremely well loved and taken care of.

Kitty nose touches and purrs to our frends here at Catster.

Callie

My new home

I've lived with this lady for almost two years, so I can't really call this my "new" home. Before coming to live with Carrie, I had lived with Danny since I was a baby. We had eight wonderful years together, just the two of us. One night, Danny went out with a bunch of people and never came back. For six weeks I was left in the house by myself, except for when Danny's sisters and brother would come in just to feed me and clean my litter box, but nobody would tell me what was happening.

One afternoon, Danny's sister Carol (and her boyfriend), came to the house, packed up all my stuff and put me in the carrier. After a long ride I was taken to an apartment where two women were living with two other cats!!! Oh, my, this was good!!!! After settling me in a room by myself with food and water, Carol and her boyfriend left and I have never seen them again.

Later that evening, my new mommy (Carrie), came in and had a long talk with me (of course she was trying to bribe me with treats). She explained that my Danny had been sick for a very long time and could no longer take care of me and that his only worry was what would happen to me. Well, Carrie told me that she had told Danny's sister that she would be happy to have me live with her and that Danny should be told that no matter what, I would live with Carrie until old age takes me (I'm now going on 12 years young). The next night, Carrie told me that Carol had gone to see her brother in the hospital and let him know that he would not have to worry about my welfare - that I had gone to a wonderful and loving furever home. Knowing that, my Danny passed away that night, quietly and comfortably. I miss him every day.

I have tried to be friendly and a good cat - but I wasn't happy for the first year. My new mommy's roommate, Peggy, was the one I always went to so I could sit in her lap and let her rub and brush me. Unfortunately I was never very nice to Carrie - yet no matter how mean to her I was (and sometimes still am), she has never been truly harsh with me, even when I have taken a nip out of her to let her know I've had enough rubbing and attention, she still gives me treats, lets me sit on her lap (after putting my pillow on her legs) and gives me a wonderful brushing. And, she and her other herd of cats know that I AM QUEEN (by virtue of being the oldest), which is the way life should be, and if anyone doesn't defer to me - well I just give them (the other cats) a sound slapping around, until give me my due!!!!!!