It’s funny how much you miss cats purring in the morning until you don’t have both of them in the room with you. Brie Brie, my Maine Coon cross kitty, was downstairs staring out the sliding glass doors when the neighbor’s cat walked up and sat about a foot from the door. Brie Brie didn’t…
Read moreThe kitties have been downstairs now for two weeks. They are absolutely loving the extra space. They follow me around the house, sit next to me on the couch, and now have even more places to hide their toys. They do get on the table, but not on the kitchen counter. I can live with…
Read moreBrieBrie and Phaedra have settled in and are doing incredibly well. BrieBrie has got her full Maine Coon on and has blossomed into a furrball. Phaedra is a cuddle cat: she has started sitting on my lap and purring. The little scaredy-cat has turned out to be pretty brave. My parents were down for Thanksgiving…
Read moreThis past Friday evening, I noticed that BrieBrie was holding her left eye closed a little. I didn’t worry about it because I figured she had gotten into something. If it still didn’t look right in the morning, I would call the vet. Her eyes were noticeably different on Saturday morning. Her pupils were dilated…
Read moreAfter Kiesha died, I adopted BrieBrie and Phaedra fron Cat Angels rescue. The two kitties have had their challenges, but for the most part they are very sweet. When I adopted them, I signed a contract stating I would never let them be out door cats or have them declawed. Last night, I started watching…
Read moreBriebrie is almost exactly twice as big as Phaedra. Here they are both sleeping in the same sink.
Read moreBrieBrie has been coming around and is so friendly now. She hears my voice and comes out from under the bed and plays and talks. She’s adorable. She has discovered that the red laser fairy is her friend and she lurves it. Phaedra is a lot more reserved. She doesn’t come out for me and…
Read moreIt hasn’t taken BrieBrie that long to come out and play. Since she arrived, she’s mostly stayed under my bed and hasn’t come out. I’ve reached under there a few times and have had her purring on my hand and loving on me. Tonight she came out and was playing. She has a soft purr and…
Read moreI went back to Cat Angels today to meet Glynnis. She was a very pretty kitty, similar in build to Kiesha. Unfortunately, when I offered my hand she swatted at me. Not very social. My kitty case worker said that Glynnis would probably be best as a only-kitty and she would probably come around. Intuition…
Read moreI haven’t been able to sleep well. I keep expecting to see Kiesha jump up on my bed. I keep seeing her shadow in the house. I started looking at some of the web sites for local no-kill cat rescues. I found called Cat Angels. They had two tortieshell kitties on their web site that…
Read moreWhen I came home on Tuesday after saying good bye to Kiesha, I slept for most of the afternoon. There is something healing about sleeping after feeling so depressed and upset. Although the empty bed and no kitty to greet met at the door was hard. The house is empty now. I felt like I…
Read moreI stayed home with Kiesha on Monday. After Sunday evening, I was worried about her. She still was not eating, although she did lap up liquid from some wet food. My regular vet was unavailable, so I made an appointment for 10:00 on Tuesday morning. I did take her in for fluids on Monday afternoon…
Read moreFor the third day in a row, Kiesha has been dry heaving and making those strange up-chuck then hoarse quack-squeak, with her stomach heaving up and nothing coming out. She hasn’t been looking good. Her coat quality has deteriorated. She is drinking water and using the litter box. She hasn’t touched the dry food in…
Read moreI woke up this morning to the sound of Kiesha trying to up-chuck right next to my ear. She was heaving and licking her lips but nothing was coming up. I put her on a floor and then put a paper towel under her, in case she did throw up something. Nothing came up. She…
Read moreThe mass under Kiesha’s chin has continued to grow. She doesn’t come downstairs to greet me any more. In fact, she’s only been coming downstairs once or twice per week. She purrs hesitantly when she see me, like an engine with a rough idle. It’s hard to listen to her purr. She is having a…
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