Sunday, October 30, 2005

Happy Birthday, Dear Aunt Aral Peppermint Patty Pez!

Today's the birthday of my Aunt AP3!

I won't hold it against her that she has a DOG, but she does have two kitties. And years ago she saved an Italian street cat and brought her back to the States where her life was so much better.
Be sure to visit and wish my Aunt AP3 a happy birthday!

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Trip to the Vet - AGAIN!?!

Well, old age is dogging me, and that isn't funny.

Because I've not been eating (well, I don't particularly care for the special diet, but sometimes I just don't feel like eating) and acting a bit differently (okay, not feeling that well), my people took me to the vet again. I was just there, it seems like!

So after feeling me up, the Vet took me to the back room. ARGH ... I really hate the back room. First she squeezed all my pee out and then took some blood and then "gave me fluids". That means that they put a hypo under my skin and slowly squeezed water in so that my body can absorb it.

Turns out that old animals are frequently dehydrated. That's no fun. And it complicates my liver problem and urinary tract infection. To boot, my urine and blood tests came back bad. My kidneys might not be functioning so great, but it might be the infection. So my people are going to have to learn how to "give me fluids" at home. And I'll have to take the extra pill longer and eat that crappy special diet longer.

Old age SUCKS.

On a funny note, the entire building could hear my growls and hisses while the Vet was doing her thing. Scared the dogs that were in the waiting room.

Not bad for an 18 year old Siamese, eh?

Me in my younger days. That's NOT Phil the Ugly Cardinal.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

True Life Video

For a great, true to life video about the life of a housecat, see this video:

Saturday, October 08, 2005


Do you people have ANY idea how hard it is to sleep when your people are yelling at the television set? As if the darn thing isn't already making enough noise as it is!

Now, if someone were to start broadcasting cat sports, that would be worth watching.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


I am now 18 years old. I have been going to the same vet since I was 8 weeks old. I've seen many a vet's assistant come and go. But my vet remains the same. She understands that I don't like the exams and shots. Sometimes I get really cranky.

Several years ago I was especially cranky. In fact, I was downright scary. After receiving several scratches, my vet finally called out "Get the comforter!!"

An assistant came in with an old bed comforter, in which I was wrapped so that she could finish giving me my shots. I growled and growled, but could not free myself. The assistant looked scared, but the vet was all business.

Afterwards, she wrote one word in my chart, in large print: COMFORTER

I was a marked cat.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Rabbit, Rabbit

It is my duty as a Pez to say


today. I am happy to comply.