Sunday, September 16, 2007
At the very least, I know Ayla would've been impressed at all the attention. For a cat who wanted to be left alone, it's amazing to see how many friends she made.
I've been encouraged by friends and family to keep on blogging. I've especially been encouraged by my other kitties, each of whom now wants their own webpages. Since time is limited due to my jobs, I'm only going to do one kitty blog for now: the Flock O' Fuzzies one. I know I've been neglecting it for quite some time but I think it will be a good jump off point for now. While I can't guarantee daily updates, I promise to add the humorous stories as they come it. You can't have a bunch of kitties and not have a few interesting days.
So please check out Flock O' Fuzzies. The most recent post is a bit sad but hopefully I have a lot of happy things to share with all of you.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
When do you say it's time to help your best friend of 17 years cross over the Rainbow Bridge? I thought Ayla would be clear in telling me when she would be ready to go, but she's being her stubborn self.
The cancer she has will never go away. It just gets worse and worse. Her weight is down even more so she is literally skin and bones. She can barely open her mouth to eat. Her left eye is swollen closed from the tumor. Her left cheek is full of lesions including a small area of skin that just disappeared, like part of her cheek was gouged out. When I noticed it last night, I was crying so hard.
I figured it was Time and we would call the vet.
However, the old girl has been more spry these past couple of weeks than she has been in months. She's trotting up and down the stairs, demanding Stinky Goodness, and is being her old snarky self. Every time I think it's Time, she does something to remind me that she is still there, being strong, tough, and independent like she always has been.
Part of me wants to help her fight. Give her as many good days as she wants. But I don't know if I can take it any more. Every time I see her, I cry. She was such a beautiful girl and now she is so tiny and fragile and mutilated by this evil disease. Is this more of a decision for me or for her at this point? If I know her, she'll keep going strong mentally until her body gives out. I just don't think I can be that strong. I love her so much and to see her body being eaten away is wrenching my heart.
How do you know when it's Time for both you and her?
Saturday, September 01, 2007
On Thursday, she talked to her library job. Because she gots the full-time job at the college, her boss at the library wanted her to quit the library job. The thing is, the Mom really, really loves that job and to her it's more of a fun outing around books than a jobbie. So she managed to pursue her boss there to let her work two Saturdays a month with a demotion. The Mom is kind of upset about it. She understand that she couldn't devote the hours she used to 'cause of the full-time job but she didn't think they would try to get her to leave.
Then yesterday, she got a call from the other college she teaches at. The one class she has there was canceled due to low enrollment. Well duh. It was a SUNDAY class. Who the heck is going to take a history class on a Sunday morning? Well, she's upset about it 'cause she likes teaching at that college.
The worst, though, happened yesterday morning. The Mom and the Dad were bringing the Dad's car to the mechanic. The Mom was driving her car, the Dad his. Well, it was a new mechanic so the Mom was unsure of where to go. When she saw the turnoff at the last minute, she stopped short. Unfortunately, the Dad's car's brakes failed and he went ramming into the Mom's car. They are both OK but their cars aren't. The Dad's car is at a body shop with the left front of the car smashed in. The Mom's is in the driveway but she can't really drive it 'cause the trunk keeps popping open. At least they were able to get the insurance people to get them a rental.
The humans say bad things come in threes. I guess they are right.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
So what do I see? Two big vicious deer (one had horns!) and two mini vicious deer.
They were across the street just walking around. Those things are evil! And they were so close to me. Bah. If they tried to come up to me I'd just whap them upside the head. Nobody messes with me.
OK, well maybe the cancer is. The Mom is getting really worried 'cause the lesion on the side of my face is getting bigger. At first she thought it was a sore from the food that was constantly on my face (this stupid cancer makes it hard to eat) but for the past couple of weeks she has been keeping my face clean. Dr. Country Bob said it was the cancer poking through. You can see the lesion a bit on my face in this photo.
Excuse the dirty face and paws. The Mom tried the wet-wipes but they didn't do such a good job cleaning me up and she doesn't want to put me through the stress of a bath (thank goodness for something!).
Have I mentioned that cancer sucks?
Sunday, August 26, 2007
This shot seems to be working well 'cause I"m feeling much better again. I don't have much energy to thwap TAO but I was able to mooch serious amounts of cheese and ham today from the Mom when she was eating lunch. She said that's a really good sign. OK I guess. All I know is that it was yummy.
Eating has become a bit more difficult. The left side of my face isn't cooperating with me. It's that evil cancer crap. First it was causing me to drool and now I really don't have control over anything on that side any more. As long as the food is soft, I can kind of slurp it and lick it up. The ham and cheese was a bit hard but the Mom helped me eat it. It gets really frustrating. The Mom says that as long as I'm eating, that's a Good Thing. I just tell her to keep bringing the ham and cheese and I'll keep on eating as long as I'm able to.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Oh...and a note of congrats to the Mom. She got hired as a lecturer at one of the colleges she teaches at. It's a full time, non-tenure track gig but it's better than the adjunct hell she has been working. It also means she can spend more quality time with me, which is the most important part. So I want to attach this picture from LOLcats to congratulate her:
Thursday, August 09, 2007
OK. Let me clarify something. The Dr. Country Bob that the Annoying One went to who screwed up his diagnosis was an associate of the true Dr. Country Bob, not the real Dr. Country Bob. Does that make sense? The Mom doesn't hate the real Dr. Country Bob and thought that since he has been my V-E-T for the past six months he knows me best.
Anyhoo, I saw Dr. Country Bob yesterday and he poked and prodded and then gave me a big nasty shot. Not the best way to spend the afternoon. But you know what? I'm feeling good. I don't know what was in that shot but it's like a sort of "happy shot." The Mom said it was steroids but I'm feeling like a bit of the ol' nip was put in there. Good stuff.
This morning, the Mom was really happy to hear me yowling at her to feed me. Hmmm...this drug must make me hallucinate or something 'cause she is usually complaining when I yowl at her. She even gave me extra Stinky Goodness and was petting me and saying "good Ayla" while I was eating. Hmmm...maybe Dr. Country Bob gave her a "happy shot" too. Who knows? Who cares? I'm feeling better and I'm getting extra Stinky Goodness. I'm just going to enjoy it. :)
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Just wanted to give you all a head's up before I give out final exams tonight. We took Ayla to the vet today and things are looking better. The vet gave her a heavy duty steroid shot to help reduce the swelling and give her a little boost. Yesterday and today she was a lot better so I was happy he was able to help her out some. I just have to wait and see how the shot affects her. If it does well, the vet said she has a couple of months in her. If not...well...we'll be lucky to have a month. I have faith my snarky little girl won't give up that easily.
I want to thank everybody for the thoughts and prayers. It means a lot to me and to Ayla.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Her face has gotten so swollen that it has made it difficult for her to eat. It really is amazing how much the tumor has grown in just two months. Also, I don't know if it's that she's having trouble eating or the cancer, but she has also lost a lot of weight. I'm going to bring her to the vet later this week to have her checked out and see if there is anything we can do to help the swelling.
If not...well...I'm starting to look at her quality of life. Right now, she is spending 99% of her time in the closet with only occasional outings to the food dish and the litter. Her spunky attitude does come out around feeding time but this morning it was painful to watch her eat.
I will keep you all updated on her condition as soon as I know more.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
The Mom was driving to work on Tuesday and a suicidal deer ran in front of her car! She was all the way up in the mountains driving when she saw a deer so she slowed down. Then all of a sudden, BOOM! This crazy deer comes out of nowhere and the Mom couldn't stop in time. She's ok and so is the car but the Mom isn't sure how the deer was. It wasn't dead since it ran into the woods. The Mom is thankful there wasn't any damage 'cause there was no cell reception way up there and there's no way she could've gotten help.
She does have to wash her car though. It is now covered with evil deer poop.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Personally, I don't mind the outside kitties. Why? They aren't eating my food or annoying me and as long as they stay outside, I can accept their existence. The humans, however, are a different story:
"Oh my...look how adorable they are!" squeals the Mom.
The Dad looks out the door and says "they are cute."
"I don't know if we'll be able to catch them. They seem to be just as skittish as their mom."
"Great. That's all we need are cats number ten, eleven, twelve--"
"--honey," the Mom growls angrily at the Dad.
"Oh you know I'll do nothing to stop you."
The Mom walks away with a smile on her face.
I may be old and grumpy but I'm not stupid. This means one of two things: 1) she will attempt to catch the kittens and "rescue" them. Or 2) she won't catch the kittens and she'll be upset and crying for a kitten. That leads to her and the Dad going to the local shelter and "rescuing" a kitten from there. Either way, this means that by the end of the summer they'll be adding to the throng of Brats I already am tormented by.
It's at times like these I really hate life.
P.S.1. I'm doing fine. My face is really swollen now so I've gotten into this awful habit of drooling on myself.
P.S.2. TAO is doing OK. The Mom took his cone off last night and he's not scratching at his eye. It looks almost healed. They'll be going to the eye doctor on Monday for a follow up.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Anyhoo...the Mom did bring TAO to Dr. Eye Person for a follow up. He took all these weird lights that were white and blue and wore this funny thing on his head to look at TAO's eyes. The ulcer is completely gone but his eye is still healing. So, this means he'll have to wear the cone for another couple of weeks and get all those drops he's been bitching about. Bah. Poor baby. *rolls eyes* At least he doesn't have a malignant tumor in his mouth. Next time he complains I'm giving him a good thwapping.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
The eye doctor looked at him yesterday and said he won't need surgery as long as the medication keeps on working. He did say that the ulcer went down 35% into his cornea which is a lot in my opinion but the eye is still good.
According to the Mom, he's going to be wearing that awful cone on his head. I have never had the humilation of wearing one of those things. Since he is getting better, I may have to tease him a bit. At the very least, get the Mom to take lots of pictures of him so we can make fun of him later on.
The Mom did say that I'm not allowed to thwap him for a while. Bah. First off, I have no front claws. Secondly, I won't thwap him in the face but I make no promises on the rest of him. If I know that little Brat, he'll be bugging me the minute he gets home, trying to snuggle with me and all that stuff. The minute he gets near me I'll have to give him a little nip on his tush to remind him who is boss. Just because you just got out of the hospital doesn't me you can bother me.
Monday, July 09, 2007
And you know whose fault it is? Stupid Dr. Country Bob. The Mom brought TAO to him last month. His eye was really runny and he could barely keep it open. Dr. Country Bob said it was an eye infection and gave some anti-biotic goop with a steroid in it. The Mom was a bit suspicious in that it was clear stuff running out of his eye and not yellow or green stuff. She is kicking herself now for not requesting a "stain" to see if it was an ulcer at the time.
Then Saturday night, the Dad noticed TAO's eye was really swollen. Yesterday morning, the Mom looked at it and saw it was all red and hazy. They took the Annoying One to Dr. Country Bob 'cause his office had emergency hours. The V-E-T there was amazed at how bad his eye was and was even more amazed the earlier V-E-T hadn't stained his eye. The lady showed the Mom and the Dad the ulcer on his eye and said that TAO needed to see an ophthalmologist ASAP.
Oh ya, did I mention the anti-biotics with steroids probably made his eye worse?
With that, they packed up TAO and rushed him to the Oradell Animal Hospital in Paramus, NJ. It's like 1 1/2 hours away but that used to be our old V-E-T and they are really, really good there. Plus, they have an ophthalmologist on call. They admitted him and TAO's supposed to see the eye doctor later today. When the Mom talked to them this morning, they said he was responding well to medication treatment which was a good sign. We'll know whether or not he needs surgery this afternoon.
Now you guys know how I feel about TAO but even I'm not evil enough to wish this on anybody. The poor little Brat is in quite a bit of pain and may lose his eye, at the very least his vision. Please send prayers his way for a speedy recovery.
P.S. The Mom is never bringing us to Dr. Country Bob again. There was much rejoicing.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
This has to be the most freakin' annoying thing possible.
Then yesterday, I realized why she's doing it. She wants to see me to make sure I'm alright. Ever since my stupid diagnosis, she constantly wants to be around me and is "checking in" on me. So I figured, I need to do something where I'm easily visible (so she won't wake me up) but in a place where I'm still comfortable.
Voila! The cubby hole in the closet:
Now I'm perfectly comfortable sleeping on top of clothes in the closet and yet I'm easily visible so the Mom doesn't have to constantly wake me up.
Get that Mom? Don't wake me up. OK?
P.S. Though you can't see it in this picture, the tumor is on the left side of my face and it's starting to get really big. Otherwise, I'm ok.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
To put it in computer geek terms that you could understand: all ur cheese belong to us!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
It's good to be the Queen.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
The Mom has been unusually depressed lately. From what I gather, a lot of it has to do with her not getting the full-time teaching gig she interviewed for. Since the Brats don't have a clue as to how to help her, I need to come out of my comfy closet and show them a few tricks.
It's easy to keep the humans happy. Case in point: the Mom. All I have to do is jump on the bed under my own power, curl up on the pillow, and purr. That alone makes her happy. To deal with this stupid depression she has, I just take it one step further. I rub my nose all over the edge of her glasses and give her little kisses on her forehead. Usually by that point she's giggling and laughing.
My job is done.
Back to the closet.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
- I do not want to be yanked out of my nice closet. It's probably one of the most comfortable places too because it's dark and and not too cold from your stupid air conditioner thingie.
- I do not want to be hugged. You're body heat and my body heat just makes things too freaking hot.
- I do not want to sleep on the pillow for the entire night. Usually either the Annoying One comes to bother me or else Loki sleeps on top of me. That's more of the combined heat thingie and that's a Bad Thing.
If you really want to make me happy, you can give me my Stinky Goodness when I ask for it. Don't just go "oh look...Ayla's out of the closet." If I'm looking at you and yowling, that usually means "get your tush out of the bed and feed me dammit." How difficult is this to comprehend?
Saturday, June 16, 2007
For the past couple of nights, the Mom has been insistent on me sleeping on her pillow. I had been spending most of my time in the closet. Why? Well, the Mom has lots of really long dresses whose bottoms puddle on the floor so I can curl up in a ball in all that fabric. It's warm, dark, quiet, and most importantly no Brats. But now I have to humor the Mom and sit on her pillow until she falls asleep. Then I sneak back into the closet.
Then again, the pillow bit isn't a bad deal. The Mom lavishes me in pets and good scritches and occasionally she has a treat. Like last night she gave me a piece of hot dog. I haven't had that in ages. It made the Mom happy to see me eating so we were both pleased. But honestly, if me eating makes her happy, I'm more than willing to oblige.
How am I doing? I'm having my good days and bad days, but that's more to do with this girl's old joints and the weather than my cancer. The other day was just yucky with the rain and the cold and everything hurt. Yesterday and today, though, were nice and warm. At least now I can move around without aching.
Thanks again for all your well wishes, purrs, hugs, and prayers!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
She's doing this 'cause I'm getting sick of having her take over my blog. It is MY blog. You don't she her name on it do you? Didn't think so. At least now she can talk all she wants over there.
So I guess you all heard the news, eh? Sucks. Seriously sucks. The Mom explained what it was and I was upset at first. Then I was angry. Now I've come to realize that there may be some good that will come out of it:
- The Mom and Dad are now lavishing me with attention. They are giving me lots of good scritches and pets so I can't complain about that.
- They are also keeping the Brats away from me. Before they thought it was "cute" how I would thwap them to get them out of my face. Now they are actively keeping them away from me.
- I'm getting lots of Stinky Goodness. That is definitely a Good Thing.
Monday, June 11, 2007
I spoke to Dr. Country Bob today and he had bad news for us. The biopsy shows that she has squamous cell carcinoma, which is a malignant skin cancer.
According to the International Veterinary Information Service
Unfortunately, the vast majority of neoplasms found in the mouths of cats are malignant and carry a poor prognosis. Over 20 different types of cancer have been reported to occur in the oral cavity of felines, although only a few are observed commonly . Among the more common feline oral neoplasms are squamous cell carcinoma (SCC), fibrosarcoma, lymphoma, and malignant melanoma. In fact, SCC alone accounts for about 70% of all feline oral tumors. It is of extreme importance to identify the tumor type and commence treatment early in the course of disease if a favorable treatment outcome is to be achieved. In the majority of cases, however, a clinical cure is not possible.Ugh. After talking with Dr. Country Bob, the treatments are just too much for Ayla. I have the choice of starting radiation treatment--which according to him probably won't do much to help her anyway and I'm not willing to put her through it unless the prognosis was 100%--or surgery but that would basically require removing half her face. That's out of the question.
So basically we're just going to keep her as comfortable as possible. The vet told me that if the lump starts bothering her, she can be put on steroids or antibiotics.
Right now she seems to be doing ok. Getting her teeth removed seems to have done some good since she seems happier with them gone. She has yowled at me numerous times for Stinky Goodness and I've seen her eating the dried food too. As long as she has an appetite and shows that she's happy, I'll be happy.
Thank you all again for your prayers and best wishes.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Things seem to be going OK. The Mom says I've been a little more feisty lately and thinks that getting those four teeth removed was a Good Thing. If it means more Stinky Goodness for me then of course it's a Good Thing. Duh.
My face is still a bit swollen but I don't know if it's from the surgery or the original swelling that was there. Hopefully we'll be getting some good news tomorrow. I'll let you all know as soon as I find out.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
The experience at the V-E-T wasn't too terrible considering it is the Stabby Place. I just can't believe that the Mom told them I was grumpy. The tech even put a note on my cage saying "grumpy," like it's a bad thing. Bah. Then they tell the Dad when he picks me up that I'll be grumpy and not get along with other cats for a few days. Geeze. Me? Grumpy? I should've thwapped that chick upside the head before they doped me up.
The Mom thinks that they released me a little too soon 'cause I was seriously tripping out from the drugs. Heck, I was falling over every time I tried to walk. Then what does the Dad do? He locks me in The Box for an hour "to keep me safe." I know he meant well, but screw that. I despise The Box. Loathe it. Why would I want to be kept in there? I'd rather fall down the stairs five times. Eventually the Dad got it (a lot of yowling and pawing at the cage made him see the light), and put me in the bedroom.
I was happy when the Mom got home. She teaches at night so she didn't get home until 11pm. I hate to say it but I really wanted my mommy. Even though she can be a royal pain in the tush, she knows how to make me feel better. She gave me a little bit of Stinky Goodness and then poofed up the pillows on the Big Sleepy Spot so I could have a nice place to rest. When she finally went to sleep, I fell asleep on her head. There is something comforting about that, especially after the day I had.
P.S. The Mom is reminding me to thank all of you for your prayers and best wishes. We won't know the results of the biopsy until at least Friday but I will let you all know as soon as I find out.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
I'm not home yet but I did talk with the Dad. Ayla is now home and doing well. Kind of. She's not having fun recovering from the anesthesia. The Dad told me she kind of fell over when she went down the stairs so he's keeping her in the really big cat carrier until she's more steady on her feet.
He did say that Ayla let out one of her famous yowls when the tech put her in her carrier. Supposedly she was so loud that she could be heard even in the waiting room. The tech warned the Dad that she'll be grumpy and may not do well around other cats for a day or two. LOL. That would be normal behavior for Ayla!
What is rather amazing was the cost for all of this. Our old vet would've charged us over $1,300 for the anesthesia, teeth removal, biopsy, and blood work. This one only charged us $200. I'm still in a bit of shock from that but I always thought our old vet gouged us. Maybe there are some advantages to going to Dr. Country Bob.
The Dad just got off the phone with the vet and Ayla is doing well.
Dr. Country Bob did the surgery which I did not know about but it's too late to bitch about it. He did say that "her bloodwork is suprisingly good for her age," which I know Ayla will be just so thrilled to hear about. Because she's healthy, she was able to have the surgery. Four teeth were removed but the vet didn't know if it was an abcessed tooth, a bad infection, or a tumor. He took a biopsy and we should know the results by Friday.
The Dad will be picking her up this afternoon but I will give an update as soon as I get home from work.
Thank you all so much for your prayers and good thoughts. I know Ayla appreciates them, and so do the rest of us. She is a special cat and I don't know what I would do without her.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Well, while the Mom was there, she started talking to one of the other V-E-Ts. This one is a little younger than Dr. Country Bob (my new nickname for him) and while isn't as friendly, seems to know his stuff. The Mom got the impression that Dr. Countrybob thought that she should just let "nature run its course" since I'm "older than dirt." Bah. Thankfully, the Mom is a bit more proactive than that. She told me that she wants to know what's going on with me. Well, I do too.
Anyways, Dr. Blue Eyes (as the Mom calls him) said that she should bring me in and they'll check me out. OK...what does that mean? Basically, if I'm healthy enough, I'm going under anesthesia and they are going to find out if it's really an abscessed tooth or if it's something worse. "Exploratory surgery" is how she put it. Part of me really wants to poop on the Mom's pillow for doing this to me, but another part of me realizes that it's better to know. Bah. No matter what happens, at least they'll know what's wrong with me.
So, tomorrow I'm going in. The Mom asks that you send lots of prayers my way in the hopes that it's nothing serious.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
So why the %#@& are you stuffing this bitter, nasty crap down my throat twice a day? The pills are bad enough but at least I can't taste anything with them. This antibiotic stuff is just plain yucky. Heck, even Mr. Countryboy Vet said it tasted bitter so why did you agree to give this to me? I think we've moved beyond to just pooping on your pillow. I am going to have to think of something nastier.
Oh, and yes my face is still swollen. The Mom is going to bring me to my old V-E-T Dr. D next week to get a better look at it. Personally I don't see what the big deal is but it has the Mom and Dad worried. Just don't give me any more medicine.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Last Friday, I brought Ayla in to the vet to get her routine "senior" physical and shots. However, while we were there, the vet noticed that her left eye and cheek were swollen. Upon closer examination, her left pupil wasn't the same size as her right. The vet said that it could be an abscessed tooth but most likely is an oral tumor of some sort. He put her on antibiotics and gave us the "worse case scenario." You know, the "she's older than dirt" lecture, which I'm sure Ayla was thrilled to hear.
Right now she seems to be doing fine but her face is still rather swollen. We're going to see how things turn out. If it's still swollen in a week, we'll take her to our old vet. The vet we saw is a "country bumpkin" sort of vet and while he may be very good, he was quick to diagnose a tumor. Ayla is quite spunky and is still thwapping around the other cats so personally I don't want to believe it is cancer.
I will keep you all posted. All I ask is that you pray for her. She is a good, loyal cat and though she may be grumpy, she has been there for me through some of my toughest times. I love her dearly.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Anywho, thank you all for the words of support. I think the Mom is being rather selfish by not devoting more time to doting on me. So last night when the Mom got home I looked straight at her and yowled at her. "You're not spending enough time with me!" Then she picked me up and gave me some good pets. It was nice but extra Stinky Goodness would have made it even better. She told me to not push it.
Oh, by the way, I think I'm going to the V-E-T soon. The Mom was searching for my medical records in her office. When I asked her what was up, she just said she was looking for something but didn't tell me what it was. Later on, when she was sleeping, I jumped on her desk and saw my records. Oh I hope I don't get poked and stabbed again.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
A few minutes later she yells out "see you all later! I'm off to school!" Huh? What? I thought she was done with school for the summer. The Dad then explained that the Mom is teaching summer school all summer which means she won't be home in the evenings to hang out with. Bah.
Last night, I even acted really cute (very unlike me) doing all the purring and "happy feet" she loves so much to convince her that I'm much more important than school and she should stay at home to cater to MY needs. No. She says that she has to work to pay the bills and buy me my Stinky Goodness. Bah. I hate it when she uses that argument.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
The next week it's nice and hot.
Now it's freakin' cold again.
What the heck is going on? The Mom assured me that things would be nice and warm. She said she's not in charge of the weather. Ya right. So who controls the temperatures inside the house, eh? What happened to the nice 70+ degrees we had inside? To me, outside weather does not matter. It's the inside one that counts. Who cares how freakin' cold it is outside? I'm not going out so hence I don't care.
What's worse? She has turned off the heat "for the season" so I have to deal with the chilly temperatures. I must remember to poop on her pillow when I get warm enough to move.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Skeeter and LC tagged me!
Here are the rules for this meme ...
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own blog about the seven things, and mention the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your blog!
- The Mom didn't mean to adopt a kitty the day she got me. She went with a friend to the house I was born in so her friend could find a new kitty. Of course, the Mom saw my beautiful face and couldn't resist.
- I was a very sick kitty. I had a really bad upper respiratory infection when the Mom got me and the V-E-T told her I would probably die. The Mom nursed me back to health by making me eat this yucky paste stuff. Then I moved onto baby food (very yummy) and then Stinky Goodness.
- I hate the Brats.
- I'm the only one of the Fuzzies left who has lived in every house the Mom has lived in (and that's a lot).
- I wasn't always grumpy. I used to act like a kitten all the time before my friend Xanadu crossed the Bridge. He was a really good friend. I miss him each day.
- I am the only Fuzzy the Mom has ever voluntarily had declawed. Yes, she regrets it so don't give her grief. It was 16 years ago and she was a lot more stupid back then. But I was awfully good at destroying furniture with my talons. Those were the days...
- And yes, I actually do get pleasure out of thwapping the Annoying One. You would too if you got the opportunity. He is quite the pest.
Monday, May 14, 2007
You see, there are three fuzzies that are living outside our new house. The neighbor had been feeding them but she's been away for a couple of months now. A couple of days ago, when the Mom was feeding us, she heard a meow outside. It was the tiny tabby kitty. Since the Mom is a silly mushy human she went out and gave him some of OUR food. Um. Hello? That's OUR food. Not theirs. OURS.
Later that day, the Mom went out and bought the kitties their own bowl and food. Now she's feeding them on our front stoop. The next thing you know, she'll be adopting them, giving them names, and I'll have even more Brats to deal with.
I don't think so.
Monday, May 07, 2007
The Mom claims it's really spring now. It's supposed to get near 80 degrees most of the week. I hope so. I'm sick of the cold. The living room has been too chilly to hang out in and the Mom has been keeping the windows open in the rest of the house. All this chill isn't good for the old bones. If it gets warm enough I may get brave and venture out of the laundry basket and find a nice warm sunbeam.
Oh...and would somebody please tell the big fat Maine Coon that the laundry basket is my sleepy spot?
Monday, April 30, 2007
You see, for the first couple of months we've lived there, it just was a fixture attached to the ceiling with lights on it. I just figured it was another light, right? Well, now that the weather is getting warmer (finally!) it's been moving a lot. Round and round and round. It wouldn't be so bad except that it's right over the bed. I mean, who knows what kind of damage that thing could do if it fell off the ceiling, right? And here I am, trying to sleep but that stupid thing just hovers right over me going round and round and round.
Bah. I'm going to sleep in the laundry basket instead. At least nothing is going to fall on my head there except for clothes. No evil spinny thingies in there.
Friday, April 27, 2007
I should be blogging more in the next week or so.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
At least she's suffering too. I know she's got bad joints that hurt really bad in wet weather. Also, she has allergies and they've been acting up. She said that it feels like she's got a football stuffed in her sinus cavities. I just wonder how she can act all cheerful on such a miserable day. Maybe it's that coffee stuff. There's got to be some good benefit to that nasty sludge.
Anywho, to try to cheer myself up--ya right--I'm posting up a picture of me lounging in the sun from yesterday. Oh why couldn't it be this nice today?
Now I'm going to crawl into the nice laundry basket inside the closet where it's nice and warm and cozy. The Brats better leave me alone today 'cause I'm in a mood for a good thwapping.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Um. Mom? WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU STOP AND GRAB ME ONE OF THEM FOR DINNER?
P.S. We haven't seen any bears yet but the season for them is coming up. Hopefully they won't try to steal my Stinky Goodness.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
- I need a place to vent about the Brats and the Humans.
- I like to share my opinions with the world about various things.
- To put up embarrassing photos of the Brats for the whole world to see.
- To tell the Mom that I'm really the one in charge of the house, not her.
- To meet like-minded kitties who can understand me and my need to thwap the Annoying One.
As usual, it looks like I'm the last one to do this so I'm tagging anybody who hasn't done it yet.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Anyways, I decided to drop by the Mom's blog to see if she even noticed my complaints about the lack of Stinky Goodness. Instead of that, I find her raving about this coffee stuff. She calls it "ambrosia." Blech.
What is it with humans and coffee? I tried it once when I was a kitten and that stuff is just plain nasty. It's bitter, it's brown, and it stinks (and I mean bad stinky, not Stinky Goodness stinky). When I was growing up, my big brother Xanadu used to love taking sips of the Mom's coffee. Ugh. Taking bites out of cheese, stealing deli meat, heck...even eating an occasional marshmellow is acceptable behavior for a cat. Sips of coffee? Eww. I do not understand the desire factor behind that. Then again, Xanadu wasn't the smartest cat in the barn if you know what I mean.
Oh...I am working on training the Dad. Unfortunately, he is quite stubborn. When I yowl at him for Stinky Goodness he just laughs and thinks it's cute. Cute? Bah. I am not cute.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
According to the Mom, she is burned out. It is mid-terms at one of her colleges so she is swamped by term papers and tests that need to be graded on top of all her lesson plans. What's worse is that the two colleges she teaches at don't have spring break at the same time so she doesn't get a real vacation. Boo hoo. She's the one who took all the jobs in the first place. What does she expect?
Is all this MY fault? No. All I do know is that my Stinky Goodness has been coming later and later on the weekends and she is too busy to give me pets. She shouldn't be taking out her grumpiness on me. At least when I'm grumpy, I take it out on those who made me grumpy in the first place, like the Brats. Hmph.
Maybe I'll go and lie down with the Dad for a little while. At least he's not grumpy.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
OK, can you now put the flannel sheets back on the bed? It's still cold out and I need my flannel goodness.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Unfortunately, she was right. Later that afternoon when I looked out the window, it was snowing! I'm not talking about some flurries here but a full fledged storm! What the...? Then, when I got up this morning, everything was white. According to the Mom, we got 10" of snow. I watched her and the Dad spent like an hour digging out their cars. That was a lot of snow.
So what happened to the really nice weather we had earlier in the week? Is Mother Nature playing mind games with us? I mean, it was really nice. I got to enjoy an open window and a nice sunbeam. Life doesn't get better than that, right? The Mom said that spring is just around corner but I wish it would just get here. I'm sick of the snow and cold and the Annoying One trying to curl up with me every darn night.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
What makes Ayla such a grump?
She wants to give the Brats a thump.
They grab the best places,
All the nice warm spaces.
It's enough to make anyone grump.
And see...she doesn't say I'm spunky.
Thanks Karen Jo!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Just because I am spending time in all the other rooms besides the bedroom does not change my personality. Is it my fault that the new house is so big that I don't have to worry about crossing the paths of any of the Brats? That I can finally reclaim my spot on the couch again? That I'm demanding access to the bathroom so I can drink out of the sink again?
This does not make me spunky. It just means I'm back to my old self.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Personally, I think the biggest problem with humans is that they wear shoes. Some of the Mom's shoes look like nasty torture devices. And she wonders why she has problems with her feet! Geeze. Doesn't take a kitty Einstein to figure that one out. Just stop wearing shoes. Look at us kitties. We don't wear shoes and we rarely, if ever, have problems with our pitties. Mine are healthy, soft, and a nice shade of pink. You don't see me going to a v-e-t to get scraped. If only the humans would listen to us more.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Do I need to say more?
P.S. The Mom wants to let you know that she has a new blog up and running which she claims she's going to keep up-to-date. Ya right. I'll believe it when I see it. Anyways, here's the link:
Saturday, March 03, 2007
A) Four places I have lived:
- A really tiny apartment in New Paltz, NY
- A slightly bigger apartment in Binghamton, NY
- Another teeny apartment in Montclair, NJ
- A townhouse somewhere out in the boonies with the Humans
- Any type of bug
- My food being poured into a bowl
C) Four places I have been outside my home:
- Cape Cod
- Chappaqua, NY (where the Mom's parents used to live)
- Outside our apartment one time that I fell out the window (long time ago)
- Too many V-E-Ts to count
D) Four websites I visit daily:
- Gmail (email)
- Any of the cat blogs on my blogroll
- Official Stinky Goodness website
- Any website that could tell me how to get rid of the Annoying One
E) Four of my favorite foods:
- Stinky Goodness
- Did I mention cheese?
F) Four places I would rather be right now:
- Any place without the Brats
- Any place free of the Annoying One
- Any place that has unlimited supplies of Stinky Goodness
- Any place that has unlimited supplies of cheese
G)Four toys I have owned and played with:
- Anything with catnip
- The Annoying One's head (didn't own it...thwapped it quite a bit though)
- Feather balls
- Did I mention anything with catnip?
H) Four nicknames my family have called me:
- Grumpy Girl
- Stop Chewing the Plastic Bags!
I) Regarding Catnip:
- Love it! (duh...stupid question)
- It's nice
- Could take it or leave it
- Don't like it or can't have it
J) Regarding Cat Grass:
- Love it
- It's nice
- Could take it or leave it
- Don't like it or can't have it
K) First four things I'd buy after winning the lottery:
- Buy another house for the humans that only I would be allowed in
- Lots of Stinky Goodness
- Lots of nip
- Lots of cheese
L) Four things I do besides eat, sleep, and litterbox:
- Thwap the Annoying One
- Thwap the rest of the Brats
- Yowl at the Mom to feed me
M) Four things I want to do this summer:
- Thwap the Annoying One
- Find a nice warm sun beam to curl up in
- Eat lots of Stinky Goodness
N) My four most prized possessions that have limited value to anyone else:
- My nip...it's mine dammit
- The laundry basket
- The Mom's pillow
- Any cheese in the house
O) What I’m going to do before tomorrow is over:
- Thwap the Annoying One at least twice
- Yowl at the Mom
- Sleep lots
- Eat Stinky Goodness
P) Which of the following is your favorite place to hide and play?
- The closet
- In the laundry
- On the Mom's chair (she keeps it pushed in so you can't see me unless you pull the chair out)
- Wait....I don't really hide or play. Never mind.
Q) Four other "pets" your staff have kept with you:
- The Brats. That's eight too many
R) Four furiends I tag to respond:
- Anybody who hasn't been tagged yet
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Monday, February 05, 2007
I have to give the Mom some credit. She said she would buy a really nice house for us to live in and I think she did a pretty good job. It's got multiple floors with lots of stairs to sleep on and plenty of room for me to stay away from all the Brats. If they are on one floor, I just go to another one and it's nice and quiet. Amazingly, I'm actually happy with the place.
Now technically the house is in the humans' names, but you know what? This is going to be my palace. I've already claimed most of the house and since I'm the oldest kitty, I shall be the Queen of Everything inside of it.
Of course the Brats are ruining my new home with them running all over the place and going nuts. I can't tell who is having more fun. Even Bomber, who is the most laid back of the Brats, has been sighted spazzing around.
I will post some pictures as soon as the Mom finds the camera. It's in a box. Somewhere. Like everything else. Heck, I'm stuck using the Mom's laptop 'cause that's buried in her office behind fifty boxes.
P.S. The Mom is hurting and exhausted. Of course, she's working really long days everyday this week. If she doesn't get better, it's all her own fault.
Friday, February 02, 2007
The Mom isn't too worried about that last part. Since she sprained her ankle, she decided to have the movers pack up all the stuff. Oh I feel sorry for them. There are places in the apartment where boxes have sat for the 3+ years we've been here that must be covered with a good inch coating of dust and cat hair. Even that thought scares me. The Mom did say if the workers did a good job and didn't complain she'll give them a good tip. She is good that way.
Speaking of the Mom, her ankle is getting worse. This week has been hard on her. If she wasn't already working a 12 hour day (a good portion of that is on her feet), what little free time she's had has been spent painting the new place. When she came home from teaching last night, she looked utterly fried. I'm starting to worry about her. Of course she tried to humor me and say things will be better after we move. I hope so. That damn air cast came a little too close to my tail more than once.
I'll update you all either tomorrow night or Sunday to let you know how everything went. At least the humans were smart enough to get the broadband access hooked up first.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Who? The Mom. You see, about a week and a half ago when she was leaving the lawyer's office after buying the new home, she sprained her ankle. Supposedly she passed out from the pain--wimp--and went to the hospital to make sure nothing was broken. The human V-E-T just gave her this silly brace that caused more pain than good.
Yesterday, she went to see a podatrist about her ankle 'cause it was still hurting her. She supposedly doesn't trust bone doctors with her ankles 'cause one really screwed up the other one when she broke it. The podatrist said that the Mom needs more protection for her ankle so now she's walking around in this big air cast thingie. And I thought she lacked agility before! Ha! She has this big huge thing attached to her leg and either trips over it or whacks it into something. It's really dangerous around us fuzzies 'cause we may end up being on the painful end of that thing. Thankfully she takes it off at night or else the Dad would be all black and blue. Hehe.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Supposedly the master bedroom is going to be "merlot" and the Mom's office will be "butter." Umm...why are there paints named after foods and drinks? Whatever happened to "red" and "yellow?" The Dad is teasing the Mom 'cause she's going all looney over the fact that she can actually paint the walls something other than white which is why she's going for such "rich" colors. Since they're doing such a dark color in the bedroom, they have to put on a grey primer first. Bah. If I were them, I'd just paint it one color that would be nice and easy. Then again, you don't see cats painting 'cause it requires way too much effort.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
I'm dreading the cold weather. These old bones feel the cold pretty badly. The Mom has been keeping the heated kitty bed on every night to help out the Annoying One and Monkee, both of whom are too darn skinny and have no fat whatsoever to keep them warm. What gets me is Bailey, who is way too tubby, loves sleeping on the heated bed too. Doesn't she have enough fat to keep her warm? Geeze. Of course, they make no room for me. Then again, Bailey takes up most of the darn thing anyways. I'm happy right now with the laundry basket since I can bury myself under the clothes. If that doesn't work, I'll crawl under the covers with the Mom at night.
Monday, January 15, 2007
The Mom and Dad are "closing" on the new house on Friday. Shouldn't it be called an "opening" since they are technically opening the house to us? The Dad is kind of freaking out about the whole thing but the Mom isn't. As she put it, she's teaching five classes this semester and still working at the library. She's so beyond the freaking out part that she has become numb.
We've had a train load of moving people coming in to give us guesstimates for the cost of not only moving us but packing up everything as well. Oh that's going to be fun. The Mom is making sure nobody is allergic 'cause there are some parts of the house that have about 2" of cat fur and dust on them. Heck, it must be bad if both the Mom and the Dad don't want to pack it up and are leaving strangers to do it and pay out an extra $500 for it.
Have I mentioned how much I hate moving?
This is going to be my 8th move with the Mom. Oh geeze. Has it been that many? Damn. I've only been alive 16 years so that means a move every two years. Well, the Mom promised me this is going to be the last one for a very long time. I hope so. I'm tired of having to hunt out good, private hiding spots.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
|My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:|
Baroness Ayla the Expensive of Lower Wombleshire
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title
Expensive is fitting since I demand only the Extra Special Stinky Goodness now. Though if the Mom had her way it would be the Baroness Ayla the Expensive and Grumpy of Lower Wombleshire.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Now you guys know I'm not one for posting links to videos or anything but the Mom found this link and even I had to laugh at it. This guy has the most infectious laugh we've ever heard and it had the Mom almost peeing in her pants 'cause she was laughing so hard herself. It's work safe and no swearing. Really funny. Just make sure you're not drinking anything when you're watching it 'cause it'll come out of your nose.
And ya, the Mom is trying to redesign this site for me. Ever since we switched over to the "new and improved" Blogger--bah--I've been having problems with my old site. However, this new coding is so confusing even to the Mom, who hand codes HTML all the time. She can't figure out how to change things like the background. Oh yes, Blogger put in all these new bells and whistles controls but you can't change the background color. What's with that? Even putting my picture up required some effort, or at least the Mom claims it did. I don't care as long as it looks nice and you guys can bask in all my glory.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Now normally I would say "great...this means more time with the Mom," right? But I know that she really loves her teaching and I hate anything that makes her upset. Also, this means she won't get paid as much which means my Extra Special Stinky Goodness supply may not be replenished. Bah. I told the Mom to bring me to the head of the department's office to give him a good thwapping but she said I couldn't do that. She wants to keep the one class she has left. Bah.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
Since this is a time for resolutions (a stupid human tradition if you ask me, but one that is very popular for some strange reason), I decided to write my own resolutions:
- Demand more Extra Special Stinky Goodness - The Mom sometimes mixes in the regular Stinky Goodness but I want the Extra Special type.
- Thwap the Annoying One more - I don't think I hit my quota for 2006 so I think I should make up for it in 2007
- Get more quality alone time with the Mom - She works too much now so I barely see her. I think I'll have to get off my tush and do some serious thwapping to get the Brats away from the Mom when I want time for her.
- Keep the Brats out of my room in the new house - This, again, will require much thwapping, but it's a good way for me to stay in shape.
- Get my damn bed back - It's MY bed and I'm going to do whatever it takes to get it back.
Oh wait. The Mom is telling me that these aren't "real" resolutions. Supposedly resolutions are ways to improve yourself. Well duh. All the things I listed are ways to improve myself. Just because I'm not being stupid and saying "I will lose 30lbs this year" like you are doesn't mean that I'm not improving myself. Humans should learn from us and how to truly improve their lives. Maybe the world will be a better place.