tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261385632024-03-23T14:03:31.099-04:00The Blog of a Big Man CatMy name is Kismet. I am a very big man cat and I live in Whiskonsin. I live with my Person and I am very happy with her, even though sometimes she does not feed me when I am very hungry (all the time) and then I get mad and I pee on things.
I also live with my orange sister Sophie who annoys me sometimes, and a bunny named Henry, who is a bunman not a man-cat so we do not have much in common.
You can email me at kismetmancat@hotmail.com with questions or comments. I love the innernets!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-82890182413205286512011-08-17T05:49:00.000-04:002011-08-17T06:49:22.170-04:00Whisker Hump Wednesday (In Memory)In the past few days I have been reminded, once again, of all the reasons I so love the Cat Blogosphere. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your condolences, your Kismet memories and your sympathy over the loss of my wonderful big man cat. It has been an extremely difficult and emotional time (and I am sure there it will be that way for awhile), but please please know that your support and your friendship mean everything to me and offer me comfort at a time when very little makes me feel better. And above all, knowing that Kismet is remembered and loved makes it a little bit easier for me.
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<br />In the spirit of Whisker Hump Wednesday (so appropriate!!), I wanted to tell you my side of Kismet's story. I love all of my pets, but Kismet was the first cat who was ever my very own, and I told him often that he was my cat soulmate and the cat love of my life. I really think we were meant to be together.
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<br />I first saw the big man cat in a cage at an adoption event at PetCo in Union Square, New York City. I had just moved to New York and left two cats behind - before I moved to the city, I was living at home in Wisconsin with my dad and two wonderful cats - and was missing them terribly, so I dragged my boyfriend to the pet store so we could at least look at other cats. And there was Kismet, all square-faced and huge man parts, in a cage, paws crossed, looking <i>completely</i> unimpressed. I remember the look he gave me through the bars of that cage, like, "Seriously? This is where they put me?"
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<br />I just loved him instantly. I asked the adoption rep if I could hold him, but he told me that they try not to let people hold the cats unless they are seriously thinking of adopting. My boyfriend and I were subletting a tiny apartment for the summer, a deal that included sitting for the resident cat, so adopting wasn't an option for me at the time. But I decided to start volunteering with the cat rescue organization (KittyKind), so that I could at least put in some face-time with cats while I waited to get a place of my own.
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<br />When I started volunteering, I looked for Kismet every day, but he was gone. I asked a few people what had happened to him but no one seemed to know, so I just assumed he'd been adopted. Then, a few months later, I got an email from a KittyKind rep, asking if anyone remembered a cat named Kismet. He'd been in foster care (the adoption fair situation did not WORK for Kismet; he ended up getting a urinary tract blockage from the stress), but was ready to be adopted. The rep wanted to know if we knew anyone who might want him, as they didn't want to send him back to the adoption fair situation that had stressed him out in the first place.
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<br />I IMMEDIATELY replied and said, I want him! (I remember typing and sending that email super-fast because I was sure there was a long line of people waiting for Kismet, and I wanted to be first.) A few days later I headed to his foster home to do a meet and greet. He was pretty uninterested in me, if I remember correctly, but he was just so HUGE and I knew I wanted him. I took him home shortly thereafter, and thus began our life together.
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<br />It's hard to explain Kismet to people who have never met him. He was the most vocal cat I've ever met. He ALWAYS had something to tell me, something to complain about, something to say, an opinion about EVERYTHING. Coming home at night was always fun because as soon as I put my key in the lock I could hear him run to the door, already mraw-mrawing about everything that had happened to him that day. He was hungry all. the. time. In the early years, he would wake me up by mrawing and then knocking my belongings off various tables, then running to the kitchen when I finally got out of bed. More recently, his favorite thing to do was sit by my face and wake me up by tapping my mouth with his paw. I'd open my eyes and see him sitting there, looking at me intently, like he truly couldn't figure out what was taking so long because GOOD LORD, WOMAN, IT'S BEEN EIGHT HOURS SINCE I ATE AND THAT FRISKIES CAN IS NOT GOING TO OPEN ITSELF.
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<br />He liked new people, but he liked to be introduced to them in a very specific way - he wanted to sniff your hand first, then rub on your legs, and THEN, and ONLY THEN, could you pet him. And, naturally, he would be talking to you the whole time. I think this is why a lot of people in my life thought he wasn't friendly, which wasn't true - he just wanted you to do things his way, and he wanted to talk to you about his feelings ALL THE TIME, and most people didn't get that. I didn't care. Because I got it.
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<br />He humped blankets from the minute I brought him home, and he liked to climb under the covers, but only if you didn't seem like you really WANTED him to.
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<br />He let me touch and play with his paws as much as I wanted to (which was a lot).
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<br />He would sit on the side of the tub when I showered and would guard the door whenever I washed my face and brushed my teeth. He stole food - would steal it right off your plate, no manners at all - and he loved to escape, to explore, to see what was outside and around the corner. He was fearless and he was interested in everything.
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<br />He let me spoon with him. He had the best and most delicious cat smell in the world.
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<br />I don't know the beginning of Kismet's story, and his adoption rep (who I've kept in touch with) doesn't remember exactly either. He thinks someone just left him at the pet store, but that never seemed right to me, so I just decided that he used to roam the streets of New York with a gang of chihuahuas before I met him. I don't know why he picked me, I just know that because he did, I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
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<br />I wish he'd had a big strong heart to match all of his personality. Our original deal was that he had to outlive me, but after he was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy, our new deal was that he just had to let me know when it was time. We made a handful of emergency vet trips where I left him in oxygen overnight and I told him, every time, that it was okay if he wanted to go, that he just had to let me know. I want to think that this - the way he left me, inches from my pillow on a Saturday morning - was just him letting me know. I worry, a lot, that he spent all night struggling to breathe and I just didn't know it. I hope he knows that if I had known, I would have had him in an oxygen tent in minutes. I hope I didn't fail him when he needed me. Most of all, I hope he knows how loved he was, but I don't worry about that one too much. There was no way for him not to know. I told him all the time.
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<br />Thank you all again so, so much for following Kismet's life with me. I don't know what will happen to the blog (I'll leave it up, always, but I don't know if I will update), but I do receive the comment notification emails, so please feel free to check in any time. If you would like to do something to honor his memory, please think about donating in his name to KittyKind. I am forever grateful to them for rescuing my big man cat, and for getting him the expensive urinary tract surgery he needed, and for providing me with the amazing Stephen, our adoption rep, who gave me advice and comfort during every single one of Kismet's medical scares, and now his passing.
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<br />Most of all, please remember Kismet. He was the most special cat I've ever known and the hole he left behind is enormous.
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<br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kate_elizabeth/3849701769/" title="everything is not what it seems by kate_elizabeth, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/3849701769_db090eb16e.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="everything is not what it seems"></a></center>Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com87tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-2627605343915831992011-08-13T11:33:00.004-04:002011-08-13T11:39:15.930-04:00Person postHi cat bloggers,
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<br />My big, wonderful, grumpy, whisker-humped man cat left me this morning in his sleep. He died in bed next to me and, as a final show of defiance, made sure to pee all over the bed right before I woke up.
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<br />I hope wherever he is is a place full of Friskies (more than I gave him, which was NEVER ENOUGH), Cheez-Its, doors to escape through, blankets to hump, furniture to scratch, futons to pee on and persons to mraw at.
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<br />I can never thank you enough for the love and support you have shown Kismet over the years, especially when he was first diagnosed with cardiomyopathy. I'm so thankful that he touched so many lives. I will miss him forever.
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<br /><center><i>Kismet, 2002-2011</center></i>Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com68tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-48622744200306447102011-08-11T10:02:00.004-04:002011-08-11T10:09:09.445-04:00My Person is hogging MackInnernets, I have not been able to blog in forever, because my Person takes Mack the mancat computer with her wherever she goes lately. And she LEFT US ALONE for THREE DAYS while she went to North Karolyna to find us a place to live, and I don't like it when my Person leaves, but I didn't pee on anything while she was gone, and you would think that to reward me for that she would let me blog but NO. And I have a great Man Cat Monday post that I CAN'T EVEN DO NOW because it is not Monday. So to explain to her my UPSETNESS, the night after she got back I spent a lot of time mraw mrawing and walking all over her and sitting on top of her and sitting next to her and patting her mouth with my man paws. Because not only was I mad and HUNGRY (ALWAYS HUNGRY), but lots of things had happened while she was gone and I had to tell her about them and innernets, do you think my Person woke up to listen to me? No. What she did was, she chased me down when I was sitting on top of the refrigerator and mraw mrawing at her (I figured she could hear me better if I was up there, and then when she wasn't listening I maybe pushed some things off the refrigerator with my man paws), and she picked me up and put me on the ground and told me I was being annoying. ANNOYING! I was just trying to TELL HER what had HAPPENED TO ME while I was gone and also, now that you're up, Person, maybe you could give me some more foods, because I know they are around here somewhere and I am hungry, but no, it did not quite work out the way I wanted.
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<br />Anyway, we are moving to North Karolyna in about a week and a half, so you may not hear from me until we get there because I doubt my Person is going to let me use Mack the mancat computer because she is on it all the time trying to figure out things for the move. And honestly, innernets, how hard is it to figure out how to move, you just get in the movable masheen and go, but apparently my Person needs to talk to Mack about it a lot. I am sure, though, that I will have MANY ADVENCHURS to report once we get there, so don't forget about me while I am gone!
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<br />And in case you were wondering my sister Sophie is still doing really good. My Person says she is just hoping we all make it North Karolyna without any drama, and she looked right at me when she said it, and I just looked right back at her because WHAT, PERSON, and also, I would still like more foods.Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-77224569373226464502011-07-28T10:54:00.007-04:002011-07-28T11:28:09.535-04:00On the road againMy Person offishully made friends with new Mr. Jahb, so we are going to be MOVING TO NORTH KAROLYNA!<br /><br />I feel fine about the moving, innernets. Some cats get nervous and are resistant to change, but I am a large and advenchuriss man and I like going to new places, like out in the hallway or Out There or on top of the fridge (there's foods in there you know). It is good that my Person has me to help with the move because I have many talents that come in handy.<br /><br />I can help navigate:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5AJjTX-4dJ8xy5Q7TqZwZlGT7IjqMYZSdUaGCX53QEHyrJsuw2wfOiHyEoKWuYivS0Kqp_fE7xkfFC4Hm252F384ozewuzqnJ6pof3gv3D7qp9qv6W7b97-95usPsv69_FYN/s1600/DSC01162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5AJjTX-4dJ8xy5Q7TqZwZlGT7IjqMYZSdUaGCX53QEHyrJsuw2wfOiHyEoKWuYivS0Kqp_fE7xkfFC4Hm252F384ozewuzqnJ6pof3gv3D7qp9qv6W7b97-95usPsv69_FYN/s320/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634418522686419906" /></a><br /><center><i>I see foods.</i></center><br /><br />I can put together furniture:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3T2N_DYp5yu4HIy9A4ibolDRTxNCqapL3ud-TTcyYnkQOUCrZR4gRBwnVYzWRYix7_FaCyv2FkU1eAWbTiYe8QoW5qQ9kGZKmKPoatLOdpe2-KaUrr1OP74-7BQkW4uSozU4V/s1600/DSC01210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3T2N_DYp5yu4HIy9A4ibolDRTxNCqapL3ud-TTcyYnkQOUCrZR4gRBwnVYzWRYix7_FaCyv2FkU1eAWbTiYe8QoW5qQ9kGZKmKPoatLOdpe2-KaUrr1OP74-7BQkW4uSozU4V/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634421430810520306" /></a><br /><center><i>The furniture is in here. I am pretty sure.</i></center><br /><br />I can clean:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6L_rdqF99DNu7o10y_8Ueb1UeeQlN9Iwty9OFEdVYigGa6O_IlP8zlSOWmqoC5ucxUG0Z8j5xmUqGbS0lyIgkVjTU7nc-NpXRzYc2iQFkq47_FGGOmqkvnsEfaQfujQTR8Nr7/s1600/DSCN3593.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6L_rdqF99DNu7o10y_8Ueb1UeeQlN9Iwty9OFEdVYigGa6O_IlP8zlSOWmqoC5ucxUG0Z8j5xmUqGbS0lyIgkVjTU7nc-NpXRzYc2iQFkq47_FGGOmqkvnsEfaQfujQTR8Nr7/s320/DSCN3593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634424065399241778" /></a><br /><center><i>You missed a spot.</i></center><br /><br />Sophie cannot do much of anything except for freak out when we are in the car and hide under furniture in the new 'partment. Sophie gets drugs when we go on trips, and we ride in the same carrier because she needs me around to feel safe. But SOMETIMES when we are in the movable masheen I have to leave the carrier to go in the front seat and see my Person and make sure that she knows where she is going and also to check around to see if there are any foods or other cats or vishus things hiding up there, because you just never know.<br /><br />North Karolyna will be the fifth place I have lived. I have also lived with my Person in Brooklyn (above the eff trayn), Merruhlind, Virjinya, and now Whiskonsin. We also drove all the way to Californyuh and back, but my Person did not like that trip because I escaped in Noo Mexico and was gone for many hours in the middle of the night, and then when we drove back to Whiskonsin my broked heart did not like the meowntains in Colorado and I had foam come out of my nose and we had to stop at an emergency VETS in Nebraska and I am sad to say that I was too tired to even fight the VETS then, so it is a good thing that we will never live in Nebraska because that VETS probably thinks she can mess with me. Because of all of this my Person is nervous about the trip to North Karolyna. I don't really know what to say about that, innernets, because I am a big dude and sometimes on trips I just gotta do what I gotta do, but this trip is a lot shorter than the one to Californyuh and back so I don't know if there will be enough time to have any big advenchurs. Anyways my point is, I have been a lot of places and so I am a man cat of the world and the lady cats in North Karolyna better hold on to their ladyparts because I am coming soon!!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-20673675256381543242011-07-21T19:23:00.010-04:002011-07-21T19:57:01.883-04:00Thursday Thirteen1. The VETS called my Person and said that all of Sophie's test results came back normal which I guess means that she passed, but I don't think it means she gets to grajooyate from anything, just that she probably doesn't have pankreea-tytus. The VETS said they are still not exactly sure what was wrong with my sister, but that she MIGHT still have pankreea-tytus, or maybe she just had a virus, or maybe her bowels are irritable. I have never talked to Sophie's bowels so I can't tell you if they are cranky, but they sure do stink sometimes. Anyways the VETS said my Person should just keep feeding Sophie her new foods and monitor her poops. I did not offer to help.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2OeijyXGibCbaCXLUxI5annSFd5c6YUvFV5POi8r2Lz-9d3-0AGnF8otb9NfzSVT_SFraR8G1oJKqJEORPYbdnrSGS8XoZRz8ihngVL0KEevBah1fdO7MImpSvCVpEc70PlF/s1600/IMGP9884.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2OeijyXGibCbaCXLUxI5annSFd5c6YUvFV5POi8r2Lz-9d3-0AGnF8otb9NfzSVT_SFraR8G1oJKqJEORPYbdnrSGS8XoZRz8ihngVL0KEevBah1fdO7MImpSvCVpEc70PlF/s320/IMGP9884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631954161957009922" /></a><br /><center><i>Beware of the back end, innernets.</center></i><br /><br />2. Sophie is now eating different foods than me. She likes the new foods okay but not as much as she likes my foods, so she eats them slower. Because of this I eat my foods in the human litterbox room. (It is very undignified to eat in there, but I have to go where my Person puts the foods.) I am a big dude so I eat really fast and then I mraw mraw and paw at the door because I KNOW that Sophie's foods are out there and she hasn't finished them and if you SNOOZE YOU LOSE, KID, LET ME AT THOSE FOODS, but my Person never lets me out to eat them because she does not understand the rules of eating the foods.<br /><br />3. This annoys me but so far I have not peed on anything even once about it.<br /><br />4. But when my Person got back from visiting potenshul new friend Jahb, I did try to pee in her suitcase. Twice. But she caught me. Twice. She still has not unpacked the suitcase, but to keep me from peeing in it she just makes sure to keep it closed.<br /><br />5. So now I sleep on it instead. HAHA PERSON!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwAizaTUV6WpfKc5rZtj86M2srggv73Vw4EUd9wxlweFaQaSj5h6SfM4UA9ufZ7_atGKnrYB_NloRIf01xGLhvSSHAXwj5cTiXoL9IZE5RarWvk0722wXr9_CvdBepEvkkBzn/s1600/IMGP9944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwAizaTUV6WpfKc5rZtj86M2srggv73Vw4EUd9wxlweFaQaSj5h6SfM4UA9ufZ7_atGKnrYB_NloRIf01xGLhvSSHAXwj5cTiXoL9IZE5RarWvk0722wXr9_CvdBepEvkkBzn/s320/IMGP9944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631952204190409410" /></a><br /><br />6. My Person is talking to someone else who knows potenshul friend Jahb tomorrow morning and she said she hopes that Jahb will decide if he wants to be friends with her soon after that. I hope he decides soon and that he decides yes, because the friend Jahb my Person hangs out with now takes up way too much of her time.<br /><br />7. By the time she gets home I have so much stuff to tell her that I just follow her around and mraw mraw for hours and it takes away from the other manly stuff that I need to be doing, like cleaning my whisker humps and prowling for hidden foods and watching the cat TV and ignoring that rabbit that lives here. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjqudiJWBN2H5K4gaBMfzWGOLQxBDVFXnZXT6-vFbF_Qpid_Ici8torGZAeg1pOS_V95NyqQbMytbQfOmmccE-QYxsnK0r9tYdQto9_ULxQpqwYfzdXRT4eGb5P9K29kKqHkT/s1600/IMGP9875bw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjqudiJWBN2H5K4gaBMfzWGOLQxBDVFXnZXT6-vFbF_Qpid_Ici8torGZAeg1pOS_V95NyqQbMytbQfOmmccE-QYxsnK0r9tYdQto9_ULxQpqwYfzdXRT4eGb5P9K29kKqHkT/s320/IMGP9875bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631953056414229410" /></a><br /><center><i>He doesn't help with the patrols or ANYTHING.</center></i><br /><br />8. When we lived in Virjinya my Person's friend Jahb only took SOME of her time and I only had to mraw mraw at her about stuff for a little while before she was all caught up. It was a much better balance and my life was not quite so HARD then.<br /><br />9. <a href="http://kattoniccats.blogspot.com/">Sadie</a> was wondering if I still wear shirts. (How YOU doin', Sadie?) All of my mancat shirts are in a place called Storij. Most of my Person's stuff is there since we had to move back to Whiskonsin so suddenly. HOPEFULLY if potenshul new friend Jahb decides he wants to be friends with my Person, she can go to Storij and get her stuff (and MY shirts). But for now, I am nude all the time. Drink it in, laydeez.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuOjI_iip8Szeea0nEgYy9_GNwSBTb_-MMLCJhdRiDQ58CH0mFDL0qcg4zUMvDXCbHRloORX67vazYM4pre8tXx6ONxSZnfaBAlpmtgiUa1gJtOpAalyaQqhfNogi4jHSwFULo/s1600/R1-01771-0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuOjI_iip8Szeea0nEgYy9_GNwSBTb_-MMLCJhdRiDQ58CH0mFDL0qcg4zUMvDXCbHRloORX67vazYM4pre8tXx6ONxSZnfaBAlpmtgiUa1gJtOpAalyaQqhfNogi4jHSwFULo/s320/R1-01771-0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631954884019580338" /></a><br /><br />10. Right now the partment we are living in is in a big huge building of lots of partments so I have not had a chance to run Out There. But sometimes when my Person comes in the partment I TAKE OFF into the hallway! It is a very long hallway and I just trot down it, mraw mrawing the whole time so that any persons I pass know who I am and that I am a big dude who lives by them, just in case they didn't know. I never get too far before my Person comes out and scoops me up and says, "Where do you think you are going?" And I am all, "Down the hall, Person," which I think is pretty obvious, innernets, espeshully since she SAW ME GOING DOWN THERE, but my Person does not understand these things.<br /><br />11. I have not gone into the hallway lately because the HOTS are here. I hate the HOTS. My Person has kept it nice and cool in the partment for us, so I am not going into that hallway no way no how, except if my Person left the door open I would HAVE TO even though the HOTS are out there, just because exploring is a manly thing to do so I would have no choice.<br /><br />12. Obveeissly, those types of responsibilities come with being a man cat. It is hard to be me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-2m9Unww9XgJ_i8jYWU91LljKFkMZ5N5vQz3zY7wxAPbvOrQ2FB4cffTQA08l8t3BP0DupOVnC8dg98ahl86zj8EsMo0XexReoL7OVgwDapAs-cBqdNBNj6P-X4YVYvz0rDo/s1600/IMGP8349.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-2m9Unww9XgJ_i8jYWU91LljKFkMZ5N5vQz3zY7wxAPbvOrQ2FB4cffTQA08l8t3BP0DupOVnC8dg98ahl86zj8EsMo0XexReoL7OVgwDapAs-cBqdNBNj6P-X4YVYvz0rDo/s320/IMGP8349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631955783325397442" /></a><br /><center><i>Thinking about my hardships.</center></i><br /><br />13. I am glad that so many of my friends are still blogging and that so many people still remember me (not that I REALLY thought you would forget me, but who knows?). It is good to be back, innernets!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-89516338847898806652011-07-18T10:33:00.006-04:002011-07-18T11:28:02.014-04:00Man Cat MondayBut first a little update on my sister. After staying at the VETS while my Person was gone meeting potenshul new friend Jahb, Sophie is back home and doing fine. She is still not 100 percent herself, but she is a LOT more herself than she was last week, which means I have hissed and growled at her some because she has started bugging me again. My Person considers this a good sign, but I think it is mostly just annoying. We are both eating the foods and pooping. The VETS is sending Sophie's test out today and we may not get her scores until next week which is like A YEAR, so for now we are just hanging out and waiting. But for now things are good!<br /><br />My Person said she liked potenshul new friend Jahb, but she has to talk to some more people who know him. But the other people who know him that she already talked to said that things look good and we should hear about that by the end of this week.<br /><br />ANYWAY, ON TO THE IMPORTANT STUFF, NAMELY ME.<br /><br />If you are new to my blog you may not know this, but I am the original man cat and I invented Man Cat Monday. I thought it would be a good way for man cats around the innernets to be manly, and also to get pointers from me on how to be a big man cat. So if you are participating in Man Cat Monday today, leave me a comment and let me know so I can come check you out.<br /><br />Here is me for Man Cat Monday:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1XZf9YYbY8RW_vF3ZXkq_5GMKHP45HgT2AUHwLM9LIoL4g5-vHi33JqfjByZ2vwxAHyVg0DeHWP7hl1P0Vq5b_0TKZFL_xYxRR49gMEAO8crO6iCRJ77WoK3Ntyn5s1cAyKt/s1600/IMGP9848ip.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1XZf9YYbY8RW_vF3ZXkq_5GMKHP45HgT2AUHwLM9LIoL4g5-vHi33JqfjByZ2vwxAHyVg0DeHWP7hl1P0Vq5b_0TKZFL_xYxRR49gMEAO8crO6iCRJ77WoK3Ntyn5s1cAyKt/s320/IMGP9848ip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630710904766153058" /></a><br /><center> Watching the cat TV. Note how I totally ignore my Person and the camera. That is because I am too busy watching the cat TV to pay any attention to her. This is very manly. </center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMiwPEhHPlWXW9oAUZKJrEGHuy2nTTcBXC28UWr9QLUzCQllkmllJth81HpjjVC8-qCffnyBkZtpEleu-Ax5Ec9nFytW5O9C2qOXbWPMklFHzOf37AExVKnxJ8hJGD2qWPRTk/s1600/R1-01771-0032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMiwPEhHPlWXW9oAUZKJrEGHuy2nTTcBXC28UWr9QLUzCQllkmllJth81HpjjVC8-qCffnyBkZtpEleu-Ax5Ec9nFytW5O9C2qOXbWPMklFHzOf37AExVKnxJ8hJGD2qWPRTk/s320/R1-01771-0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630713748884040370" /></a><br /><center> Exploring the 'partment. I always look around for foods or other cats or vishus things that could get me or my Person. This is obviously very manly.</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOb97XgV-Gxf3DkaSjjq8OlhQ6K3ohw-se0RvgEs3SakH0ieATeKOYzI2srSIyAdEFeIVrOYPj1lFGjTLcOKsrdfoeeyU3uYhw165kNkNrUrr0YDc6ABW-VVj-0FIcOwktpe_/s1600/R1-01771-0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOb97XgV-Gxf3DkaSjjq8OlhQ6K3ohw-se0RvgEs3SakH0ieATeKOYzI2srSIyAdEFeIVrOYPj1lFGjTLcOKsrdfoeeyU3uYhw165kNkNrUrr0YDc6ABW-VVj-0FIcOwktpe_/s320/R1-01771-0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630712752822578514" /></a><br /><center> Showing off my ear hair and my whisker humps. Both manly. </center><br /><br />Happy man cat Monday, innernets! I hope your day is manly. Let me know if you are participating!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-79970839180681158932011-07-14T08:04:00.004-04:002011-07-14T08:10:34.716-04:00My bachelor weekendMy Person is leaving today to meet her potenshul new friend Jahb, and she is taking Mac the mancat computer with her, so I won't be able to blog while she is gone (did she ask me if this was okay? No. No she did not). Sophie is going to the VETS while my Person is gone and Henry, the rabbit we live with, is at bunny camp, so I have the whole 'partment to myself. I can't decide what I will do. Maybe open a cigar bar or have some ladies over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5gb6gPZRylKTGz2Z4u9RNa6tDhdZH488NeTMvKzMF6-liS564EGX1BfDcpopiK6uoRemwQwWIt958u25tFDOYoWafeQjlUE0W87ZGhFZnWEkaflTqCd9_7kbUVlqRfepzL9s/s1600/R1-05143-010A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5gb6gPZRylKTGz2Z4u9RNa6tDhdZH488NeTMvKzMF6-liS564EGX1BfDcpopiK6uoRemwQwWIt958u25tFDOYoWafeQjlUE0W87ZGhFZnWEkaflTqCd9_7kbUVlqRfepzL9s/s320/R1-05143-010A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629178498724014706" /></a><br /><center><i>Decisions are exhausting.</center></i><br /><br />Anyway, I wanted to let all of you know that my sister ate all of her foods while she was home AND she pooped! She did not each much breakfast yesterday, but my Person figured out a little later that it's because Sophie does NOT like cold foods. (I tried to explain that FOODS IS FOODS, KID, but she did not care.)<br /><br />While she is at the VETS they will give her a lot of digestive tests, and just between you and me, innernets, I don't know how that's going to go, because I don't know how smart Sophie's digestives are. One of those tests is supposed to tell us if she has pancreeya-tytus, so we should know by the time my Person gets back! So if you could keep the purrs coming that would be great.<br /><br />Let me know if anyone wants to come over while my Person is gone. I have two litterboxes all to myself and a big bed to sleep on and a whole WALL of cat TVs! Otherwise I will talk to you in a few days, innernets!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-2645820072888650412011-07-13T11:02:00.008-04:002011-07-13T12:03:55.020-04:00My sister is home!Honestly innernets, my sister coming home was not a very huge deal. We did not have a big EMOSHUNAL reunion. My Person brought her in in the carrier and opened the door, and Sophie came RUNNING out! She did some laps around the room because she was so excited to be home, and then she settled on the bed and gave herself a long bath which was good because you have to get that VETS stink off of you as soon as you can. And then she slept for awhile! And then we had dinner, and my sister ate all of her foods, and both of us made sure to eat really slowly to really freak out my Person. And then we went to bed. The whole thing was no big deal, but you could tell my Person was real happy and thought it was a real big deal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xEjzHTLvACvcUC3ZPsFyDvJ6V_54o2LnGqFgb3F0TEPTPb4mjqlsZP-e4AKi4Urjzpy3g_peE_-W2rksovjhdzCxRQUcPX0J6yh22aJb2FiAV44CcJWdCft2pU1UviQtJ2K3/s1600/IMGP9880.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xEjzHTLvACvcUC3ZPsFyDvJ6V_54o2LnGqFgb3F0TEPTPb4mjqlsZP-e4AKi4Urjzpy3g_peE_-W2rksovjhdzCxRQUcPX0J6yh22aJb2FiAV44CcJWdCft2pU1UviQtJ2K3/s320/IMGP9880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628856117913037426" /></a><br /><center><i>Sophie on her pillow.</center></i><br /><br />This morning, though, my sister did not eat hardly any foods for breakfast. So my Person is worried again. She called the VETS and the VETS said that she wasn't concerned yet, because my sister got fed a lot of foods yesterday and might still just be adjusting to being at home. My Person has some medicine that makes cats hungry, and the VETS said to give Sophie some of that tonight and see if she will eat then, so that is the plan. My sister is going back to the VETS tomorrow anyway when my Person goes to meet her maybe-new-friend Jahb in another city, so either way the VETS will probably figure out what is going on and hopefully fix it. PLEASE keep purring that my sister keeps eating on her own! And also pooping, she hasn't pooped since she's been here. At least I don't think so. I don't really follow her around to check her litterboxing, innernets. I have other stuff to do.<br /><br />Also, I clearly have not taught my sister very well how to deal with the VETS, because her VETS report card said this on it:<br /><br />"Sophie has been a great patient. This morning she was very animated - rubbing, rolling and generally being very engaging which is probably normal behavior for Sophie when she is feeling well."<br /><br />SIGH. You are not supposed to spend time making friends with the VETS, what you are SUPPOSED to do is ATTACK FIRST, ASK QUESTIONS LATER. You should HEAR the noises I make at the VETS, innernets. A few months ago my Person took me in there because I was peeing on the rug (haHA!) and by the time I was done with them, the VETS knew not to mess with the big man cat. First I made this face:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitB1hBf55Hsl2yb6le2LQCq07TwjiyCnbFjsKDM7vhryp-PEaOaOhus-eyuXnEJIBiiozeKiU-fEp5_gCvD1FO2jaPOn4ljwb1Fx85wofDA-YtgA8s4sAMWSVahSqyr_0DIB1i/s1600/IMGP8599b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitB1hBf55Hsl2yb6le2LQCq07TwjiyCnbFjsKDM7vhryp-PEaOaOhus-eyuXnEJIBiiozeKiU-fEp5_gCvD1FO2jaPOn4ljwb1Fx85wofDA-YtgA8s4sAMWSVahSqyr_0DIB1i/s320/IMGP8599b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628860906729487746" /></a><br /><br />Then they took me into another room to try to pull out some of my pees with a needle. And my Person said later that even through THREE SETS of closed doors, she could hear me yelling at them. Eventually the VETS told my Person they were going to have to sedate me in order to get the pees. HAHA! At that same visit my Person saw that in my file it said, "Be careful - this patient is AGGRESSIVE!!!" And my Person said that when she and Sophie left the VETS yesterday, the VETS said, "Your cats are so sweet!....Well, Sophie, anyway." VICTORY. My Person always tells them, "I'm sorry, I wish you could meet him at home! He is a nice cat!" I wish she would cut that out because I don't want those VETS coming over here, no way no how.<br /><br />Keep the purrs coming, innernets! We do NOT want Sophie to have to have more expensive testing or an operayshun. We just want her to get well, NOW!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-6479153918500564112011-07-12T12:52:00.004-04:002011-07-12T13:07:26.385-04:00MY SISTER POOPED!Innernets, I never thought a post about Sophie pooping would ever be a good thing EVER, but my Person and I are VERY excited to tell you that last night at the VETS, my sister Sophie both ATE FOODS ON HER OWN and POOPED!!!!!<br /><br />I also just want to tell you that I myself eat the foods on my own and poop every day, but you don't see anyone getting very excited about it. Whatever. I'm just meowin'.<br /><br />The VETS said they are still not exactly sure what is wrong with my sister. About a month ago, she had a similar blowing chunks-and-not-eating episode, but it was just one night and my Person just figured that all cats blow chunks sometimes, no big deal. But the VETS thinks now that maybe Sophie has pankreea-tytus. Apparently all of us cats have this thing called a pankreeyus. My Person says that the pankreeyus has something to do with making sure that we have enough sugars in our blood. Probably this means that my pankreeyus does not work because I AM ALWAYS VERY HUNGRY and none of my fluids are tasting very sweet. I guess in cats the pankreeyus also has something to do with the way we process our FOODS and also how we poop, so it would make sense that Sophie's pankreeyus does not work because her poops are always very stinky. Anyways, my Person does not know a whole lot about pankreea-tytus, but from what we have found on the innernets it looks like Sophie would just have to eat better foods to manage it. The VETS need to do a special test to see if Sophie's pankreeyus is broked, and if it is then we figure things out from there. If it's not then we still don't know what's wrong with her and they may still need to do some sort of operayshun or more tests.<br /><br />But we are not thinking too much about that because we are just VERY relieved that my sister is eating foods and pooping! She is going to come home tonight just to see how she does. My Person is already annoying me by being a nervous wreck about it, and I am a LITTLE bummed because I have gotten a LOT of extra foods while Sophie is gone. But it is also KINDA boring without her here so I'm mostly okay with her coming back.<br /><br />My Person is also going out of town at the end of this week to go visit a possible new friend Jahb in a new town. This Jahb is better than her friend Jahb who lives here, because the new Jahb would have more time for my Person and would give her more moneys and also take care of her if she got sick. I hate when my Person goes out of town (I usually express my rage by blowing chunks a lot, all over the place, and maybe peeing on some things if I feel like it), but I am glad she is going to try to make a new friend Jahb. But she doesn't want to leave Sophie alone while she is gone, so Sophie will be staying at the VETS for two extra nights this week, and they will do the pankreeya-tytus test then.<br /><br />BASICALLY INNERNETS, we still do not REALLY know what is going on with my sister's insides, but she seems to be doing a LOT better. My Person also wants me to tell you that because of your donayshuns, we are able to pay for ALL of Sophie's vet bills this week! We will let you know how it goes when she gets home and we will post some pictures too!! PLEASE keep purring and keeping your paws crossed that she does not need any sort of operayshun!! I am so glad that I have such great friends on the innernets, even if it makes my Person cry when you guys are nice to me, and then she follows me around and tries to make me cuddle with her, and that is fine sometimes, but I have THINGS to do other times, you know? Mostly I'm just like, chill out, Person, of course they are nice to me, they are my friends. There are just SO MANY THINGS she does not understand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYlN46699lg57e9YeZrUkx9PLdWQQO5NDIfBOLi972MybfYfMVhhscEnTqxZ18qPrFYr_Yi2dBDs_OwXMp-01q6oSQmLHgf4xF6tPYb1MaO1CV0q2IBnIPxC_86PdfPNhQZkP/s1600/R1-02110-0024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYlN46699lg57e9YeZrUkx9PLdWQQO5NDIfBOLi972MybfYfMVhhscEnTqxZ18qPrFYr_Yi2dBDs_OwXMp-01q6oSQmLHgf4xF6tPYb1MaO1CV0q2IBnIPxC_86PdfPNhQZkP/s320/R1-02110-0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628513301867635090" /></a><br /><center><i>Can't even nap in peace.</center></i>Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-49925313319077899152011-07-11T19:28:00.003-04:002011-07-11T19:34:13.423-04:00Sophie update, part 2We just heard from the VETS and my sister Sophie has not vommed ALL DAY LONG!<br /><br />The VETS said they have forcefed her three times and are going to feed her once more before they leave for the night. She said Sophie has not thrown ANYTHING up, which is good news because, innernets, when Sophie was home this weekend, she spent a LOT of time blowing chunks. I am a dude who enjoys blowing chunks, so you must know that if I think she was overdoing it, she definitely was. And I am a neat chunk-blower; it's all in one spot. Sophie is not used to blowing chunks so it was just EVERYWHERE. I will spare you any more details. So far, Sophie has kept foods down for 8.5 hours!!<br /><br />The VETS said they are still not sure what is wrong with Sophie but that she seems to be moving in the right direction and now what we really want is for her to poop. I think maybe if they knew how stinky Sophie's poops were they would not want that so much, but that is just my opinion.<br /><br />We are definitely still not out of the woods and Sophie is NOT back to normal. She will stay at the VETS another night getting more water in an IV, and they will feed her more tomorrow. My Person has decided not to go visit her because we do not want to get her excited and then have her be sad when my Person leaves again. I always really liked it when my Person visited me at the VETS when my heart first broked, but then I have a LOT OF RAGE when I am at the VETS so having my Person there was good because it made me remember that I do not really hate all persons, JUST VETS. But Sophie is very different than me and since she seems to be doing okay, we do not want to risk messing that up.<br /><br />PLEASE keep purring for my sister! There is still a chance she could need surgery and we DON'T WANT THAT, so keep the purrs coming!!!!!<br /><br />KISMET OUT. Also VETS if you are reading this, feel free to send any foods that my sister does not eat my way and I will take care of them for you. But don't come near me when you deliver the foods because I hate you.Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-26458481282363315872011-07-11T10:03:00.003-04:002011-07-11T11:09:43.458-04:00Sophie updateMy sister Sophie spent all last night at the VETS getting water in an IV. I don't know what that means, but it sounds dumb because you can just drink water if you are thirsty. The VETS called my Person this morning and said Sophie did well overnight but is still not eating any foods (also dumb, give me the foods), so they are going to force-feed her and if she can't keep any food down still they are recommending something called a bare-e-um X-ray. I guess they feed Sophie some bare-e-um and then take a bunch of X-rays to see how it looks inside her insides, and that will tell them if there is something stuck in there. And if it shows that, they will probably recommend surgery.<br /><br />My Person is driving me nuts, basically. She is panicky and stressed and a wreck, because all of this stuff is apparently going to cost around 2,000 moneys, which we just don't have. So she is not sure what to do.<br /><br />Some persons have donated moneys and we want to say THANK YOU so much and that it helps, and that we appreciate it more than we can say. My Person also wants me to say that we are not posting about this so any of you will feel bad and give us moneys. The moneys are wonderful and they help us a lot, but I am just here blogging because that's what my blog is for, and my Person is hovering because she knows that all of you will understand how she is feeling.<br /><br />I will keep you posted when we hear from the VETS again. (I hate the VETS.)Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-81299978035729586722011-07-10T15:10:00.002-04:002011-07-10T15:17:28.882-04:00my sister SophieI know I have been very bad at blogging, but I am blogging today to let everyone know that my sister Sophie is very sick. She has been in and out of the VETS for the past few days and it seems that she might have an intestinuhl blockage, which I guess means that she ate something she should not have eaten and it is stuck in her insides.<br /><br />She is going back to the VETS today and my Person does not know what will happen. We are living in Whiskonsin right now, because my Person left her friend Jahb in Virjinya to move with us to Californyuh to live with this man person that we all liked, but we were not in Californyuh very long before that man person decided he didn't want us living there, so we had to come all the way back to Whiskonsin, where my Person is from. My Person has a new friend Jahb here, but she is only friends with him on a free-lanse basis so we do not have hardly any moneys. And in addishun to Sophie being sick and at the VETS a lot this week, I had to spend a night camping in the oxyjin tent this week on account of my broked heart. The VETS told my Person that Sophie will probably need a lot more X-rays and maybe an operayshun if there is something stuck in her insides, and we are just not sure what will happen.<br /><br />My Person is very, very, very, very sad and feels like a failure because she does not have moneys to do whatever is necessary to help Sophie. So if you could purr for all of us, I would really appreciate it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ghaESlF45a7x_2YM8CVa34_VuK43SbeeART4Zi8dXc1mpwYAEdq68m03WFxeanRBtijllnLbwYTqjQSxfaOtbrDZNkz3SSYxOPbZalYCl7QgiDkJsqXQqZjKAtMsPzRoLavz/s1600/R1-01771-0000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ghaESlF45a7x_2YM8CVa34_VuK43SbeeART4Zi8dXc1mpwYAEdq68m03WFxeanRBtijllnLbwYTqjQSxfaOtbrDZNkz3SSYxOPbZalYCl7QgiDkJsqXQqZjKAtMsPzRoLavz/s320/R1-01771-0000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627804761334577458" /></a><br /><br />My sister bugs me sometimes a lot, but she is a very good cat.Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-54672418785484610642011-05-19T10:48:00.004-04:002011-05-19T11:35:57.478-04:00Remember me?Hello innernets!<br /><br />It's me, Kismet Man Cat. I would tell you more stuff about me in case you have forgotten me but let's be honest, who could forget me?! I mean have you seen my whisker humps??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJbp56J8LmVFTS-XJMY56C06y86buEpq5jlEtszQ-GFxc2UrALC6ovdDb6UhhApCdDSfrddawcmPDPSA4qUFl1BN0uXnCn0J_TO4ld3O8EycxiC0OfJFtAxKiYBek1OJvEqjt/s1600/IMGP6029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJbp56J8LmVFTS-XJMY56C06y86buEpq5jlEtszQ-GFxc2UrALC6ovdDb6UhhApCdDSfrddawcmPDPSA4qUFl1BN0uXnCn0J_TO4ld3O8EycxiC0OfJFtAxKiYBek1OJvEqjt/s320/IMGP6029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608440455647030482" /></a><br /><br />Anyway, I have decided to come out of blogging retirement because I have been having many advenchurs and I think other cats and persons will really want to hear about them. It is going to take me a while to get everything changed here and to update my list of friends, on account of I am just a really busy dude, but if you have stuck around during my retirement please leave a comment to I can add you to my list and come visit you! I also want you to know that even during my hyaytiss, I still read all the blogs of my most best friends, like the Meezers and Skeezix, and Sophie reads Daisy the Curly Cat every single day because she REALLY loves her. So I have been AROUND, I just saved all my comments about my blogging friends for my Person. I saved them mostly for when she was sleeping, so I could wake her up and let her know what I was thinking and also that I was hungry so maybe she could give me some more foods? This never worked, but don't worry, innernets, I plan to keep trying anyway. See, there is just so much to blog about!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-68999091297502081372011-05-14T13:22:00.006-04:002011-05-14T21:06:42.421-04:00Stay tuned....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKZX_0dYk1Ju8fhzVUIx4Chp6hSdUZlkE55Q6F5iAJ0Fq1YoExE6fyx7rHTirfXQE_sppEN2J-Fk9gGNKViK1qA1F5ghcjuOnTJ2eIO8Nv92lzxqA82H9mClp1T_XCB8Utpww/s1600/IMGP8607b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKZX_0dYk1Ju8fhzVUIx4Chp6hSdUZlkE55Q6F5iAJ0Fq1YoExE6fyx7rHTirfXQE_sppEN2J-Fk9gGNKViK1qA1F5ghcjuOnTJ2eIO8Nv92lzxqA82H9mClp1T_XCB8Utpww/s320/IMGP8607b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606739232599642482" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiUvdELnA_G34cRqIjEeqHRwohYLtVfbV74usHEW8Hk6ahl58IsbWgThizENrmBfGb9llEc8_OHg06tlGqLYLut55qUwk9hRnvkt3sJGRnTNqxRYZ-LmAPq_FDB-GcAVJiUTSq/s1600/IMGP8599b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiUvdELnA_G34cRqIjEeqHRwohYLtVfbV74usHEW8Hk6ahl58IsbWgThizENrmBfGb9llEc8_OHg06tlGqLYLut55qUwk9hRnvkt3sJGRnTNqxRYZ-LmAPq_FDB-GcAVJiUTSq/s320/IMGP8599b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606739229348857682" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivqwxnBw-TxDZMhWKC8gprojJxrk99BW_9QALX2CQsPBA7r_T1fCKeL8SQVxOcJQbNJcXaXZ3T5U-1pmNWJkzOwd8D5jD5eX1HNO9jL2EIADY1YGKxyxosn1LLLKVZZuazCSe/s1600/IMGP9005b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivqwxnBw-TxDZMhWKC8gprojJxrk99BW_9QALX2CQsPBA7r_T1fCKeL8SQVxOcJQbNJcXaXZ3T5U-1pmNWJkzOwd8D5jD5eX1HNO9jL2EIADY1YGKxyxosn1LLLKVZZuazCSe/s320/IMGP9005b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606628621781983202" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXf7OOZnYTTG22mGEn1quIjo__UBeuPrDheSpk295YxwpfqN2Cdk5O36LW4VCOaNGrSke7AA_aSLHEwpB7NdMsOSsuqMaW5RW0dVhgX77AJp1ivIHXvyTF8jd1AXuU4EDaFkL/s1600/R1-01771-0029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXf7OOZnYTTG22mGEn1quIjo__UBeuPrDheSpk295YxwpfqN2Cdk5O36LW4VCOaNGrSke7AA_aSLHEwpB7NdMsOSsuqMaW5RW0dVhgX77AJp1ivIHXvyTF8jd1AXuU4EDaFkL/s320/R1-01771-0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606624406794643794" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5WeVDI3hL0OjwxV2Q6PX-BOjv8BrXhpC6en2t_rorEFTvkVkl6Vp8YryFUv3uECxRmsXYTub99QzuyPUR61f9U3I7CCZsc-bA8Y7S-FGlS_hGmtR-k89EKoWWSzBN2Tnx3aC/s1600/funny-pictures-soon1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5WeVDI3hL0OjwxV2Q6PX-BOjv8BrXhpC6en2t_rorEFTvkVkl6Vp8YryFUv3uECxRmsXYTub99QzuyPUR61f9U3I7CCZsc-bA8Y7S-FGlS_hGmtR-k89EKoWWSzBN2Tnx3aC/s320/funny-pictures-soon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606742938608767538" /></a>Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-49073125171520317662010-03-11T18:17:00.004-05:002010-03-11T18:24:43.900-05:00update!SUP INNERNETS!!! I am sorry it has been so long since I have posted. I know some of you have been worried about me but DO NOT WORRY, innernets friends, I am doing fine! I am still ginormous and me and my man paws and my very large whisker humps are doing well!<br /><br />I have been on my Enalapril and my Lasix for almost two months now and I am back to acting like my normal man cat self. I love my FOODS, and Sophie BUGS ME sometimes, and I like to sit on the side of the persons water box and mraw mraw mraw, and I knock things off the dresser at night and I hump my Person and I am VERY dignified. If you didn't know my heart was broked, you would think I am just a big dude going about his big dude life. Except for the parts of me that they undignifiedly shaved. Those are still growing back.<br /><br />I am sorry that I have not been very good at updating and that I made some of you worried! I promise to try to be better because there are still many THINGS I feel the world should know about, like how Sophie is afraid of string cheese (HELLO IT IS CHEESE) and how I just ate some Cheez-Its today, and how there's a bunny that lives with us now and he is weird. Whatever.<br /><br />My Person also asked me to beg your forgiveness because she is still working on thank-yous for everyone who donated us the dollaz. I don't really beg on account of I'm a big dude but she is sorry.<br /><br />To prove to you that I am still me, here is a pikshur! I am not one to brag but I am still pretty handsome, even with a broked heart.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrMX_Yvky2D-YYx_y4tNkfhmRMElI_abLV5As2mmtEkAdSaBZbb7YCdXjjTDO7nA-ICMXJ8Pili-wDYRXJTxzpqybHzn9Blx0aKPBr-QUDI2xWx4Jyc-cEq9Xh2YYsPuiX-vM/s1600-h/IMGP4373.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrMX_Yvky2D-YYx_y4tNkfhmRMElI_abLV5As2mmtEkAdSaBZbb7YCdXjjTDO7nA-ICMXJ8Pili-wDYRXJTxzpqybHzn9Blx0aKPBr-QUDI2xWx4Jyc-cEq9Xh2YYsPuiX-vM/s320/IMGP4373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447520782758921714" /></a><br /><br />Also, innernets, I really want to thank you again for all the purrs you sent my way when I was not feeling so good and was spending lots of time camping in oxyjin tents. They made me feel better but they REALLY made my Person feel like she was not so alone. It is normally my job to do that, and you really stepped in when I couldn't do it for her. So thank you again. You guys are awesome, and not just cuz you respect the whisker humps, if you know what I mean.Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-15511838517043179962010-02-03T14:52:00.002-05:002010-02-03T15:02:38.494-05:00The verdictI JUST got back from my check-up at the VETS. My Person came home in the middle of the day and I WAS excited, because I like my Person, on account of she gives me the foods, but she just came in and gave me and Sophie a treat (which, don't get me started, why does SOPHIE get a treat, did SHE have to go to the VETS, I DON'T THINK SO) and scooped me up and put me in the prison box. But I have to tell you, innernets, that even though I pretty much figured I was going to the VETS, because these days I am <i>always</i> going to the VETS, I didn't really mind the prison box so much, because I like riding in the car.<br /><br />Don't worry, though, because as soon as we got to the VETS I started growling and mrawing and hissing and just generally letting everyone there know that yes, I am a big dude, and you shouldn't mess with me. They took me into the examinayshun room and my Person opened the prison box, and then all sorts of VETS people started coming in because they wanted to see me and how I was doing. I don't know how they knew me, though. I mean, I spent a lot of time at the VETS recently, but those people see a lot of cats, so I figure they must know me from my fame on the innernets and from my fame from just being a big dude. Anyway, they all said I was handsome and didn't try to touch me, so I didn't mind that too much, especially since they were all lady persons, which are my favorite kind, if you know what I mean.<br /><br />Anyway, they weighed me, and I have gained back a whole pound, which made my Person happy because for awhile there I was not very interested in my foods (I KNOW, RIGHT?) and I lost about two pounds. Don't worry, though, innernets, even when I was down two pounds, I was still really big, and you can't lose weight in your whisker humps or your paws so it never really showed.<br /><br />Then the VETS came in and he just blabbed and blabbed to my Person about this medicine and that medicine. I didn't really listen because I was very busy being on the floor and sniffing everything out. I did let that VETS pet me once though because he did kinda save my life that one time (okay, a few times). But I only let him pet me ONCE because I don't want him getting the wrong idea. And when he tried to listen to my heart and my lungs I made sure to growl REAL loud so he couldn't hear anything. HAHA!<br /><br />Since I wasn't really LISTENING, I can't tell you everything he said, but I can tell you that he said I look great and seem to be doing great, and he is real excited that I gained some weight, and that since last week I have been on some heart medicines (something called Enalapril and something called Lasix, and I take them every morning, and let me tell you that I don't even MIND, because those medicines come inside a chicken envelope, and I like me some CHICKEN!) and they are really agreeing with me, unlike the medicine I tried that one time (Altenolol) that most definitely disagreed with me, because after I took it I had to spend more time in the oxyjin tent. I like camping as much as the next dude, but I didn't like that tent so much. I would much rather build a blanket fort and hang out with my Person.<br /><br />Also, my Person is real bad at things, and wants everyone to know that she still has to get around to thanking everyone in the mail for helping us with my VETS bills. I tried to yowl at her and I humped her leg a little to remind her but she's a person, you know, and it was hard enough for me to train her to turn the faucet on when I'm thirsty and to give me my foods when I want it so I'm not sure how much else I can do. I think the point is that she will do it very very soon, and that she thinks about all of my friends every day, and then she gets all sappy and tries to hug me and sometimes I just have STUFF TO DO, PERSON, AND I CAN'T JUST BE HUGGING ALL DAY LONG.<br /><br />Anyways, I hope that now my blog can just be about me and my man cat-ness and not so much with the VETS because the VETS is boring. I am the main attraction!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-69170524705255515882010-01-24T17:38:00.006-05:002010-01-24T17:50:57.611-05:00The story of my heartsoundsHello, innernets! I am sober now (it took awhile) and so I can tell you the full story of my ultrasound!<br /><br />To begin with, the ultrasounds place is very far away from where we live in Virjinya. So we had to ride in the car for a LONG time. One of the persons my Person knows took us in her car and my Person let me sit on her lap the whole time instead of in my prison box. Before we left I inspected the car very thoroughly to make sure there were no foods or other cats or anything vishus hiding in it because you just never know. Unforchunitly, I did not find any foods, but I did walk around on the dashboard for awhile. And while we were driving, I made sure to stand up on my Person's lap and put my very big paws on the windowsill and look outside. I saw some cows (beef!) and I made eyes at lots of other persons in cars but let me tell you, innernets, persons driving in cars are not very ATTENTIVE because none of them seemed to notice me. I can only assume that the car we were in had one-way glass because I don't think there is much of a chance that you could drive by me looking out a window and not notice me, on account of my whisker humps are so big.<br /><br />When we finally got to the ultrasounds place, my Person put my back in the prison box and we went inside. While my Person was filling out paperwork, some other persons came out with a big brown dog and sat next to my prison box and I growled and hissed at him. And my Person said, "Sorry. He just has a lot of rage." and then the lady person behind the counter made those other persons move the dog away from my prison box, probably because she knew that I could bust out of there and take that dog down if I wanted to. HAHA!<br /><br />Then they called us back, and my Person carried my prison box into an examinayshun room. She let me out and I prowled around growling while she talked to various VETS persons. And then the actual VETS came in and he grabbed me by my neck and INJECTED ME WITH POISON. I know it was poison because right after he gave it to me I vommed on the floor. And then he waited awhile and I didn't get sleepy, on account of I AM BIG and also because it takes a lot to take down a man cat, so then he INJECTED ME WITH MORE POISON and then I passed out.<br /><br />Look, I am not PROUD of the passing out, and I woke up with a bunch of my chest hairs gone and some nasty GOO all over me, but at least I know that while I was passed out my eyes didn't close and that really freaked out my Person. That will SHOW HER! YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE KIS-MAN, LADY!<br /><br />They held me down on a table while they waited for me to wake up and the VETS explained everything about my heart to my Person. I have leaky valves and my heart wall is thick and one of my atriums is enlarged. This is all just fancy talk for my heart doesn't work as good as it should and it makes stuff back up into my lungs, which is why I have been having trouble breathing. They are going to start me on medicines soon, but my regular VETS wants to talk to a heart doctor first because they tried to put my on heart medicines last week and I had a bad reaction to one. I AM A MEDICAL MYSTERY, INNERNETS!<br /><br />While we wait to hear about the medicines, my Person and I are just hanging out. Today we watched some DVDs and I made biskits on her for awhile, and she fed me some Temptations and some Friskies. Now that I am sober, I am acting as normal as I can because I know it makes my Person feel good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21d5b7QvuE81yWBo1QH8dw1N0MdXEpz-l4wEvDDGMRLHvoc88YWD173UfNx9iN-Nd_L-5HhAPv-UGj6Rp_rUwSHMKFV0bks5RT7QE8a7xVtzyNqUYIsQorZnOcRGq0hyyMo2A/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21d5b7QvuE81yWBo1QH8dw1N0MdXEpz-l4wEvDDGMRLHvoc88YWD173UfNx9iN-Nd_L-5HhAPv-UGj6Rp_rUwSHMKFV0bks5RT7QE8a7xVtzyNqUYIsQorZnOcRGq0hyyMo2A/s320/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430442336605178962" /></a><br /><center>looking manly. I have to be the little spoon, on account of my Person is bigger than me, but we both know I'm the big spoon in the relationship.</center><br /><br />Thanks again for all of your help and purrs, innernets! I will let you know how my heart is doing when I get started on my medicines. I am not happy to have a broked heart, but I am a pretty big dude and I think I will manage with it just fine.Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-70734653633452933262010-01-22T21:42:00.003-05:002010-01-22T21:45:17.172-05:00my heartInnernets, I am a little drunk from anesthesia still, so I will write my whole post of RAGE tomorrow, but I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that my heart is a little broked. I have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, and three of my heart valves are leaking. I am okay right now, and I am going to start medicines soon, and the VETS people said I was very grumpy and I vommed in their room (HAHA), but my heart is a little broked. My Person and I are both tired, so I will give you the full story tomorrow after we sleep and I am SOBER!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-32118604318422986692010-01-19T17:45:00.006-05:002010-01-19T17:54:36.884-05:00Ultrasounds are ultra LAME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iiExTS8OMZpk-yX97632W5V1xz2GX-TrUbzrzNhCVAJ4p_NeRuBmplJ6Rb5XNfDuLYoyUkQp2uPdyTff3sGpA044pk9QFvCPeFGVFToz2f3YdZInoLHn8mMGNxAWDLWutlXl/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iiExTS8OMZpk-yX97632W5V1xz2GX-TrUbzrzNhCVAJ4p_NeRuBmplJ6Rb5XNfDuLYoyUkQp2uPdyTff3sGpA044pk9QFvCPeFGVFToz2f3YdZInoLHn8mMGNxAWDLWutlXl/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428588064367997810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSSNDfC2cEGkUQxq8E5FMkWb2oLZdrYh27Nq4m6LjSx4ipIWJdMg5ql2B8AqZ66tHl7hSPQYH80YUPG1iosh6tnofx1ZrxDjfgJAHjnvYsQTLQgU80YPvgRYhDY2NO6VcWbUzR/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSSNDfC2cEGkUQxq8E5FMkWb2oLZdrYh27Nq4m6LjSx4ipIWJdMg5ql2B8AqZ66tHl7hSPQYH80YUPG1iosh6tnofx1ZrxDjfgJAHjnvYsQTLQgU80YPvgRYhDY2NO6VcWbUzR/s320/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428585963375173042" /></a><br /><br />O HAI INNERNETS.<br /><br />As you can see, I am still very handsome. I just wanted to show you some recent pictures of me so you would all know that despite my ongoing medical issues, my whisker humps have not gotten smaller and I am still pretty goodlookin'. (Feel free to click on those and make them bigger, laydeez.)<br /><br />I go for my ultrasound on Friday, to the VETS. Apparently this is a NEW VETS, because my Person had to call them today to make sure they knew that my other VETS doesn't want me sedaytid for the ultrasound. The person on the phone said, "Well, it depends on the cat, I mean, we might not have to sedate him." And my Person goes, "No, Kismet will hate you. You would normally want to sedate him." And the lady person tried to argue and my Person just said, "No. He will HATE YOU." so then they had to arrange for the VETS to call her back because apparently I am just that big and vishus. HAHA! BETTER GET YOUR HAWK GLOVES READY, NEW VETS!<br /><br />But this whole ultrasound thing is stupid if you ask me, because I am breathing pretty okay now and I am also much less sneezy (though it was kind of fun to be sneezy cuz a) it rhymes with Skeezy, who's one of my best buds in the innernets and b) sometimes I got snots all over my Person, and that was funny) and I am also eating my Friskies so I don't think more persons need to be listening in on my heartbeats because I AM FINE. But it does mean a long ride in the car, and my Person said one of her other person friends is driving us so I get to sit on my Person's lap and explore and watch out the windows. Which is good, because between you and me, innernets, my Person is so bad at exploring just around the 'partment that I can't imagine what she's like in the car, so it's a good thing I will be there to stand guard. There are lots of vishus stuff out there, Person!<br /><br />Anyway, I will let you know when we find anything out, which we won't, cuz I'm pretty sure I'm fine, on account of my man paws are still big and so are my whisker humps, and that is pretty much how I decide how I am doing, if you know what I mean.Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-12710348890137994112010-01-12T17:05:00.004-05:002010-01-12T17:10:47.020-05:00I AM BACKSup innernets. This is KISMET MAN CAT, TAKING BACK MY BLOG. Look, I know that I have been feeling sick, but that is NO EXCUSE for my Person to take over MY BLOG. So now that I am home from my second night in the oxyjin tent, I thought I would come update you MYSELF, on account of this is MY BLOG, PERSON.<br /><br />Basically, the VETS don't know what is wrong with me. They say my heart has a murmur which I think means when they put on their heart-listen-y thing it talks to them, but I don't understand why this is a bad thing, because if they don't WANT it to murmur at them then WHY are they putting on their heart-listen-y thing to listen to it? PERSONS, THEY MAKE NO SENSE.<br /><br />Anyhoo, so I spent last night in the oxyjin tent and then today at the VETS the VETS were all confyoozed. "He is fine," they said to my Person. "His breething is good, his heart rate is good, and he is eating." (It's true, I did eat the foods at the VETS. I am not proud of this because normally I go on a HUNGER STRIKE at the VETS, but it was free FOODS and I was kind of wanting the FOODS.) When my Person came to pick me up I yowled at her a LOT, and the VETS said they wanted to take a X-ray and could my Person help hold me, because they tried to do it themselves and I wouldn't let them (HAHA!), and so my Person carried me into the X-ray room but I MRAWED and MRAWED and then I ESCAPED from the X-ray room and ran around outside in the other VETS room, and finally they said, just take him home. HAHA!<br /><br />I am a little sneezy currently, but I am on my noomoanya medicines, and apparently I am having some sort of ultrasound soon (I think that is where they turn up the volume on my heart murmur so it makes a ULTRA noise so they can ULTRA hear it). All I know is that I am home and I am cleaning my whisker humps LOTS so that I don't smell like VETS, and that the VETS better not mess with the man cat, because even when I do not FEEL well, I will not let them do things like X-rays. HAHA!<br /><br />I also want to thank all my friends on the innernets for sticking by me and my blog even though my Person took it over for awhile. I really appreciate your well wishes and I promise not to sneeze on you or in your general direction.Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-14464940357188673022010-01-11T20:28:00.002-05:002010-01-11T20:32:53.039-05:00Kismet UpdateHi everybody - Kismet is back at the vet in the oxygen tent tonight. I made him an appointment for the heart ultrasound but I couldn't get him in until the 22nd. I called my vet, who said he'd like to try to start Kismet on a small dosage of heart medicine in the meantime. I gave him one of the pills when I got home today and two hours later he was crashing again. Not as bad as last time - in that he is alert and lucid - but he was panting and couldn't breathe (and was drooling. Lots of drool). I called my vet, and he opened up the clinic for us, gave Kismet a diuretic shot and put him back on oxygen.<br /><br />I am less panicky this time because it was a little more expected, and also because although he couldn't breathe, Kismet was more alert. I asked my vet if I need to consider putting him down because I can't keep doing this to him, I can't keep watching him suffer, and my vet said we should wait and see how he is in the morning. He also said that it's not uncommon for <span style="font-style:italic;">people</span> with heart conditions to be hospitalized a few times before they get their meds right, so we shouldn't jump to conclusions with Kismet. He also said that if we need to give him a daily dosage of the diuretic until he's stabilized, we can.<br /><br />The night vet tech will be checking on him at 10 and they'll call me if there's a problem. Otherwise, I'm supposed to call tomorrow. Please keep purring and praying for Kismet. I am calmer, but I am also terrified that my phone is going to ring at 10 pm.<br /><br />Also - thank you so, so much for all of your donations. Almost half of Kismet's bills will be paid off because of your generosity. People who donated will be receiving better thank-yous in the mail, but in the meantime I wanted you all to know that it hasn't gone unnoticed. And neither has the support you've shown me and Kismet.<br /><br />Please keep thinking of him tonight.Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-37820418312215249962010-01-07T14:50:00.001-05:002010-01-07T17:13:24.087-05:00Man Cat MiraclesHi everyone - this is Kismet's Person, taking over his blog to give you a Kismet update, which will probably anger him, which should tell you that so far, he is doing much better. :)<br /> <br />If you haven't been following the Kismet Situation, here are links to the posts that Skeezix made after I emailed him:<br />One: http://skeezixsscratchingpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/emerjensy-purrrayer-reqwest.html<br />Two: http://skeezixsscratchingpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/kismet-update.html<br /><br />The background is basically this: I took Kismet to the vet on Monday because I noticed on Sunday that he was breathing a little quickly. Nothing labored or congested, just a little faster than normal. My vet took X-rays and found abnormalities on his lungs that she thought was asthma. She gave him a shot of antibiotics and a shot of steroids and sent him home.<br />Within a half hour of him being home, he started to crash. Severely. I don't want to go into detail about what it was like, because I don't want to think about it. It was awful, and terrifying, and painful, and when I put him in his carrier to take him to the emergency vet a half hour away, I wasn't very convinced he would make it through the drive. They put him in an oxygen tent, told me they thought he was having congestive heart failure and was close to dying, that I had to leave him overnight, and to come get him at 7 am. I called them at 6 before I left my house to see how he was doing and all the tech told me was that he was still on oxygen and still having trouble breathing, so I assumed I was going there to put him down.<br /> <br />But then I got there, and the ER vet came in and said, "Well, he's doing better."<br /> <br />I hate the emergency vet's office, by the way. It is scary and they are not very compassionate. They discharged him with the X-rays they took and we took him back to my regular vet, who's been treating him ever since. (This is a basic recap of what Skeezix posted. I would have come here to blog about it myself then but I was not in any condition to do so.)<br /> <br />My vet wasn't sure what was wrong with him. They thought it was a combination of pneumonia/asthma and possibly a heart condition; most likely hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. I asked if they could try to treat the pneumonia first, and they agreed. They started him on the pneumonia medication that day and he started to improve pretty quickly. I went to visit him Tuesday afternoon to try to get him to eat, and I couldn't, but he was alert, up, walking around, and VERY growly. Which again, for Kismet, is a good sign; his rage toward all things veterinarian is well-documented and meant, to me, that he was feeling more like himself.<br /> <br />I left him there overnight and called yesterday morning to check on him. My vet said he was about the same, maybe a little better, and that they thought it would be a good idea for me to take him home for the night because he still wasn't eating. My vet and I both thought that the not-eating was probably more a product of being at the vet and being stressed out than of his illness (he was eating totally normally up through Monday morning, which is the day this all started). So I went to pick him up. When I got there the vet was busy so the techs told me to go back and see if I could get him to eat. When I got to his cage, Kismet was alert, VERY happy to see me, meowing, and he ate for me almost instantly! Not a lot, not like he normally would, but both some dry and wet food, which is GREAT!<br /> <br />I took him home, and he drank a bunch of water, ate some more dry food, fought with Sophie, tried to eat some flowers I had in a vase, and then spooned with me on the couch. I got him to eat a few bites of wet food, fed him a bunch of Temptations, and he slept with me and Sophie all night in my bed. This morning he ate a few more bites of wet food, I fed him cheese and Temptations and gave him his pneumonia meds, and now he's back at the vet for the day (mostly for my own peace of mind - if he was at home, I would be panicking every five seconds that he's crashing again). I'll pick him up and take him home again tonight.<br /> <br />We're not out of the woods yet, but my vet said his breathing is MUCH better and that he's eating at all is a positive sign. He doesn't seem 100 percent himself - he's a little wary, and obviously normal-Kismet would be eating all the food in sight - but he's getting there. I hope.<br /> <br />We're not sure why he crashed so badly on Monday night. Kismet hates the vet, so whenever we go there and he needs an exam, they usually sedate him. Normally he's okay with it (well, minus the rage, you know), but my sense is that the fluid in his lungs plus the antibiotics plus the sedation was too much for him to handle. My vet, for the record, feels terrible about this; mostly that I had to go to the ER vet and spend so much money there and go through all the stress. I don't blame them, really - I've learned a lot over the past few days, namely that pneumonia/asthma/heart conditions bleed together and are very difficult to diagnose - and I know that cats presenting symptoms can sometimes tank quickly. They feel badly, and he seems to be doing better, and they're not sedating him for anything anymore. They've been pretty great, actually.<br /> <br />I'm still going to get him the heart ultrasound to determine if he has a heart condition or if this really was just pneumonia that knocked him on his butt. But I'm hopeful, and that's a lot better than where we were at the beginning of the week.<br /> <br />I want you all to know how very much your purrs and prayers mean to me. I live in a small town and I have felt pretty alone going through all of this, but receiving your comments and encouragements has helped immeasurably. Skeezix's Food Lady told me that some of you were interested in donating to help pay for Kismet's bills. If this is something you are in a position to do and would like to, I've installed a paypal button on the side of the blog. Please know that I don't expect this at all, and that you've even offered touches me more than I can say. My man cat is so special to me and I love knowing that his silly and ridiculous and wonderful man cat life has touched so many people. If you are interested in donating and have questions or would like to see documentation of the vet bills, please let me know. And if you do donate, please leave a comment or email us your information so I can send you a thank-you note from the man cat.<br /><br />Thank you all so, so much for your support and concern. If Kismet pulls through this, I think it might be enough to get him out of internet retirement for good!<br /> <br />xo,<br />Kismet's PersonKismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-65838709179676002222009-01-03T12:44:00.004-05:002009-01-03T12:49:47.688-05:00I AM FAYMISS! I AM A SILEBRITEE!!!!!HI!!! I ARE SOPHIE!!! I are VARY ACITED today acuz I am on STUFFONMYCAT!!!<br /><br />Yoo can klik <a href='http://www.stuffonmycat.com/Clothes-On-My-Cat/20090102-sophie.html'>HEER</a> to see me, OR JUST LOOK HEER:<br /><br /><a href='http://www.stuffonmycat.com/Clothes-On-My-Cat/20090102-sophie.html'><img src='http://www.stuffonmycat.com/images/stories/20090102_sophie.jpg' /></a><br /><br /><br />There was WUN time that my bruther bloggged abowt how I was NOT faymiss (the entry is at the bottom of the payj <a href="http://kismetmrawmraw.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html">HEER</a>), BUT NOW I IS!!!!! <br /><br />I am VARY acited!! Don't worry, I will still be yore frend even though I am a silebritee now!!!!!<br /><br /><br />My bruther wunts to type something TOO:<br /><br />Sup innernets. LOOK, I have submitted MY OWN HANDSOME MAN CAT PHOTOS to stuffonmycat, and they never get POSTED, so I GUESS MAYBE THEY ARE JUST NOT INTO HANDSOME MAN CATS OVER THERE, and would rather feechur ORNJ CATS WHO ARE STINKY SOMETIMES.<br /><br />WHATEVER.<br /><br />I don't really care, because my whisker humps will ALWAYS be bigger than Sophie's. I know you know what I'm sayin'.<br /><br />HI! I ARE SOPHIE! I ALSO WUNTED TO SAY that there are some VARY nyce persuns leeving comments on my stuffonmycat pikchur!!! THANK YOO PERSUNS!!!! I AM GLAD YOO LIKE MY PARTY DRESS TOO!!!!!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com93tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-6174598563787007772008-12-15T11:32:00.002-05:002008-12-15T11:39:33.814-05:00MY SCAYREE ADVENCHURHI!!! It's ME, SOPHIE! I know my bruther has not BLOGGED in FOREVER, but I think he will soon. BUT I, SOPHIE, had a VARY SCAYREE ADVENCHUR, and wunted to blog abowt it, so he said I COULD! I LOVE MY BRUTHER!<br /><br />One day not vary long ago, the nyce laydee kaym home after visiting Mr. Jahb. She had MANY BAGS in her hands when she was coming in the door. SOME OF THEM HAD FOODS IN THEM!!! I LOVE FOODS!!!<br /><br />Whenever the nyce laydee comes in the door my bruther tries to run owtsyd. He has gotted owt a FEW times, but he never gets vary far before the nyce LAYDEE catches him. So when she was coming in this time with all the BAGS of FOODS, she yoozed her feets to push him back. And while she was doing that, I, SOPHIE, RUNNED OWT!!!!<br /><br />I am not shur why. I lived owtsyd before so I know what it is LYK owt there, and I used to be VARY ascayred of going owt EVER, but heer in VirJINya I am VARY afassinayted by the owtsyd. And since my bruther always wunts to go owt, and I wunt to do WHATEVER my bruther does, I thawt maybe I would TRY IT!<br /><br />WELL, the nyce laydee didn't SEE that I had gotted owt! So she just shut the door and went upstairs to do something on the compyooter that I am Not Allowed to touch (acuz I kinda broked it, but that is not the story I am telling right now). AND I, SOPHIE, WAS ALONE OWTSYD!<br /><br />To tell yoo the trooth I was VARY afyoozed abowt how I had gotted owt there in the first place and why. So I just stood owt there staring at the door and meowing REAL LOWD and APITIFULLY. And the nyce laydee was gone FOREVER, but she said later that when she was upstairs on the compyooter she could HEER me meowing, and she thought, "Oh no, a stray cat must be owtsyd! It is cold owt, I will go see if it is ok."<br /><br />So she FINALLY came back down and who did she see owtsyd but ME!!! SOPHIE!!!! She was VARY aprized and opened the door and I RAN RIGHT IN and went under the kowch and would not come owt for a long time, like maybe ten whole MINUTES. My paws were VARY cold and the whole thing really made me remember what it is LIKE to live owtsyd and I don't think I will try to go owt again. Unless my bruther does too, acuz if HE is doing it, it is probly VARY afassinayting!Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26138563.post-47418561556489237162008-07-02T12:42:00.006-04:002008-07-02T12:47:49.468-04:00Whisker Hump WednesdayOne of the most important things about being a really big man cat is making sure your whisker humps are big. I have GINORMOUS whisker humps! I also have very big man paws. In these pikchurs, which are called Polaroyds (I think because they come from the North Pole, because they have white edges, like snow), you can see both my whisker humps and my man paws.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiInX8AJ476fYywzXcRnhleuWeFtMJqRFX2Q7MKhhOp-a41WcgLGUjaiqb37orn4DNk2_6iLycHlDFAM15nVvW_pvu6XuqSfcUZz9_9I1wSH0Gygrhe8tef4ta0hdktATrbBaqh/s1600-h/kismetdiptych1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiInX8AJ476fYywzXcRnhleuWeFtMJqRFX2Q7MKhhOp-a41WcgLGUjaiqb37orn4DNk2_6iLycHlDFAM15nVvW_pvu6XuqSfcUZz9_9I1wSH0Gygrhe8tef4ta0hdktATrbBaqh/s320/kismetdiptych1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218458594190785250" /></a><br /><br />For comparison, please notice that although Sophie's tail is very floofy, she does not have man paws or big whisker humps. This really proves that only man cats have this stuff.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7z_rmT142awhr7jWWEdYSkZKLwtcf-_sab3K2EhLX6Klhwq3r8UxlIAvjTbcDkozgYa8wmVLvfDlC0LRv5pTS3PEas0MPPyykX_PGFyUsHHn02YCVQgAobVZDtsAtiJfu-jJ5/s1600-h/img056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7z_rmT142awhr7jWWEdYSkZKLwtcf-_sab3K2EhLX6Klhwq3r8UxlIAvjTbcDkozgYa8wmVLvfDlC0LRv5pTS3PEas0MPPyykX_PGFyUsHHn02YCVQgAobVZDtsAtiJfu-jJ5/s320/img056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218459004537498194" /></a><br /><br />I hope you have enjoyed this informative post. Please feel free to contact me with any man cat-related questions.Kismethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06798868806346873214noreply@blogger.com22