I 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 always going to the VETS, I didn't really mind the prison box so much, because I like riding in the car.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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!
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The story of my heartsounds
Hello, innernets! I am sober now (it took awhile) and so I can tell you the full story of my ultrasound!
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.
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!
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
Friday, January 22, 2010
my heart
Innernets, 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!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Ultrasounds are ultra LAME
O HAI INNERNETS.
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.)
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!
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!
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.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
I AM BACK
Sup 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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Kismet Update
Hi 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.
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 people 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.
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.
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.
Please keep thinking of him tonight.
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 people 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.
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.
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.
Please keep thinking of him tonight.
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Man Cat Miracles
Hi 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. :)
If you haven't been following the Kismet Situation, here are links to the posts that Skeezix made after I emailed him:
One: http://skeezixsscratchingpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/emerjensy-purrrayer-reqwest.html
Two: http://skeezixsscratchingpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/kismet-update.html
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.
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.
But then I got there, and the ER vet came in and said, "Well, he's doing better."
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.)
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
xo,
Kismet's Person
If you haven't been following the Kismet Situation, here are links to the posts that Skeezix made after I emailed him:
One: http://skeezixsscratchingpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/emerjensy-purrrayer-reqwest.html
Two: http://skeezixsscratchingpost.blogspot.com/2010/01/kismet-update.html
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.
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.
But then I got there, and the ER vet came in and said, "Well, he's doing better."
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.)
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
xo,
Kismet's Person
Saturday, January 03, 2009
I AM FAYMISS! I AM A SILEBRITEE!!!!!
HI!!! I ARE SOPHIE!!! I are VARY ACITED today acuz I am on STUFFONMYCAT!!!
Yoo can klik HEER to see me, OR JUST LOOK HEER:
There was WUN time that my bruther bloggged abowt how I was NOT faymiss (the entry is at the bottom of the payj HEER), BUT NOW I IS!!!!!
I am VARY acited!! Don't worry, I will still be yore frend even though I am a silebritee now!!!!!
My bruther wunts to type something TOO:
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.
WHATEVER.
I don't really care, because my whisker humps will ALWAYS be bigger than Sophie's. I know you know what I'm sayin'.
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!!!!!
Yoo can klik HEER to see me, OR JUST LOOK HEER:
There was WUN time that my bruther bloggged abowt how I was NOT faymiss (the entry is at the bottom of the payj HEER), BUT NOW I IS!!!!!
I am VARY acited!! Don't worry, I will still be yore frend even though I am a silebritee now!!!!!
My bruther wunts to type something TOO:
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.
WHATEVER.
I don't really care, because my whisker humps will ALWAYS be bigger than Sophie's. I know you know what I'm sayin'.
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!!!!!
Monday, December 15, 2008
MY SCAYREE ADVENCHUR
HI!!! 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!
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!!!
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!!!!
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!
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!
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."
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!
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!!!
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!!!!
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!
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!
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."
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!
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Whisker Hump Wednesday
One 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.
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.
I hope you have enjoyed this informative post. Please feel free to contact me with any man cat-related questions.
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.
I hope you have enjoyed this informative post. Please feel free to contact me with any man cat-related questions.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
PSSST
Pssssst....innernets!!
REMEMBER ME????
I am going to do a Thursday 13 to explain why I have not been blogging FOREVER.
1. Mac, the mancat compyooter, went dead for awhile. He seems to be ok now. But he was dead!
2. My Person had to go see Mr. Nooz Byurow every day for a long time and she would turn Mac, the mancat compyooter, off when she left. But I think she had a fight with Mr. Nooz Byurow, because she is not going to see him anymore!
3. Mr. Nooz Byurow + Brad Skool = GRUMPY PERSON
4. I have spent LOTS of time trying to figure out ways to get out of the partment to Out There. So far this has not really worked. My ideas have inkloodid: digging through the cat TV, scratching at the door with my big man paws, running out the door whenever it is opened which gets me in Big Trouble, making very sad mraw mraw noises at the door. Since none of these have really WORKED, I am spending lots of time trying NEW things, which are also not working. Getting Out There is very hard.
5. We went to the VETS, and if you have been reading my blog for awhile, you know that this makes me VERY GROUCHY AND I MRAW MRAW AND HISS AND SOMETIMES BAT AT MY PERSON'S FACE AND EYEBALLS, WHICH IS NOT VERY NICE BUT WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN, PERSON, AND EVEN THOUGH THIS VETS WAS DIFFERENT THAN THE ONE IN BROOKLYN THEY STILL BROUGHT OUT THE HAWK GLOVES FOR ME. THAT'S RIGHT, VETS!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! Also Sophie gets very scared when we go to the VETS and it makes her go poop in the carrier THAT I HAVE TO SHARE WITH HER. AND IT SMELLS. AND STICKS TO ME. This made me grouchy enough that I did not want to talk to anyone. Not even you, innernets. I am sorry.
6. It is starting to get HOTS. This ALSO makes me grouchy.
7. In Brooklyn, one of my favorite places to sleep was on the people TV on top of the cable box. In Merruhlind, we don't HAVE a big cable box. This ALSO makes me grouchy.
8. We are on some sort of weird foods schedule. This ALSO makes me grouchy.
9. Sophie STILL wants to play ALL THE TIME. THIS ALSO MAKES ME GROUCHY. I AM TRYING TO CLEAN MY TOES SOMETIMES.
10. I think those are maybe all of the things that made me grouchy lately. I have also been busy threatening the many wild cats that come onto our cat TV. There is a orange cat that my Person calls Sammy. He is ALMOST BIGGER THAN ME, and he comes on the cat TV every night, and I sit and mraw mraw at him. There is another orange cat too. This cat never had a ballsectomy, so my Person just calls him ballscat. Ballscat is not bigger than me, but he does have balls. So I mraw mraw EXTRA at him.
11. None of the cats on the cat TV are lady cats. This ALSO makes me grouchy.
12. Sophie has been having hairballs all over the place. My Person gives her hairball stuff to make this better. The hairball stuff smells like toona, so I get excited when it comes out and I try to eat it, but it just sticks to my whiskers and then I have to clean it and that ALSO MAKES ME GROUCHY.
13. What can I say, innernets? I'm a busy dude.
But, now that Brad Skool is almost done (I guess that means he is going to go dead), I will have more time to blog. This makes me NOT grouchy! So if any of my friends from the innernets are still checking up on me, I should be around more often.
Here is a bonus picture of my furchin for my lady friends:
I'm sure Sophie will be around too. (SIGH)
REMEMBER ME????
I am going to do a Thursday 13 to explain why I have not been blogging FOREVER.
1. Mac, the mancat compyooter, went dead for awhile. He seems to be ok now. But he was dead!
2. My Person had to go see Mr. Nooz Byurow every day for a long time and she would turn Mac, the mancat compyooter, off when she left. But I think she had a fight with Mr. Nooz Byurow, because she is not going to see him anymore!
3. Mr. Nooz Byurow + Brad Skool = GRUMPY PERSON
4. I have spent LOTS of time trying to figure out ways to get out of the partment to Out There. So far this has not really worked. My ideas have inkloodid: digging through the cat TV, scratching at the door with my big man paws, running out the door whenever it is opened which gets me in Big Trouble, making very sad mraw mraw noises at the door. Since none of these have really WORKED, I am spending lots of time trying NEW things, which are also not working. Getting Out There is very hard.
5. We went to the VETS, and if you have been reading my blog for awhile, you know that this makes me VERY GROUCHY AND I MRAW MRAW AND HISS AND SOMETIMES BAT AT MY PERSON'S FACE AND EYEBALLS, WHICH IS NOT VERY NICE BUT WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN, PERSON, AND EVEN THOUGH THIS VETS WAS DIFFERENT THAN THE ONE IN BROOKLYN THEY STILL BROUGHT OUT THE HAWK GLOVES FOR ME. THAT'S RIGHT, VETS!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! Also Sophie gets very scared when we go to the VETS and it makes her go poop in the carrier THAT I HAVE TO SHARE WITH HER. AND IT SMELLS. AND STICKS TO ME. This made me grouchy enough that I did not want to talk to anyone. Not even you, innernets. I am sorry.
6. It is starting to get HOTS. This ALSO makes me grouchy.
7. In Brooklyn, one of my favorite places to sleep was on the people TV on top of the cable box. In Merruhlind, we don't HAVE a big cable box. This ALSO makes me grouchy.
8. We are on some sort of weird foods schedule. This ALSO makes me grouchy.
9. Sophie STILL wants to play ALL THE TIME. THIS ALSO MAKES ME GROUCHY. I AM TRYING TO CLEAN MY TOES SOMETIMES.
10. I think those are maybe all of the things that made me grouchy lately. I have also been busy threatening the many wild cats that come onto our cat TV. There is a orange cat that my Person calls Sammy. He is ALMOST BIGGER THAN ME, and he comes on the cat TV every night, and I sit and mraw mraw at him. There is another orange cat too. This cat never had a ballsectomy, so my Person just calls him ballscat. Ballscat is not bigger than me, but he does have balls. So I mraw mraw EXTRA at him.
11. None of the cats on the cat TV are lady cats. This ALSO makes me grouchy.
12. Sophie has been having hairballs all over the place. My Person gives her hairball stuff to make this better. The hairball stuff smells like toona, so I get excited when it comes out and I try to eat it, but it just sticks to my whiskers and then I have to clean it and that ALSO MAKES ME GROUCHY.
13. What can I say, innernets? I'm a busy dude.
But, now that Brad Skool is almost done (I guess that means he is going to go dead), I will have more time to blog. This makes me NOT grouchy! So if any of my friends from the innernets are still checking up on me, I should be around more often.
Here is a bonus picture of my furchin for my lady friends:
I'm sure Sophie will be around too. (SIGH)
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Seven Strange Things on Sunday
My really great friends Rosie and Cheeto tagged me and Sophie to do the "seven weird things about me" survey. I was GOING to split it, like they did, but instead Sophie and I are each going to list our OWN 7 things, because after all, it is MY blog and so I think I should get 7 all by myself.
OKAY. KISMET:
1. I like to make blanket forts. There is a VERY specific process to this, though. First, my Person has to be laying under the blankets. Then, there has to be a little cave opening in the blanket NATURALLY - NOT one made by my Person. Then, I walk in, and dig with my big man paws, and make sure the blanket fort is strukchurally sound, and if all of that meets with my approval, ONLY THEN will I lay down. You can't just hang out in any blanket, you know.
2. When I get very hungry and grouchy, I push the water dish with my nose so it spills over the sides and the dish makes a great clanky sound on the floor. My Person does not like this.
3. When my Person comes home at night I sit by the door and mraw mraw mraw REAL loud and scratch with my big man paws so she knows I am still inside and that I am waiting for my foods. I think she forgets this stuff sometimes, so I am just trying to remind her.
4. I knock stuff off of EVERYTHING - tables, desks, bookshelves, dressers, chairs, the persons teevee. Your stuff is not safe ANYWHERE, Person! HAHA! It is for your own safety that I do it. Your stuff could be vishus without you knowing!
5. I have to hump sometimes. I only hump my Person, and only her arm or shoulder, and only when she is under a blanket. After I am done humping, I always take a bath and I don't look at my Person right away because I am a little embarrassed.
6. I usually get locked out of my Person's room in the morning because I get HUNGRY and I want my FOODS and so I make noise. And then later on, when my Person doesn't get up right away, I get worried that maybe she is not in there anymore, and has left without giving me my FOODS, or that something vishus that I didn't notice got her, and then I might NEVER get my FOODS, so I scratch at the door with my man paws and I mraw mraw a LOT. Eventually my Person will say "Kis-MET!" and then, because I know she is in there and alive, I stop.
7. I have a LOT of dreems, and when I am dreeming, my big whisker humps twitch and so do my man paws and my back legs, and sometimes I mraw mraw or lick my lips in my sleep. My Person says "Get him Kizzy!" to me while I sleep, just in case I am dreaming of chasing some other big man cats. This shows that she understands that I am a big dude and I could chase down any other big dude, if I wanted to. I think that is nice of her!
HI! I ARE SOPHIE! I ARE VARY ACITED to tell yoo some WEERD things about ME!!!!
1. I LOVE TO EAT FOODS! ANY kind of foods, I will eat them all!! The nyce laydee says I must have been a dawg in a past lyfe. CAN YOO IMAGINE ME, SOPHIE, AS A DAWG??? Some of the foods I lyke to eat are: peetsuh, ryce kayks, cookees, peenut butter, any kind of CHEEZ, ryce, potaytohs, and krakers. I LOVE FOODS!!!
2. Since I moved in with the nyce laydee and my bruther Kismet, I have learned to be a VARY kleen kitty and to kleen my furs and my TOES and my TAYL many times thru owt the day. (I was vary stinky beefor my bruther tawt me to be kleen!) And when I kleen myself, I suck on my furs and I make snorty sownds. The nyce laydee calls it my snorgling. It can be VARY lowd!!
3. When I yawn, I make a hacking sownd that sometimes ascayres the nyce laydee!!
4. One of my whiskers on top of my head is black. Just one!!!!
5. I have 2 black polka dots on one of my eers!!! The nyce laydee sayz they are my fashun axsessorees!!! This meens I am VARY fashunable, even when I am NOOD!!!!
6. I LOVE MY BRUTHER AND THE NYCE LAYDEE A LOT, but I love my bruther MOST of all. I go EVARYWHERE he goes. If we are in a room with the nyce laydee and my bruther leaves, I go with! If we are in bed with the nyce laydee and my bruther leaves, I GO WITH! If my bruther is watching the cat teevee, or poopsing, or knocking things off the dresser, I GO WITH!
My bruther does not always LYKE that, but I CAN'T HELP IT! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!! Plus he is VARY fassinayting.
7. Whenever anyone reeches down to pet me - becuz I are VARY small, yoo know - I stand up on my tippy toes and DIVE into their hand!! I get VARY good pets this way.
I, Kismet, also wanted to say in response to questions on my last post: Sophie NEVER cleans my Spot 13. That is man cat only territory. However, I have cleaned hers before, because it is STINKY AND NEEDS TO BE CLEANED.
I hope you liked our strange things!
OKAY. KISMET:
1. I like to make blanket forts. There is a VERY specific process to this, though. First, my Person has to be laying under the blankets. Then, there has to be a little cave opening in the blanket NATURALLY - NOT one made by my Person. Then, I walk in, and dig with my big man paws, and make sure the blanket fort is strukchurally sound, and if all of that meets with my approval, ONLY THEN will I lay down. You can't just hang out in any blanket, you know.
2. When I get very hungry and grouchy, I push the water dish with my nose so it spills over the sides and the dish makes a great clanky sound on the floor. My Person does not like this.
3. When my Person comes home at night I sit by the door and mraw mraw mraw REAL loud and scratch with my big man paws so she knows I am still inside and that I am waiting for my foods. I think she forgets this stuff sometimes, so I am just trying to remind her.
4. I knock stuff off of EVERYTHING - tables, desks, bookshelves, dressers, chairs, the persons teevee. Your stuff is not safe ANYWHERE, Person! HAHA! It is for your own safety that I do it. Your stuff could be vishus without you knowing!
5. I have to hump sometimes. I only hump my Person, and only her arm or shoulder, and only when she is under a blanket. After I am done humping, I always take a bath and I don't look at my Person right away because I am a little embarrassed.
6. I usually get locked out of my Person's room in the morning because I get HUNGRY and I want my FOODS and so I make noise. And then later on, when my Person doesn't get up right away, I get worried that maybe she is not in there anymore, and has left without giving me my FOODS, or that something vishus that I didn't notice got her, and then I might NEVER get my FOODS, so I scratch at the door with my man paws and I mraw mraw a LOT. Eventually my Person will say "Kis-MET!" and then, because I know she is in there and alive, I stop.
7. I have a LOT of dreems, and when I am dreeming, my big whisker humps twitch and so do my man paws and my back legs, and sometimes I mraw mraw or lick my lips in my sleep. My Person says "Get him Kizzy!" to me while I sleep, just in case I am dreaming of chasing some other big man cats. This shows that she understands that I am a big dude and I could chase down any other big dude, if I wanted to. I think that is nice of her!
HI! I ARE SOPHIE! I ARE VARY ACITED to tell yoo some WEERD things about ME!!!!
1. I LOVE TO EAT FOODS! ANY kind of foods, I will eat them all!! The nyce laydee says I must have been a dawg in a past lyfe. CAN YOO IMAGINE ME, SOPHIE, AS A DAWG??? Some of the foods I lyke to eat are: peetsuh, ryce kayks, cookees, peenut butter, any kind of CHEEZ, ryce, potaytohs, and krakers. I LOVE FOODS!!!
2. Since I moved in with the nyce laydee and my bruther Kismet, I have learned to be a VARY kleen kitty and to kleen my furs and my TOES and my TAYL many times thru owt the day. (I was vary stinky beefor my bruther tawt me to be kleen!) And when I kleen myself, I suck on my furs and I make snorty sownds. The nyce laydee calls it my snorgling. It can be VARY lowd!!
3. When I yawn, I make a hacking sownd that sometimes ascayres the nyce laydee!!
4. One of my whiskers on top of my head is black. Just one!!!!
5. I have 2 black polka dots on one of my eers!!! The nyce laydee sayz they are my fashun axsessorees!!! This meens I am VARY fashunable, even when I am NOOD!!!!
6. I LOVE MY BRUTHER AND THE NYCE LAYDEE A LOT, but I love my bruther MOST of all. I go EVARYWHERE he goes. If we are in a room with the nyce laydee and my bruther leaves, I go with! If we are in bed with the nyce laydee and my bruther leaves, I GO WITH! If my bruther is watching the cat teevee, or poopsing, or knocking things off the dresser, I GO WITH!
My bruther does not always LYKE that, but I CAN'T HELP IT! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!! Plus he is VARY fassinayting.
7. Whenever anyone reeches down to pet me - becuz I are VARY small, yoo know - I stand up on my tippy toes and DIVE into their hand!! I get VARY good pets this way.
I, Kismet, also wanted to say in response to questions on my last post: Sophie NEVER cleans my Spot 13. That is man cat only territory. However, I have cleaned hers before, because it is STINKY AND NEEDS TO BE CLEANED.
I hope you liked our strange things!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Man Cat Monday
Sup innernets. I wanted to post a HAPPY NEW YEAR blog and a KRISMISS blog but my Person LEFT US ALONE FOREVER AND EVER. It was not SO bad because some lady came and gave us the foods and cleaned our poops (cleaned them much better than my Person does, too), but I get VERY GRUMPY when my Person leaves me alone with Sophie for a LONG TIME.
Anyway, since I haven't been able to blog FOREVER, I didn't even get to tell you what my new year's rezolooshins are. I did not make too many because I think I am pretty good at being my man cat self, but I did make two. The first one is to blog more. This is not really under my control because my Person controls Mack, the man cat computer, but I am going to try anyway. And my second rezolooshin is to be an even better man cat than I have been.
Which explains this picture:
Normally I do not like to be this close to Sophie, but while my Person was gone we had a LOT of time together, and while she is still VERY ANNOYING most of the time - like I don't want to play all the time, I have THINGS to do, like clean my toes and do my patrols and knock things off the dresser - it is nice of her to give me a bath. And I think a good man cat - one who might be tired from doing all his man cat stuff, for example - would just take the bath and try to enjoy it. So I did!
I hope all of my blogging friends had good new yearses and Krissmisses. I am also going to try to comment on other blogs more TOO. The year of Kismet!
Anyway, since I haven't been able to blog FOREVER, I didn't even get to tell you what my new year's rezolooshins are. I did not make too many because I think I am pretty good at being my man cat self, but I did make two. The first one is to blog more. This is not really under my control because my Person controls Mack, the man cat computer, but I am going to try anyway. And my second rezolooshin is to be an even better man cat than I have been.
Which explains this picture:
Normally I do not like to be this close to Sophie, but while my Person was gone we had a LOT of time together, and while she is still VERY ANNOYING most of the time - like I don't want to play all the time, I have THINGS to do, like clean my toes and do my patrols and knock things off the dresser - it is nice of her to give me a bath. And I think a good man cat - one who might be tired from doing all his man cat stuff, for example - would just take the bath and try to enjoy it. So I did!
I hope all of my blogging friends had good new yearses and Krissmisses. I am also going to try to comment on other blogs more TOO. The year of Kismet!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
BUSY!
I have been VERY busy helping my Person with Brad Skool.
That is us working on some Brad Skool stuff.
I don't like Brad Skool. He takes ALL my Person's time and makes her sleepy and growchy. I peed on some magazeens to express my MAD, but my Person didn't even notice because she is so busy with Brad Skool.
BRAD SKOOL IS STOOPID.
That is us working on some Brad Skool stuff.
I don't like Brad Skool. He takes ALL my Person's time and makes her sleepy and growchy. I peed on some magazeens to express my MAD, but my Person didn't even notice because she is so busy with Brad Skool.
BRAD SKOOL IS STOOPID.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
MY ONE YEER!!!!
HI!!!! I are Sophie!!! I are VARY acited today because TODAY, I have been living with my bruther Kismet and the nyce laydee for ONE YEER!!!! I think that meens that I git to stay here forEVER and that I never have to go back owtsyd on Rohd Aylind!!!!!! And this mayks me VARY happy because I LOVE MY BRUTHER AND THE NYCE LAYDEE!!!!
I think that I have changed a LOT since I came to live with my bruther and the nyce laydee. I have lerned some VARY aportant things, like how to kleen myself, and that it is aportant to keep my booty hairs trimmed so that my poops don't get stuck to them, because then maybe the nyce laydee would not want to PET my booty, and I LOVE to have my booty petted!!! I have also diskuvvered some VARY DELISHUS FOODS!!!! like peetsuh krust and ranch dressing and cheez and pasketti sauce!!! But most aportantly, I have learned that it is VARY good not to live owtsyd!!!!
I thought it would be aciting to look at pikchurs and see how much I have changed now that I am a INDOOR CAT!!!
The nyce laydee says this pikchur is my first foto op. As yoo can see, I were VARY small. I look sad because it was cold and there was no FOODS!!!!
Here is another pikchur of me in Rohd Aylind. I am under a big masheen. This is the pikchur that made the nyce laydee think I should come live here!!
And here I are now!!!!!!!!
I am much kleener and I have also gayned ONE WHOLE POWND! And I have vary stinky poops.
I am vary glad to be a indoor cat. Thank yoo evarywun for being my frends!!!!!
I know that my bruther has not blogged in a vary long time, and I hope no one is mad that I am blogging before him. He will blog soon!!!!!
I think that I have changed a LOT since I came to live with my bruther and the nyce laydee. I have lerned some VARY aportant things, like how to kleen myself, and that it is aportant to keep my booty hairs trimmed so that my poops don't get stuck to them, because then maybe the nyce laydee would not want to PET my booty, and I LOVE to have my booty petted!!! I have also diskuvvered some VARY DELISHUS FOODS!!!! like peetsuh krust and ranch dressing and cheez and pasketti sauce!!! But most aportantly, I have learned that it is VARY good not to live owtsyd!!!!
I thought it would be aciting to look at pikchurs and see how much I have changed now that I am a INDOOR CAT!!!
The nyce laydee says this pikchur is my first foto op. As yoo can see, I were VARY small. I look sad because it was cold and there was no FOODS!!!!
Here is another pikchur of me in Rohd Aylind. I am under a big masheen. This is the pikchur that made the nyce laydee think I should come live here!!
And here I are now!!!!!!!!
I am much kleener and I have also gayned ONE WHOLE POWND! And I have vary stinky poops.
I am vary glad to be a indoor cat. Thank yoo evarywun for being my frends!!!!!
I know that my bruther has not blogged in a vary long time, and I hope no one is mad that I am blogging before him. He will blog soon!!!!!
Monday, October 01, 2007
Man Cat Monday
WELL INNERNETS. WE MEET AGAIN.
The innernets and I have not been getting along lately. The innernets, in fact, has not even BEEN IN MY PARTMENT for MANY WEEKS NOW. My Person was only able to find the innernets Out There, and since my Person DOES NOT REALLY LET ME GO OUT THERE, I could not use the innernets. This has made me very grouchy. I would have mraw'd to fix the rowter, but there was not even a rowter to fix until today, and then some other guy came into my partment and fixed it before my Person even gave me a chance. IN FACT, she locked me in the bedroom while he was here! She probably did not want him to be jealous about my innernets-fixing-skills. I guess I can understand that.
Anyway, but I have innernets now, innernets! SO NOW I GET TO FINALLY POST!
So I am posting a Man Cat Monday post. It has been a VERY LONG TIME since I have been able to do this so I hope that I remember how!
This is me weighing in on the scale in the person litterbox room. I do this every single day. I know that this might not SEEM very manly, but it is very important to keep an eye on your fizeek. You do not want to start losing weight, because that will make you smaller and so not so much of a BIG MAN CAT. But you also do not want to get fat! It is a delicate balance, being a man cat. I find that my sea lion yoga really helps me keep my bulk in check!
If your persons have a scale, I recommend weighing in!
Now that I have gotten the innernets into shape, I hope to post more often. Also, my fifth birthday is coming SOON! It is on Wednesday! That will also be two years that I have been with my Person. I hope she is getting me something good. And manly.
The innernets and I have not been getting along lately. The innernets, in fact, has not even BEEN IN MY PARTMENT for MANY WEEKS NOW. My Person was only able to find the innernets Out There, and since my Person DOES NOT REALLY LET ME GO OUT THERE, I could not use the innernets. This has made me very grouchy. I would have mraw'd to fix the rowter, but there was not even a rowter to fix until today, and then some other guy came into my partment and fixed it before my Person even gave me a chance. IN FACT, she locked me in the bedroom while he was here! She probably did not want him to be jealous about my innernets-fixing-skills. I guess I can understand that.
Anyway, but I have innernets now, innernets! SO NOW I GET TO FINALLY POST!
So I am posting a Man Cat Monday post. It has been a VERY LONG TIME since I have been able to do this so I hope that I remember how!
This is me weighing in on the scale in the person litterbox room. I do this every single day. I know that this might not SEEM very manly, but it is very important to keep an eye on your fizeek. You do not want to start losing weight, because that will make you smaller and so not so much of a BIG MAN CAT. But you also do not want to get fat! It is a delicate balance, being a man cat. I find that my sea lion yoga really helps me keep my bulk in check!
If your persons have a scale, I recommend weighing in!
Now that I have gotten the innernets into shape, I hope to post more often. Also, my fifth birthday is coming SOON! It is on Wednesday! That will also be two years that I have been with my Person. I hope she is getting me something good. And manly.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
How persons get to my blog - Thursday Thirteen
Sup innernets. I have not done a Thursday Thirteen post in a LONG time, so I thought I would do one today. I found some time in my very busy schedule, which includes things like pushing the empty foods dishes around the kitchen floor and peeing on my Person's magazeens.
Here are thirteen search frayziz that persons use to get to my blog. Some of them make perfect sense and some of them are VERY weird, which just proves that persons do not always know what is going on, espeshully on the innernets. Maybe they need me to come fix their rowters?
1. mancat
Well, this makes sense. I am a big man cat! I hope that persons who come to my blog looking for man cats find exactly what they are looking for. I hope that they are not confyoozed by the Sophie posts, because Sophie is NOT a big man cat.
2. meen big cats
I am kind of confyoozed by this one, because even though I am a very big cat, I am not meen! I am very grouchy a lot, but I have very good reasons to be grouchy. Like a tiny orange cat who bites my tail and follows me around, or a Person who does not want to give me my foods EXACTLY WHEN I WANT THEM AND THEN SOMETIMES SHE LOCKS ME OUT OF THE ROOM. But not meen!
3. do cats sniff other cats bottoms
Well. Yes. We do. Sometimes. I hope you found my blog useful, person who searched for this! I also hope that you do not have to sniff Sophie's bottom, because it is usually stinky and sometimes has poops on it.
4. cheez its popcorn
These are some of my most favorite foods! Cheez Its MUCH more than popcorn, but I will try the popcorn sometimes. The best way to eat Cheez Its, I have found, is to take the whole cracker into your mouth and crunch it into small pieces, and then spit the pieces back out and eat them one by one. Not only does this keep you from chewing with your mouth full - which is very undignified - but it makes the Cheez It last longer too. Persons tend to just eat MANY CHEEZ ITS AT ONE TIME, THE WHOLE CRACKERS, which is very gross. So I hope whoever searched for this learned how to do it the right way!
5. i love ruffles
I DO NOT LOVE RUFFLES. SOPHIE LOVES RUFFLES. MAYBE SOPHIE SHOULD GET HER OWN BLOG SO PERSONS DO NOT THINK THAT MAN CATS LOVE RUFFLES.
6. very pretty big cats
Hmm. I am not sure what to make of this one. I am HANDSOME, not pretty. But I am big. I guess maybe some girl persons might think I am pretty if they did not know I was a man cat. I think that this is probably okay.
7. cat is very stinky
Yes. Sophie is very stinky. I hope that if you use this to find my blog, you understand that I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
8. chiwahwahs
As you might know if you have been reading my blog for awhile, before I came to live with my Person, I roamed the streets with a gang of chiwahwahs. I was their leader, because chiwahwahs are VERY small and they needed a big man to defend them. I wonder if some of my old chiwahwah friends were looking for me! If so, hi guys! I am good and still big.
9. lyrics a big man like you gosh dem
...I am not sure what this means, innernets. I am a big man. I can rap. But I do not think I have ever posted my rap lyrics here. Maybe this person was looking for inspirayshun for a rap song about a big man. Make sure to send it to me when you are done!
10. my cat is a real man
I am a real man TOO! Maybe your cat and I should get to know each other. I am always looking for new man cats to be friends with!
11. cat what makes the scared
Hmm. This is a very good question. I do not really get scared, ever. Sophie gets scared a LOT. Things that scare Sophie: the door opening, when I go Out There, when persons pick her up, loud noises, when my Person cleans the poop boxes, persons she doesn't know...these are just a few. There are MANY things that can scare Sophie cats. I hope this answers your question.
12. wet hots
Sometimes I do get wet, because I like to drink water from the fawsit, and when I stick my head under there my whisker humps and my face get wet. And I HATE THE HOTS. THE HOTS MAKE ME VERY GROUCHY. And sometimes the hots can be wet too! My blog was probably exactly what this person was looking for.
13. dogs pikchurs
THIS IS A CAT BLOG. THE ONLY PICTURE OF A DOG THAT IS HERE IS THAT DOG THAT STAYED IN MY PARTMENT WITHOUT ASKING MY PERMISSION FIRST. HE WAS VERY HAPPY. BECAUSE HE THOUGHT THAT I WAS HIS TOY. YOU ARE IN THE WRONG PLACE!!!!!
I hope you have enjoyed my Thursday Thirteen post. And that, if you have found my blog by searching the innernets, you found what you were looking for. Feel free to email me if you need more help!
Here are thirteen search frayziz that persons use to get to my blog. Some of them make perfect sense and some of them are VERY weird, which just proves that persons do not always know what is going on, espeshully on the innernets. Maybe they need me to come fix their rowters?
1. mancat
Well, this makes sense. I am a big man cat! I hope that persons who come to my blog looking for man cats find exactly what they are looking for. I hope that they are not confyoozed by the Sophie posts, because Sophie is NOT a big man cat.
2. meen big cats
I am kind of confyoozed by this one, because even though I am a very big cat, I am not meen! I am very grouchy a lot, but I have very good reasons to be grouchy. Like a tiny orange cat who bites my tail and follows me around, or a Person who does not want to give me my foods EXACTLY WHEN I WANT THEM AND THEN SOMETIMES SHE LOCKS ME OUT OF THE ROOM. But not meen!
3. do cats sniff other cats bottoms
Well. Yes. We do. Sometimes. I hope you found my blog useful, person who searched for this! I also hope that you do not have to sniff Sophie's bottom, because it is usually stinky and sometimes has poops on it.
4. cheez its popcorn
These are some of my most favorite foods! Cheez Its MUCH more than popcorn, but I will try the popcorn sometimes. The best way to eat Cheez Its, I have found, is to take the whole cracker into your mouth and crunch it into small pieces, and then spit the pieces back out and eat them one by one. Not only does this keep you from chewing with your mouth full - which is very undignified - but it makes the Cheez It last longer too. Persons tend to just eat MANY CHEEZ ITS AT ONE TIME, THE WHOLE CRACKERS, which is very gross. So I hope whoever searched for this learned how to do it the right way!
5. i love ruffles
I DO NOT LOVE RUFFLES. SOPHIE LOVES RUFFLES. MAYBE SOPHIE SHOULD GET HER OWN BLOG SO PERSONS DO NOT THINK THAT MAN CATS LOVE RUFFLES.
6. very pretty big cats
Hmm. I am not sure what to make of this one. I am HANDSOME, not pretty. But I am big. I guess maybe some girl persons might think I am pretty if they did not know I was a man cat. I think that this is probably okay.
7. cat is very stinky
Yes. Sophie is very stinky. I hope that if you use this to find my blog, you understand that I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
8. chiwahwahs
As you might know if you have been reading my blog for awhile, before I came to live with my Person, I roamed the streets with a gang of chiwahwahs. I was their leader, because chiwahwahs are VERY small and they needed a big man to defend them. I wonder if some of my old chiwahwah friends were looking for me! If so, hi guys! I am good and still big.
9. lyrics a big man like you gosh dem
...I am not sure what this means, innernets. I am a big man. I can rap. But I do not think I have ever posted my rap lyrics here. Maybe this person was looking for inspirayshun for a rap song about a big man. Make sure to send it to me when you are done!
10. my cat is a real man
I am a real man TOO! Maybe your cat and I should get to know each other. I am always looking for new man cats to be friends with!
11. cat what makes the scared
Hmm. This is a very good question. I do not really get scared, ever. Sophie gets scared a LOT. Things that scare Sophie: the door opening, when I go Out There, when persons pick her up, loud noises, when my Person cleans the poop boxes, persons she doesn't know...these are just a few. There are MANY things that can scare Sophie cats. I hope this answers your question.
12. wet hots
Sometimes I do get wet, because I like to drink water from the fawsit, and when I stick my head under there my whisker humps and my face get wet. And I HATE THE HOTS. THE HOTS MAKE ME VERY GROUCHY. And sometimes the hots can be wet too! My blog was probably exactly what this person was looking for.
13. dogs pikchurs
THIS IS A CAT BLOG. THE ONLY PICTURE OF A DOG THAT IS HERE IS THAT DOG THAT STAYED IN MY PARTMENT WITHOUT ASKING MY PERMISSION FIRST. HE WAS VERY HAPPY. BECAUSE HE THOUGHT THAT I WAS HIS TOY. YOU ARE IN THE WRONG PLACE!!!!!
I hope you have enjoyed my Thursday Thirteen post. And that, if you have found my blog by searching the innernets, you found what you were looking for. Feel free to email me if you need more help!
Friday, September 07, 2007
Fashun Show Friday!!!
HI!!! I ARE SOPHIE!!!! I are here to do a FASHUN SHOW FRIDAY post!!! I have been meening to post pikchurs of me in my byootiful sun dress for a VARY long tyme, but the nyce laydee has not been aybul to help me until now. I can blog all by myself but I need her to do the pikchurs. She is VARY bizzy, so I am glad she is helping me now!!!!
The nyce laydee bought me my sun dress to ware during the summer. It is vary light and summery!!!!
Here I are relacksing in my dress. As yoo can see it makes my VARY happy to ware it!!!!!
I lyke my sun dress becuz it matches my socks, and I think it looks vary nyce with my ornj furs!!!
Here I are from the side:
The straps are vary dayntee which is nyce becuz I are VARY small!!!!!
When I am waring my sun dress, I lyke to sit in the sun!!!!
Also, today is the birfday of the scayree laydee who loves me a LOT who yoost to live with us. She is vary scayree becuz she gets VARY acited when she sees me, and she lykes to touch my feets. But she is also VARY nyce, so I wunted to say happy birfday!!!! And here is a pikchur of me and one of my feets. But pleez do not try to touch it!!!!!
I hope yoo all lyke my sun dress and the pikchur of me and my feets!!!!! My sun dress makes me feel VARY pretty.
Thank yoo Kismet for letting me blog!!!!!!!
The nyce laydee bought me my sun dress to ware during the summer. It is vary light and summery!!!!
Here I are relacksing in my dress. As yoo can see it makes my VARY happy to ware it!!!!!
I lyke my sun dress becuz it matches my socks, and I think it looks vary nyce with my ornj furs!!!
Here I are from the side:
The straps are vary dayntee which is nyce becuz I are VARY small!!!!!
When I am waring my sun dress, I lyke to sit in the sun!!!!
Also, today is the birfday of the scayree laydee who loves me a LOT who yoost to live with us. She is vary scayree becuz she gets VARY acited when she sees me, and she lykes to touch my feets. But she is also VARY nyce, so I wunted to say happy birfday!!!! And here is a pikchur of me and one of my feets. But pleez do not try to touch it!!!!!
I hope yoo all lyke my sun dress and the pikchur of me and my feets!!!!! My sun dress makes me feel VARY pretty.
Thank yoo Kismet for letting me blog!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
My Big Advenchur
Innernets, I have not been able to blog lately, because my Person is so busy using the compyooter to do things for Brad Skool, and then when she was done with Brad Skool for 4 days I thought I would FINALLY get the compyooter back, but then she crashed her moovable masheen and had to use the compyooter to figure out how to get the moovable masheen to be not sick anymore, and she was REAL upset so I had to be on man cat alert, and then I was all set to blog YESTERDAY, when I GOT LOCKED OUT OF THE PARTMENT.
We live close to the ground now - in Brooklyn we lived high up - so now when persons open the door sometimes I run Out There. I do not ever go very far. I just like to eats the grass and explore in the backyard. And my Person sometimes just follows me around to make sure that I do not leave to pick up the laydees or find my chiwahwah gang, and it is fine. But YESTERDAY, my Person was taking the moovable masheen to the doctor, and when the door opened, it was a big smelly man.
Now, since I am a big dude living with all GIRLS, normally I am very excited to have other mans around. Like my friend Ted who took me outside on my leash, or that person who used to live with my Person's boyfrend Joe, who told me many times that he thought I was a bobcat. But THIS guy was not even interested in me at all, and when he opened the door and I ran outside, he just LET ME GO.
At first I thought this was so great. Because I got to get away from Sophie for awhile, and eat lots of grass and explore and make sure that there was nothing vishus Out There waiting to eat my foods or attack my Person. And also to see if there are other foods hiding Out There, or maybe other cats, because there could be. You never know.
But eventually, I started to get kind of HOTS. I don't know if you remember, innernets, but I DO NOT SO MUCH LIKE THE HOTS, and I am a big guy, and I am kind of hairy, and I was outside for MANY HOWRS, and it just got VERY HOTS.
So when my Person came back in a DIFFERENT moovable masheen, she got owt and I ran over and mraw mraw mraw'd. And she said, "what are you doing out here??" And then she got REAL MAD. Not at me, because I am her big guy, but at that big smelly man, who I guess was there to fix some stuff in the partment, which is just dumb, because I AM A BIG MAN AND I CAN FIX THESE THINGS. So she scooped me up and gave me lots of smooches and called me a very good boy for not running away - as if I would leave the place where the FOODS is - and took me back inside. And I found the coolest place in the whole partment to lay down and recover from my big advenchur.
Which is in the front closet.
Anyway, while I was getting cool, my Person got BACK on the compyooter and there was a email from the man who owns the partment. And he said that the reepareman had let me out and tried to find me but he couldn't, and that he hoped I would come back home. And that was it. MY PERSON WAS REAL MAD AT HIM!!!!! But she couldn't say anything to him because he owns the partment.
So, she gave me lots of treats instead.
Then Sophie started to get scared that I was not really ME but just another stray cat who LOOKS like me. And I didn't want my Person to think that too so I made sure to do lots of Kismet moves last night, like throwing lots of things off of the tables and mrawing REAL LOUD to get fed REAL EARLY in the morning. And growling at Sophie. I think Sophie is still scared - she is usually scared of SOMETHING - but I am pretty sure that my Person knows that I am me, because she told me my feets are real big a few times already today.
Anyway, the moral of the story is to not trust the big smelly men in your partments. And be careful of the HOTS! And never forget where your foods lives.
We live close to the ground now - in Brooklyn we lived high up - so now when persons open the door sometimes I run Out There. I do not ever go very far. I just like to eats the grass and explore in the backyard. And my Person sometimes just follows me around to make sure that I do not leave to pick up the laydees or find my chiwahwah gang, and it is fine. But YESTERDAY, my Person was taking the moovable masheen to the doctor, and when the door opened, it was a big smelly man.
Now, since I am a big dude living with all GIRLS, normally I am very excited to have other mans around. Like my friend Ted who took me outside on my leash, or that person who used to live with my Person's boyfrend Joe, who told me many times that he thought I was a bobcat. But THIS guy was not even interested in me at all, and when he opened the door and I ran outside, he just LET ME GO.
At first I thought this was so great. Because I got to get away from Sophie for awhile, and eat lots of grass and explore and make sure that there was nothing vishus Out There waiting to eat my foods or attack my Person. And also to see if there are other foods hiding Out There, or maybe other cats, because there could be. You never know.
But eventually, I started to get kind of HOTS. I don't know if you remember, innernets, but I DO NOT SO MUCH LIKE THE HOTS, and I am a big guy, and I am kind of hairy, and I was outside for MANY HOWRS, and it just got VERY HOTS.
So when my Person came back in a DIFFERENT moovable masheen, she got owt and I ran over and mraw mraw mraw'd. And she said, "what are you doing out here??" And then she got REAL MAD. Not at me, because I am her big guy, but at that big smelly man, who I guess was there to fix some stuff in the partment, which is just dumb, because I AM A BIG MAN AND I CAN FIX THESE THINGS. So she scooped me up and gave me lots of smooches and called me a very good boy for not running away - as if I would leave the place where the FOODS is - and took me back inside. And I found the coolest place in the whole partment to lay down and recover from my big advenchur.
Which is in the front closet.Anyway, while I was getting cool, my Person got BACK on the compyooter and there was a email from the man who owns the partment. And he said that the reepareman had let me out and tried to find me but he couldn't, and that he hoped I would come back home. And that was it. MY PERSON WAS REAL MAD AT HIM!!!!! But she couldn't say anything to him because he owns the partment.
So, she gave me lots of treats instead.
Then Sophie started to get scared that I was not really ME but just another stray cat who LOOKS like me. And I didn't want my Person to think that too so I made sure to do lots of Kismet moves last night, like throwing lots of things off of the tables and mrawing REAL LOUD to get fed REAL EARLY in the morning. And growling at Sophie. I think Sophie is still scared - she is usually scared of SOMETHING - but I am pretty sure that my Person knows that I am me, because she told me my feets are real big a few times already today.
Anyway, the moral of the story is to not trust the big smelly men in your partments. And be careful of the HOTS! And never forget where your foods lives.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Man Cat Monday
My favorite place to lay is on the back of the couch. I stretch out, which means I take up a LOT of space because I am VERY long, and I let my paws dangle, and I put my head down. It is very comfy. I call it my cat yoga, because there are certain poses that I do. When I do my yoga, my Person says that I look like a little sea lion.
PERSONALLY I do not see the resemblance. I am a very big man cat, and these sea lions do not seem very vishus. But, I did name some of my yoga poses after the sea lions, because you are supposed to name yoga poses after animals.
This is forward-facing sea lion:
This is backward-facing sea lion:
Man cat lives are very stressful and it is important to do things like sea lion yoga to de-stress. Give it a try the next time you are stressed out, like from maybe NOT GETTING THE FOODS WHEN YOU WANT THE FOODS or having SMALL ORNJ CATS ATTACK YOUR TAIL WHICH IS NOT A TOY. It helps!
PERSONALLY I do not see the resemblance. I am a very big man cat, and these sea lions do not seem very vishus. But, I did name some of my yoga poses after the sea lions, because you are supposed to name yoga poses after animals.
This is forward-facing sea lion:
This is backward-facing sea lion:
Man cat lives are very stressful and it is important to do things like sea lion yoga to de-stress. Give it a try the next time you are stressed out, like from maybe NOT GETTING THE FOODS WHEN YOU WANT THE FOODS or having SMALL ORNJ CATS ATTACK YOUR TAIL WHICH IS NOT A TOY. It helps!
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