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Postcard From Hell

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Meowllo everypawdy, you are not gonna believe what happened last week. Me’s loungin’ ‘round just tremblin’ under da chair enjoyin’ da rains and thunder and mommy brings in a postcard and says it’s fur me. Well let me tell ya’, me luvs to get mail, so me couldn’t wait fur mommy to read it to me. Da front had these cutesy fotos of kitties and doggies, so me could only ‘magine good things. Maybe me had won a lifetime supply of noms. Or better yet, a lifetime supply of freeze dried chicken breast treats. Those chunks of white meat chicken are so yummy, me can taste ‘em now. (looks off dreamily and licks lips) Anyways, me ask mommy to read it to me.

Dezi cocks head to the side in thought
What’s it say mommy?

Big mistake furiends. Ifin ya’ get a postcard in da mail with cutesy kitties and doggies on it…throw it out, tear it up, rip it to shreds, eat it, just do somethin’ with it befur da peeps get a chance to see it. It’s da postcard from hell. Dat stinky ‘ole VET had da nerve to send me a card tellin’ me to tell mommy to call them up and make a ‘pointment fur me to get poked and purrodded. Can you believe dat? Me’s respawnse to dat postcard? Sure thing doctor C me will get right on dat. Me can’t wait to be manhandled and jabbed. Me’s gonna tell mommy to make dat call ASAP. Yeah, right. What’s up with them? Do they think me actually likes them? Do me’s hisses and growls not tell them clear ‘nuff dat me doesn’t enjoy me’s time there? Me told mommy dat she could just throw dat out and ignore it all together.

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Give me dat postcard, me will rip it to shreds.

But alas, mommy had da nerve to call over to da VETs office and schedule an appointment. Me has to find some place to hide or else me will be getting’ assaulted Fursday meownin’. Dat’s right, me’s ‘pointment is Fursday at 11 o’clock. Me may just have to give da VET da ‘ole whacky paw so he’ll get da message and not be sendin’ anymore of those cutesy postcards. Me hopes your day goes better than me’s day. As you’ve purrobably figgered out by now, we’re way behind on our visitin’. Just wait, you’ll find out ‘zactly why later this week. And hopefully things will get back to normal soon. Seems mommy’s monthly doctor’s ‘pointment is Wednesday, and of course there’s all this lease re-certification stuffs mommy has to get together, so we’s plannin’ a big ketch up with you all this weekend and when we can durin’ da week. Seems June is a really busy month fur us. Me’s gonna wrap it up now, da lawn crew just showed up. Kittens!!! And it’s only miserable Monday. So much fur me’s nappin’ and strollin’ plans. Mommy, ifin ya’ need me, me will be UTB. 

Dezi laying on svratcher
Oh cats, da lawn crew’s here. There goes me’s nap.

Remember, be suspicious of all cutesy animal postcards addressed to us furries. It’s most likely da postcard from hell.

Till da next time…………………………………….Be Blest!!!

Do you get reminder notices from your VET?

Do you (your kitty) like your VET?

 

 

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Dezi

What Are The Expectations Of A Neighbor

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Meowllo everypawdy da week is half over. Me how time flies. Readin’ through da comments and such me realized me’s not been real clear ‘bout who exactly mr. W is to mommy and me. We furget dat a lot of ya’ didn’t know us a couple years ago when we started out on Facebook, and so sometimes we need to take a minute to re-explain some things. Especially considerin’ what’s goin’ on now. What’s goin’ on now you ask? Well let me tell ya’.

 Dezi close up on arm of chair

As ya’ know mr. W had wanted mommy to take him his fone and she had agreed but only ifin she was usin’ his car. So after mommy’s doctor’s appointment Monday and durin’ da storms, she decided to take his fone over to him. Somethin’ she started regrettin’ furst thing yesfurday meownin’ when our fone started ringin’ non stop with mr. W barkin’ orders on our answerin’ machine. Mommy furbade me to answer da fone, and well, since me doesn’t really like mr. W me was happy to oblige.

As you also know, with all these storms and just me to help her, mommy’s getting’ ‘round really slow these days. So mommy had planned to call mr. W back after she got ‘round a bit. So there me was, peacefully eatin’ me’s brekky, and mommy was havin’ some coffee when all of a sudden one of da neighbors came up da walk. Now mind you she’s on a walker, and it purrobably took her 30 minutes to get to our apartment from hers, but there she was. Mommy went to da door and da neighbor said, “mr. W told me to come and tell you to…”. Da dot, dot, dots doesn’t matter cuz mommy stopped her and told her thank you and dat she would talk to mr. W herself. Me could see da steam comin’ outta mommy’s ears. We already had 11 messages from mr. W tellin’ her to do everythin’ this poor neighbor lady had been sent down to tell mommy to do. And just 2 days earlier mommy had gotten on to him fur orderin’ her around and here he was doin’ it again. And worse, he was wranglin’ others into doin’ it too.

Dezi yawning, Are we ever going for a stroll?

MOL Yous gonna get it now mr. W. Hold onto your shorts.

 

So, mommy came back over and sat down and told me to finish me’s brekky and she picked up da fone and quietly dialed da nummer. When mr. W picked up on da other end, mommy calmly but assertively said, “You need to Quit bossin’ me around!!! I’m NOT your girlfriend, I’m NOT your wife, I’m NOT your daughter, I’m NOT your mother, I AM your Neighbor. I’m the one you sucker into takin’ care of Buddy because you know I won’t let an animal suffer. But, and that’s a big BUT, I’m NOT your personal servant. I’m a human being with a life of my own and problems of my own and I deserve some respect.

 

 

I am having to go up to your apartment to take care of Buddy several times a day, while still taking care of my own, and all the other things I have goin’ on as well. If you had wheelchair repair people comin’ out today, they shoulda been who you were callin’ first thing this morning and not me. I can’t see the front of your apartment from mine or your parking lot and I’m not gonna go sit in your filthy apartment and wait on somebody that may or may not show up. And it isn’t my job to do your laundry. I can tell you exactly where your kids are. They’re not answering their phones because you wanna talk to them the way you talk to me, and that’s not acceptable.” And then mommy got quiet. She says mr. W said, he had to go cuz they were there fur his bath, so they hung up. No apawlogy, or nothin’. It’s been peaceful since then, cuz when mommy tells mr. W he has to be nice and ask and say purrlease and thank you, he always gets mad and we don’t hear from him fur a few days till he realizes nopawdy else is gonna take his calls or help him out. Sometimes mommy be too nice me thinks.

Now, fur those of ya dat think mommy was harsh, let me splain a bit more. Mr. W is our neighbor. There’s no way he will ever be anythin’ more. And ifin mommy was fallin’ off a cliff, he wouldn’t lend her a hand lessen he thought he might benefit from it somehow. Ifin he makes an offer to help mommy out, it’s cuz he wants mommy to do somethin’ fur him. So as nice as mommy is, she doesn’t feel da least bit bad ‘bout makin’ mr. W mad by tellin’ him to treat her with some respect. And fur those of ya’ confused ‘bout who mr. W is, we hope this clears dat up fur ya’. He’s just one of our 22 neighbors.

Buddy looking straight into camera in sit pose
Yeah I know I’m cute. But I am a meany too.

Da question also arose askin’ ifin Buddy could come and stay with us while mr. W was away. Da answer is no. Buddy isn’t a very furiendly kitty and he’s always been an only kitty. He’s also not so very nice to mommy. He tries to swat her at least twice every time she goes up there. Fur most of Buddy’s life his exposure to mommy has been fur claw clippin’ and medicatin’; 2 things he hates. So he kinda treats mommy da same way he does da VET. And of course we are still lookin’ fur me a new sisfur and helper. So there’s no way Buddy can come and stay with us.

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Me’s gonna wrap it up fur now, mommy needs to go and feed Buddy. Don’t furget to enter me’s give away here.

How do you feel about being ordered around by others?

Would you have said anything mommy didn’t say?

Would you expect your neighbor to take care of your pets and household as well as bringing you things to the hospital every day for free.

 

 

Till da next time…………………………Be Blest!!!

 

 

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Dezi

Dezi lays on the top of the Liberty cat tree

A Brief Summary Of Why Mommy Needs Service Cats

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Dezi lays on the top of the Liberty cat tree

Mommy, me thought spring was here. Why is it so cold and stormin’ out?

 

Spring is here Dezi. But April in Oklahoma is windy, chilly and stormy. And we may still get a freeze before it’s all over.

A FUREEZE? But mommy, me wants da sun to come out so we can go fur a stroll.

Dezi lays in the stroller waiting to go out
Let’s g fur a stroll mommy.

I know baby. Trust me, we’ll take plenty of strolls when the weather warms up.

Dezi tries to nap in the stroller
Me’s gonna wait right here.

Okay mommy, thank you. Ya’ know a while back a couple of me’s new furiends asked why you needed Service kitties. Me told them we would write a posty ‘bout it and then lots of things happened dat we needed to write ‘bout  and so we never got ‘round to ‘splainin’ anythin’ to them.

I know baby, maybe we can give them a little over view today.

Dat would be pawsum mommy. And then when me’s new sisfur and helper gets here they can read all ‘bout us trainin’ her. Me can’t wait to meet her.

Me either sweety. I sure hope she finds us soon.

Anyways, a long time ago now, you had car accident dat left you disabled, right?

That’s right.

You had lots of nerve and muscle damage; and cuz of it lots of times you don’t have any feelin’ in your extremities. And you have a blood clot on your brain dat makes you have migraines all da time.

Well sort of honey. The blood clot is just one of the reasons I have migraines. 

 Dezi lays in the wheelchair

Well, okay. Anyways, you have lots of pain and have to take medicines to control it. And when we go to sleep at night those medicines wear off and you get all stiff and stuck in pawsition; so you can’t move in da meownings. So dat’s why you need massages to get your body and muscles warmed up and movin’. And cuz you need to visit da pawdee box room when you wake up, you need me to drive your wheelchair so you can pull yourself onto da, well, you know. And ya’ never know when da pain or da pinched nerves or whatever is gonna cause you to pass out and go fallin’ to da ground. Me knows tho’ and you need me to tell ya’ so you don’t have to fall all da way to da floor.

I sure do baby. I really appreciate you letting me know. That floor sure is hard and an awful long way down. And for a migraine. there’s nothing in the world better than a purring kitty giving a massage. It’s so relaxing and helps so much.

Oh mommy me luvs givin’ you a massage. Me sometimes gets so happy me drools a little. But on with me’s duties. You also pass out in da shower a lot. Somethin’ to do with those nerve things, right? Anyways, a peep can drown in as little as 2 inches of water. So it’s really purrtant to keep your head outta da flow of da shower. And you’re not very graceful mommy. Lots of times you lose your balance and fall. Ifin you was to ever be hurt really bad and couldn’t get to da fone, you would need somepawdy to call da ambulance to help you. Even with a helper me can’t stop da bleedin’ or patch ya’ up.

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Well baby you summed it up pretty good. Now why don’t we end with something positive today.

New Betta fish swimming in his aquarium
Say hey to Dougie me’s fishy

Dat’s a great idea mommy. Me knows everypawdy wants to know what me decided to call me’s fishy. There was a lot of great names suggested by ya’ll. And fur da record me had already tried to name him brekky, lunch or dinner, and mommy sed no. She sed dat was worse than callin’ him fishy. Anyways, me’s furiends over at J-Cats made a really cool suggestion. They live in Israel and sed da Hebrew word fur fish is “Dag” purrnounced Doug. So me’s gonna call him Dougie. Dat way me’s still callin’ him fishy, Dougie just sounds better. So there ya’ have it. Me knows me hit ya’ with several reviews in a row, but dat’s what happens when ya’ take time off. As me sed earlier, it’s stormin’ here, so we will be ‘round to visit as soon as we can.

Do you like to give/get massages (make biscuits) 

Till da next time…………………………….Be Blest!!!

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Dezi 

Dezi sitting on the toilet

Mommy Where’s Sissy

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Well as you can see by me’s title, today me will talk ’bout me’s grief. Afur me gets started me wants to pawlogize fur not visitin’ fur a couple days. Mommy had to get ready fur da big inspection yesfurday and was totally exhausted at da end of each day. Hopefully it’s all over now and we can get back to da business of livin’ and visitin’. So now let’s get to it.  

 Dezi poses for the camera from the arm of the chair

March 7, 2016: Sis Lexi had been feelin’ a little unner da weather and me had been spendin’ a lot of time with her back on da bed tryin’ to comfurt her. She had begun to do ’nuffin’ but sleep all day and all night. She wuld only get up to go to da pawdee box or get a drink. Mommy would carry her to da kitchen at meal times in da hopes of gettin’ her to eat sumthin’. Often mommy would open three to four different foods afur sissy would finally take a few bites and not spit it back out. Dat night after dinner, me sensed sumthin’ had changed with sissy. So when she crawled back up da steps to da bed, me followed her and gave her a quick bath and some luv and then returned to da livin’ room to be with mommy. Me mewed a quiet mew and settled in. Dat wuld be me’s last mommy mew fur over a week. Mommy seemed to sense dat sumthin’ was up too, cuz she started cryin’ when she saw me jump up on da cat tree and settle in fur an after dinner nap.  

 Dezi poses atop the Liberty cat tree

March 8, 2016: Sissy still helped me with mommy but she was gettin’ ’round really slow. Me needed her help, but me mostly ignored her. Mommy continued to carry sissy to da kitchen fur meals; hopin’ to get her to eat. And me? Me continued to ignore her. Mommy laid with sis Lexi and cried and begged her to eat, and purrayed fur God to help her. Each time mommy would get sissy to swallow a little bite of food, sissy would make herself throw it back up. And mommy would cry even harder. Me laid on da top of da cat tree tryin’ not to notice what was goin’ on. Me didn’t really unnerstand why mommy was cryin’ so much and tryin’ to force sissy to eat. Me had already sed “see ya” cuz me knew sissy wasn’t well and me didn’t know why mommy didn’t know dat. When we went to bed dat night mommy purrayed really hard fur sissy and asked God and sissy to give her a sign. She told sissy how much she loved and needed her but dat she didn’t want sissy to suffer needlessly. Finally mommy cried herself to sleep with sissy massagin’ her head.  

 Dezi on the cat tree moping

March 9,2016: Sis Lexi kuldn’t keep her balance when she tried to stand, and she continued to refuse to eat. Mommy cried and couldn’t stop cryin’. She purrayed and asked God and sissy to let her know what to do. And sissy pulled herself into mommys lap and put her head down and mewed quietly and started to purr. Da well walls broke and mommy started sobbin’ so hard her body was shakin’, and she told sissy she unnerstood. When mommy got home me knew she was alone and dat sumthin’ was different, me just didn’t really know what. Me snuggled with mommy and tried to keep da tears on her face wiped up with me’s paws, but there was just too many of them. Me and mommy both furgot all ’bout dinner till really late. But even when mommy fixed me’s plate, me didn’t eat. Neither of us wanted to sleep dat night and so we didn’t. Every time me would nod off, me would jerk meself awake again til dawn’s light finally broke thru da darkness.  

 Dezi laying on the bed in Lexi's old spot grieving

March 10, 2016: With da light of a new day, mommy gave me breakfast and as always fixed sis Lexi a plate too. But da plate went uneaten as all da plates in da last few days. Mommy just stood there lookin’ at it and cryin’. Both os us finally gave in to da exhaustion and laid back in mommy’s lift recliner fur a short nap. We didn’t sleep very good, but we did get a little rest. We had a big inspection comin’ up so mommy tried to busy herself with cleanin’. She picked up all da piddle pads dat had been all over da floors and da bed and threw them out. After vacuumin’ she didn’t put them all back down. Me watched from a distance and mommy sez me’s face looked puzzled. Mommy then tore all da linens off da bed to wash and put new ones on it. She also washed up da blankets, throws and comfurter. Sissy had thrown up and peed on them da day befur. When mommy finally got da bed all made up me climbed da steps and smelled it. Me looked back at mommy and then da bed several times befur returnin’ to da cat tree. When dinner time came, me was hungry after not eatin’ a couple of meals, so me ate everythin’ in me’s plate and asked fur more. Mommy sez she thought at dat point me was okay. Me’s here to tell you, she was Wrong. We went to bed dat night but me was a little uneasy. Things didn’t look or smell da same. But me cuddled up next to me’s quietly cryin’ mommy and we both drifted off to sleep.

 Dezi laying on the bed

March 11, 2016: After a restless night it was time to help mommy get up so she could make me brekky. Me started mommy’s massage as usual, but sis Lexi wasn’t there to help. When mommy could finally move a little me got into da wheelchair and started lookin’ round fur sissy. Me couldn’t see her anywhere, so me started callin’ out fur her. Me mewed and mewed but she never answered. After ’bout 30 minutes me jumped down and ran to da pawdee box room to see ifin she was in there. Me couldn’t see her, so me went to da livin’ room and climbed to da top of da cat tree look fur her. Mommy kept hollerin’ fur me and cryin’. Me finally gave up and went back to help mommy. After a bit of brekky me went back to lookin’ fur sissy. After a few hours of not hearin’ or seein’ me mommy came lookin’ fur me. She found me layin’ in front of da washin’ machine and tryn’ to see unner it. A long time ago sissy got stuck behind da washer and any time me couldn’t find her, dat’s da furst place me looked. Well of course mommy started cryin’ again and picked me up and took me to sit down with her. She went on and on ’bout how sissy went to heaven and wasn’t comin’ back, and dat she was lookin’ fur me a new helper, but me didn’t really unnerstand anythin’ she was sayin’. Me just wanted her to look fur sissy with me. And as soon as me could get loose, me was goin’ back to stand guard at da washer. Me was sure ifin she would just get on da washer and look behind it, she would see sissy. Me returned to me’s post at da washer several times over da next couple of days, but mommy never looked behind it. All she did was stare at me and cry.  

 Dezi staring under the washer and dryer

As me sed, me continued searchin’ fur sissy and mewin’ fur her fur days. Eatin’ only a small amount at each meal and sleepin’ more offen then not. Mommy tried playin’ every game me likes but me just wasn’t innerested. Me’s been a little jumpy and nervous and uncertain ’bout just ’bout everything. Even normal sounds make me jump a little. Me even attacked mommys legs a couple of times out of furustration. Me scratched her leg up purretty good. She knew me didn’t mean it and never even hollered at me.  

Dezi staring under the washer and dryer

Mommy, me knows she’s here. Ifin you will just look, you will see.

 

March 18, 2016: Today marked da furst day since sissy left dat me didn’t spend any time lookin’ fur her. And after usin’ da pawdee box, me mewed fur mommy to clean it out. Mommy seemed thrilled to hear me holler fur her to clean da pawdee box. Da once tedious job now seemed to delight her. Me only mewed fur pawdee box cleanings, but mommy seemed to be happy. Over da next few days me got a little chattier and seemed a little less nervous. Of course inspection day had me on edge as usual, but mommy sez me bounced back after all da excitement was over. Me still has moments of lookin’ fur sissy, but mommy sez once she gets me a helper and a playmate dat will disappear. Me will always member and luv sissy, me just won’t search fur her any more.

 Dezi on the vanity in the bathroom

While me didn’t act out or develop any “bad habits”, it’s not uncommon fur grievin’ pets to urinate outside of da litterbox or in da case of doggies, in da house. Altho’ not eatin’ is a sign of grief, ‘member, kitties cannot fast. If your kitty stops eatin’ fur more than 2 days, their body and vital organs can sustain irrepurrable damage. This condition is called Feline Hepatic Lipidosis which you can read about by clicking on it. Me didn’t mew much but your pet may become very vocal. Sleeping and general lethargy, loss of innerest in their favorite toys and treats may also be a sign of grief in your pet. Your pet may or may not search fur their missing house mate, but rest assured they feel da loss and don’t completely unnerstand what’s goin’ on. Extra luv and cuddles from you will help your grieving pet as much as it will help you. Adding a new pet, will also help distract and take the mind off da loss. You can NEVER replace da life or luv of your beloved pet, but you can open your heart and luv another. Sometimes it helps to get a new pet who looks nuffin’ like da one you lost. A good thing to ‘member, is dat when getting an anipal who looks identical to da one you lost is, dat da new furry has his/her own purrsonality and should have their own name, and be loved fur their uniqueness. Again, you CANNOT replace da furry you lost. To celebrate their uniqueness, buy them a new toy or food bowl. Mommy has little boxes fur each of her lost fur babies dat contains a favorite toy, dish, nip mat, collar or whatever. Sissy adored da nip mat awnty Ellen made fur us and now it resides in her memory box along with her favorite nip toys, a few whiskers dat had fallen out (mommy saves everyone she finds) and a tuft of fur mommy cut off befur sissy left us. There is no set way fur any of us to grieve, and there’s no set time on how long it’s gunna take. And to answer da question you wanna ask but won’t, yes, we’s had to delete “and Lexi” on just ’bout every comment we’s made. 

Dezi sitting on the toilet

C’mon mommy, where’s sissy hidin’?

 

On da inspection front, we sat ’round all day watchin’ and waitin’ and nuffin’. Finally da vice purresident of da management company dat mommy had worked with after da flood dropped by to check on us and sed our ‘partment wasn’t chosen fur inspection. Mommy figgers it’s cuz da lady from Rural Development spent so much time in our ‘partment befur, durin’ and after da flood incident, da managers harassment and all, dat she knows mommy keeps da ‘partment clean and legal and reports any purroblems purromptly. And ifin anythin’ was amiss, she would’ve already heard from mommy. So altho’ we’s good dat our ‘partment wasn’t chosen, we was furustrated dat mommy nearly killed herself over da last little bit gettin’ things in order. Anyways, there ya’ have it. Mommy and me are gonna be okay. It’s just gonna take a little time to get everythin’ back to what we call normal. And ifin anypawdy in our area knows of sum girly kitties in need of a home, purrlease let us know. Me really needs help and mommy and me both need sumkitty to focus our extra luv on. As we try to do every week. we’s joinin’ Rascal and Rocco fur da Pet Parade. And Lexi’s last post is up at da Daily Mews. Mommy and me also want you all to know dat sissy’s ashes be back home where she belongs. Mommy went to pick her up yesfurday.   

Till da next time……………………………….Be Blest!!!

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Dezi