30 June 2010
She's gained 1 pound 10 ounces!!! That's a 26.3% gain from her original body weight!
Sammi said she'd weigh well over 8 pounds if she had all her legs. Even though she's gained quite a bit of weight, she still feels thin. I don't want her to be too heavy and put extra strain on her one front leg, but I wouldn't mind if she managed to get to 8 pounds. I think that would be a healthy weight for her naturally thin body type. Also, she's still not completely healthy due to inflammatory bowel disease, but we've made huge improvements in that situation and we've been able to keep her system well controlled with medication and a strict grain-free diet.
26 June 2010
Oscar was run over by farm equipment and his hind paws were amputated. Vets put little peg implants in his remaining leg bone. Later, "paws" were attached so he could walk. Not only could he walk, he tried to climb the first day he had his new paws!
There's a great video on BBC news showing Oscar walking on his new paw "attachments" very shortly after waking up from sedation. The bone implants had been done earlier and already healed but it's amazing how quickly he was able to walk on his new feet. What's also uplifting is the obvious joy shown by the surgeon. There's an article on CatChannel with more photos.
The medical progress being made with animals is amazing. I've seen photos of a parrot and a cow with prosthetic legs. Now a cat. It's not a financial option for 99.9 percent of owners, and I'm sure it's not medically possible for many animals. Maybe someday it will be a realistic option for more owners whose pets would benefit from prosthetics.
21 June 2010
In winter, my window seat is a fantastic location for a nap because there's a warm blast of air that comes up from the heater vent to keep me toasty warm.
I wrote earlier that having only 3 legs made it hard for me to jump down, so mom and dad added an upside-down wicker basket with a wooden base for me to use as a step.
Everything was perfect until summer arrived and the air conditioner came on. I was getting a very COLD blast air up my window seat. No kitty wants to sit in a blast of cold air, especially since the idea is to sit in a warm, sunny window.
Something had to be done.
20 June 2010
Sammi doesn't play chase the ribbon because it's too hard for her to run very far. So mom wiggles the ribbon right in front of her and "helps" Sammi catch it with her one front paw.
19 June 2010
Mom and dad spent two hours at the shelter today playing with the little boy I mentioned in my last post. That's 6 hours they've spent with him over the last week. He's a real cutie, but mom wants a cuddler and he wasn't convincing her that he fit the bill. Whew! We were whisker-close to having a little bother (that's not a typo).
Mom decided that the benefits of bringing a third kitty into our home wasn't worth the risks. Sure, he might fit in and provide extra love and entertainment. But Sammi doesn't always appreciate me being in the same house, so how is she going to act towards a 4 month old kitty? And I've been so territorial and unpleasant towards most other kitties I see that mom & dad can't be sure that I wouldn't attack the little beastie. Sure, it might make a good playmate, but it may be just as good as target for my aggressions.
In the end, mom decided their time would be best spent playing with me and Sammi and developing our barely-there sisterly love towards each other.
And just so you think I'm not totally ungrateful for my forever home, I will allow mom to spend time volunteering at the shelter and giving the homeless kitties her attention. I just don't want any of them coming home with her. The only thing I want coming home is more fish that jump out of the tank. Mmmmm, sushi.
18 June 2010
I admit I made it very clear that I disliked the other cat they tried to adopt. What they didn't know is that I picked up on its bad-kitty vibes and knew it didn't like dogs. Sure enough, the new cat made a serious attempt to attack my super-mellow Golden Retriever brother Bentley so kitty had to go back to the SPCA so it could find a family without a dog.
We know we were lucky to be adopted from the shelter and that there are many kitties who need homes. But we like our home just the way it is. Sammi and I have worked out agreements about who sleeps where, who owns which scratcher, who owns the crinkle paper (Sammi), who owns the front window perch (Sammi), who owns mom's bed (Sammi), who owns the front bedroom (me), who owns the closet (me), who owns the highest perch (me - because Sammi can't get up and down safely). We don't want to figure it all out again if a third kitty comes into our home.
Please help us send "no third kitty" ESP to our mom. That kitty boy hasn't been adopted yet and the shelter is just 10 minutes away, so there's still a chance that she'll change her mind again and go snuggle it. And you know kitty moms, once they start worrying about a cat or thinking up names for it, chances are pretty good it's coming home.
We are willing to make room for another hamster, so send "get a rodent" ESP our way!
15 June 2010
We think Mr. Goby should have had a little more cautious attitude, or at least have been a little less adventurous, because Mr. Goby is no more.
A funny thing happened the other day. Raven ran over towards the coral tank as if to play with something. Being a playful girl I didn't give it much thought other than to wonder why she was running over there since I didn't see any toys. Oh well, maybe an imaginary toy or a bit of youthful kitty antics. Nothing too unusual.
But the next night we realize Mr. Goby doesn't come out at feeding time. The following day, still no Mr. Goby. Now we're starting to put two and two together and suspect Mr. Goby's disappearance and Raven's playing by the tank were not a coincidence. The circumstantial evidence points towards Raven having helped herself to a fresh fish snack.
- Goby are known jumpers. He may have jumped out of the tank.
- Mr. Goby's body is nowhere to be found.
- Raven ran towards the fish tank, possibly around the time Mr. Goby went missing.
Raven's take: "I'm not admitting anything, but Mr. Goby may have been the best bit of lick-smackin' good fish I've had in a long time. Next time please leave some rice and avocado so I can have a sushi roll."
14 June 2010
13 June 2010
Simon must give off bad kitty vibes because Raven disliked him from the get go. Every time Raven sees Simon, Raven goes on "high alert" and runs around the house in a highly agitated state trying defend her yard from the intruder. A few weeks ago I went out to shoo Simon away and he approached my ankles side-on as if to get a little petting and be friendly, only to turn his rump up towards my ankles as if to spray, then start hissing at me. Clearly, Raven is a good judge of character.
Today, after seeing Simon take a good roll in the dirt and a little stroll through the yard (the photo above), I shooed it away. He was very unappreciative of me reclaiming my territory, and sat on the fence hissing at me before he went back into his own yard. We'll see how long he stays away. I know the dirt patch is enticing Simon in for a good dust bath, so we need to get that lure eliminated. Either that, or motion sensitive sprinklers!
12 June 2010
I'm going to hide in my box.
Oops, my tail is showing.
No one can see me now.
Dad, close the lid! I'm hiding.
I spy Sammi running by.
I have a perfect hiding lookout.
Oh no, Sammi must have heard me.
Sammi, leave me alone. I'm not bothering anyone.
I'm trapped in my hideout and Sammi is going to get me. I better get out.
Can we please sit here nicely together?
Mom saw you bop me first. She knows you're the domineering sister.
Sammi: I bopped you first, and I'll bop you last!
05 June 2010
To our surprise, Sammi also wanted to come outside. On her previous outings she did not enjoy the great outdoors. Maybe she wasn't outside in her first home, or maybe outside is where her leg was injured. We'll never know, but today, she seemed to really enjoy being out, sniffing the grass, and just relaxing. If she continues to enjoy it, I'll have to figure out how to make or modify a harness for her so she can walk around on her own yet still be safely guided around the back yard.
We saw Bunny the Greyhound snoozing under her quilt and remembered this photo of Sammi snoozing in her hidey-bed. Funny how such different critters can enjoy the same thing.
You can see Bunny here it's the second photo in the post.