Sometimes you have one of these weeks where there seems to be no end in sight.  Well it's no different at Maystar HQ. This week has seen Uncle Paul in and out of Hospital after his big operation on his bronchial tubes.  he looks like he has been attacked by a great white shark! Well, that's the story I would tell if I had a wound that big, but come to think of it... I would just be shark bait!

Grand MewMew came up for a visit and stayed the night, I tried to get into her room, but fell for the 'snax' given late at night in the kitchen and forgot all about sleeping in with her! She was great company and even let Lillibet sit on the edge of the table whilst she ate her dinner. That's more than she let me, my reputation precedes me on this subject!

There were people looking at the Charity Litter and three of the kittens are now re-homed. They will leave us in a week or so.  On Friday, they were all neutered and microchipped.  Finally, no more kittens from this little lot in the future to get into trouble.  They were so busy when Momma collected them and they were under strict instructions not to race about- fat chance of that. They were crazy on their return home and even confining them to a small pen made them worse and they were literally climbing the bars to escape!

Momma has been on the Radio as well trying to get the litter re-homed.  There are 2 or 3 to go. Fly, Paw & Trout!!  Who could not love them?  Keep your ears to the ground in case one of your friends is in the market for a new pusser or two.

Momma is meant to be at a SPSCC meeting this morning and she has had to turn back due to torrential rain. Her Yellow Peril Chrysler was not at all happy paddling through the surface water.  ManSlaves car windscreen has a crack in it the whole length this morning too, so there was no swimming to Ayelesbury in that either.  Well, of course, we don't mind, we get her all to ourselves now and the thought of wrapping in a warm blankie with the heating on is much more appealing than watching the rain paste the windows.... Wonder if the Charity Litter may need arm bands?  Well, they have a litter tray, they could float about in that!

Well, I think a little nap is in order, it's been very hectic indeed and I can smell last nights Ribs on the re-heat, so a quick shut eye and then a YAWP fest to get me some piggie ribs.

KS =^..^=
 

Firstly, I would like to wish all my followers a very Happy Easter Sunday and that means ROAST something.  Today was a chook of non heritage, a white meat breeder instead of our usual black leg, but non the less a free range one.  Of course, I Yawped and Yawped until Momma gave in and trimmed fresh juicy bits off for all three of us and fed us all together in a little trio. 

I felt good today on my new meds and thought I could steal a little bit from Lillibet, but she was having none of that and promptly Thwakked me on my head and told me to back off. Faith wondered what all the fuss was about and looked up from her chicken, that's when my paw came out and swiped a piece right from under her sniffer.  Momma poked me in my belly and I did a little hiss at her.  That ensued in a mad chase around the house with me in the lead and then I fell on the bed upstairs and showed my vulnerable undersides for copious amounts of kissing.  When I was suitably recharge with kisses, I raced about the house Yawping and rounding up the CatWomen and making them chase me, the I turned and Thwakked them, Yawped and ran away... as usual, they follow me to the ends of the earth.

I can honestly say that after feeling as sick as a cat on Monday and had me a quickie visit with Simon and he used the FURMOMETER, I decide that I had better feel 100% better or THAT was going to be a regular occurrence!  I was too shocked even to complain that he had done that when Momma said he wouldn't - but sick is sick and FURMOMETERS are needed in such cases.  However, it was concluded that it is a transient side effect of the Atopica medication and I am to revisit in a few weeks to see about reducing the dose and my sickness.

I do feel more like my old self. The naughty, boisterous one! The one who gets into all sorts of trouble and Thwakking competitions and chasing and yawping as well as long purr fests and snuggles with Momma.  I have even been sitting on ManSlave and showing him some love - he is so taken aback that he thinks it's because I love him. He is useful and Momma has been away a few days with Grand Mew Mew and I needed a lap to sit on!

KS =^..^=   

I hate being off coulour and I have had my fair share of it lately.  It's just not good.  Last week my immune system decided that it didn't like me very much and gave me a gigantic sniffer to contend with and now this is the aftermath - a crusty, sore, weeping head, face and neck. My paws have taken a beating too with tender pads and crusty bits inbetween. I don't feel like washing anywhere, I hurt. Where Momma usually plants her kisser on my head, I hurt and duck a little in expected pain. The black bit on the top of my head is lumpy and raised and is no good for kissing.

I am to accompany Faith to see Simon the Vet. Faith has been under the weather - she has never ha a sick day in her life, but seems to just not be herself at all. It's all quite worrying really because on one paw the vets say I am not shedding any virus type things and on another paw Faith is peeky. Oh the shame this crustiness is bringing on the family. Faith isn't helping matters as everytime she goes to the vets, she is 'faking' a temperature - I mean, seriously, as if there isn't enough going on already and she has to up her body heat to stupid amounts making everyone think she is going to pop her clogs. She has had more FURMOMETERES this week than I have had in a life time!  ManSlave purchase a new one and Momma tested her at home - normal. What is going on?  Me thinks she is so stressed with me being out of sorts and hissing and thwakking everyone because I feel so hurty, that she has wound herself up. On top of this, the Parentals are decorating in the house and that is exacerbating everyones conditions.

Well, at least with this sort of thing - I don't need a FURMOMETER and anyone that thinks I do will have another thing coming! 

KS =^..^=  

It all started when Faith let herself out of her eating hut, leaving just enough room for me to squeeze my head and shoulders through the zipper to the Noms! I, of course, ate the crumbs of kibble. Oh dear, what a week I am having.

It wasn't so much the pink tray as the dose of steroids to try and control my skin flare up and my bloated stomach. An allergy ensued to the noms and then I got rhinitis from the allergy as well as skin sores and Momma had to up the dose a tiny bit each day until there was an improvement. That's when my nose was running. At first it could have been my hayfever as some of the blossoms are out, or the food, or the change in weather or the uppage of the steroids? Probably the latter.

I was whisked off to the vets for a double check in case it was more serious, like a polyp. It is essentially my immune system playing tricks with me. It's a constant battle with it to keep me on the straight and narrow. In truth, I hadn't been feeling 'that' good for a few weeks, sort of thinning out and not retaining my food properly and I hadn't stolen anything either, so it was a worry as I was not 'making shapes' in the kitty litter!

I was perhaps a little run down and stressed as the Parentals have not been home much due to work load and it takes its toll on me, not to have them around all of the time.  I am complex, it is tricky and even though I was on my strict diet, things were out of kilter. So my lumpy sniffer and dicky ticker and sore skin have taken a beating - but I am now on antibiotics in case I get any secondary bacterial infection.  I can usually fight it off, but Momma is taking no chances where my health is involved.

Whilst at the Vets I schmooze with the ladies, one of which is a KS follower and the other a Rex owner, so I am well in there!  I saw Lill, the lady vet, and she tried to do the FURMOMETER thingie, but I decided that was WAY too embarrassing. That was Lill's and my 'first date' and there was NO WAY that thing was going in my pooper!

So, instead, she stabbed me with a needle which made me even more mad and I screamed and screamed and turned and even deeper red. Poor Lill, I am usually so swoony, but I guess, I just didn't fancy the prodding and poking!  On top of that she said I had quite a tummy on me... Simon the Vet, do you hear that? I am now not too slim - but too fat.  I put it down to a week of soreness. I will be svelt and slimline again. Already with the antibiotic, everything has calmed down a bit and I had a full belly of BrekkiNoms in there!

To the casual observer, I look well and happy, busy and entertaining - but Momma knows me inside and out and if not caught at the right time... I can stop eating - That my friends would be a disaster!  I am, of course, milking it for all it's worth and even laid on ManSlave yesterday whilst he mopped my sweaty brow and kissed my sore sniffer.  See, I can be nice to him and share the love... when I need it!

KS =^..^=

We never understand why we have to go to see Simon the Vet, but every year, for the girls, Momma insists on a check up. Because of the 'Neuter-UM' chip and the fact that they need their boosters is a good enough reason it seems.  I understand my trips and quite look forward to them - in fact, I get all excited at the thought of leaving the house with my dress collar on!

This time last year, Faith had her final booster after she had the kittens and that meant Lillibet was due hers too. Well, last year, it all went OK and no one had a reaction.  Simon used the same vaccine as before and by the time we reached home, little Lillibet was sneezing and coughing.  I mean, what is all that about. She then went on to have a fever late at night (after the Vet was closed of course). She had to sleep in with the Parentals and Momma administered fluids and by morning she was tucking into tiny 'first' kitten biscuits and wetfood which are both high in protein, vitamins and pro-biotics as well as copious amounts of 'Maimor Vitamin cream'. She was fine, but just felt 'off colour'... but could manage large amounts of kitten food... Mmmm funny that!

The effects of a reaction like this is sort of unheard of and that's why Momma chooses a Vet who uses the PurVax product. It is the only vaccine on the market to have Non-Adjuvants*, it's good stuff, but poor Lillibet, despite this, still feels pretty rotten.  It will possibly take her a few days to get over the 'fake flue' but whilst she is doing so, she is being spoiled rotten with the best of everything AGAIN! I purrsonally think that the 'Neuter-UM' chip, followed by the Pyometra, followed by blood poisoning, followed by a large dose of vaccine has tipped her little body into overdrive and her immune system is in turmoil.  But what do the Parentals do? Leave her unvaccinated to catch whatever lurgy is going around and then not be able to go out on visits, exhibitions and holidays... ? 

Well, needless to say, Momma feels pretty rotten!

KS =^..^=
*Adjuvants are additives that increase the immune response and may present potential risks to feline patients, such as injection site reactions and chronic inflammation.

I actually enjoy my visits to the vets of late, I get weighed in first, have my eyes, ears, mouth and tummy checked, then my ticker gets a good going over. My Grade III murmur* makes me special because you can hear my ticker without a stethoscope, Momma loves to lay her head on me and listen to my cardiac cycle, swooshing and whirring.  I used to cough and wheeze with it and sometimes, I do get a tiny bit tired if I run about too much, but since my new diet, it all seems to be a bit easier and I have more energy and my ticker doesn't sound so loud. 

When I eat bad things, well, things I have stolen or licked (which is NOT my fault) I get a skin reaction, the 'pink tray' is usually required and then my belly swells. It also makes my kidneys swell, especially my right one. Simon the Vet tells me it is possibly part of my reaction cycle as it's only then it happens. If you remember, in the Summer, I did a 'tinkle test' and all came back 'normal'. It's just the way I work I guess.  I am unique after all.

My food is now weighed out everyday, this is annoying as I can't even have a tiny bit more.  I have two types of food, one is a very pricey kibble from Hills in the form of Venison & Pea. If I only eat this, my stools are too big and I can't cope with all that biscuit. I am also STARVING! I am on steroids as well, so they make me feel hungry.  So Momma devised a food that is bulky, yet made of all protein and steralised. Interesting huh! It makes me feel super full and I still get my vitamins and minerals from the hills and I am, for the first time, putting on weight and keeping it!  I weigh a mighty 4.18K. For my family, this is a good weight!

My meal times now go like this:-
Brekki:- 50g protein & 10g hills & 2.5mg Prednisolone  
Treat:- 2 x hills biscuits (the girls get dreamies!!!)
Lunch:- 10g hills
Nom time:- 50g protein & 10g hills & 2.5mg Prednisolone  
late supper:- 20g hills

In these small amounts, I am getting my much needed 'bulk' to make me feel full as well as my daily amount of Hills at the lower end. And, I am not YAWPING! I don't really even ask for food like I used to. Every 5 minutes.  So, my skin is a tiny bit sore on my shoulder, my eye is a tiny bit puffy, but when your body rejects every protein going, I feel this is a good compromise to go forward with. hey, and it's only taken 5years to achieve this perfection and a lot of hard work. I don't require as many baths as I used to and the Malassezia dermatitis** is staying away as is the Urticaria Pigmentosa.*** My kitty colitis is brought on by allergies and these other things I have just get exacerbated by anything I have an allergy to, in and out of my body... and that is even dust, wool, flowers and smells. 

I love being me, I am unique. People have leered at my baldness**** and said some very mean things, but I can't help being bald, it's in my genes. Does it make me any less lovable, nope. It makes me tolerate a heck of a lot of abuse, especially from other Devon Rex owners and breeders.  I am lucky that my original breeder was so caring to find me a special home where I could have all this care and attention from Momma. These things happen - genetics are never perfect - I am a unique and special character who loves fuss and attention - but only to those who worship me!

KS =^..^=
*Grade III—intermediate loudness; most murmurs which are related to the mechanics of blood circulation are at least grade III. - That's me - but I don't have Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy - my test results are negative on that!
** a single-celled yeast that causes ear infections, greasy skin and itchiness, which is treated with antifungal drugs or in my case - anti dandruff shampoo!
*** a dermatological problem that causes crusty sores on the body and is treated with prednisolone and essential fatty acids.
**** Congenital hypotrichosis, otherwise known as hereditary baldness. 

Here she is, like nothing has happened! A feisty bounding chocolate baby.

Lillibet would like to take this opportunity to take over my blog to thank 'in Purrson' her adoring public who have done everything in their power to make her feel much much better.

Dearest Fans,
Look what you sent me, I can't believe you all thought so much of me to send me cards with 'beans' on and a also 'virtual beans' via the internet.  I also received cards from my Brother Jamie & Sister Jasmine from Ireland (yes, they are back from France!) I also received a new toy from Grand MewMew, a new tiger tail, my favourite. Momma said that everyone was praying for me to get well, I was rather poorly and I swear I woke up in the middle of the night and saw real angels. I stared and stared at them and wouldn't lay down. It was my very first 'sitting up' experience in a few days and it was well worth sitting up for!  I ate lots and lots of some delicious foods, I could quite get used to this treatment. It feels great to be getting back to normal and I can do things I used to do a few weeks ago, albeit, very gently.

I can't thank everyone enough for your support of my family and to my special Mum, Faith, who has been stoic looking after me and making me get up and move about, to the Parentals for their love and for all of my friends, new and old for sending healing thoughts. But a special thank you goes out to Simon, Edwardo and the Medivet Team. I can quite honestly say, I am here because of their quick thinking. Your love and kindness have made me all better.  Oh and Slinky, get your licker out of my Noms!

Lots of whiskery kisses
Maystarex Elizabethan Poem AKA LilliLongLegs BittyStringBean Lillibet 
xxxxx


Oh my, anyone would think she was doing the queens speech!  Well, we are all just glad she is making a good recovery and in a few days she will visit the Medivet team and have her final stitches out. She has healed so well in two weeks and yet again, she bounces back stronger than ever and fighting fit. We are on the home stretch now to a long and happy life!

KS =^..^=

What a very stressful week we have had, one minute I am a Radio Star and the next day BAM! Lillibet is taken ill, seriously ill.  She had something called a pyometra, her lady bits all filled up with puss and contaminated her little body with bacteria.  She had terrible temperatures of 40 degrees and was so poorly.  On Sunday, the day of Tethys's tank delivery she seemed well and recovering from her operation well, but that night the terrible temperatures returned and she was off to the vets again.

Our amazing vet Simon at Medivet saved her life twice this week, once with the operation to remove her 'carry cot' and then specific antibiotics to combat the bacteria traveling in her blood stream.  He couldn't look at Momma whilst she sobbed as this was a life and death moment for Lillibet and Momma and Simon knew it. He said to take her home and pray!  

We were all so worried that she really wouldn't make it that Momma asked a few very kind and loving people to say a prayer for her and you all did. The prayers went around the world and people lit candles in every inch of our planet to wish Lillibet a full recovery.  It really was a miracle, there was only a small chance after her body became riddled with bacteria that she would actually make it! With the right antibiotics and prayers all night - she pulled through and showed us signs that she is as strong today as the day she was born - a true fighter. 

Lillibet has been saved from death three times now and even her entry into the world was a traumatic one and Momma had to hand feed her and keep her alive soon after she was born. She knew her own mind and was a strong baby all along.  She has used up three lives now and with Halloween just around the corner and the veil of the two worlds being so close, we feel blessed that she chose to stay with us.  She is not out of woods yet, but each day she gains strength and she is so determined. Her and Momma have been inseparable.  This has made Faith and I very worried and we are sleeping together at night time whilst the Parentals look after Lillibet all night long.

She won't ever have babies of her own, but we don't mind that one bit. Faith and I spend as much time with her during the day, washing her and keeping her spirits up. She is a plucky little thing and even gave me a Thwak this morning... No looking back now then!

KS =^..^=

A VERY BIG DECISION:-
There had to be a choice made about the screaming CatWomen and the choice had to be what to do next about having babies?

Faith of course really wants babies again, but after the loss of TomFun & Otello in one year, the parentals didn't want to have kittens just yet because it 's too soon.  Lillibet is still a little young and not fully developed and would have at least another 5 or 6 months of growth to be done, but like her Mum is yawping for boy cats.  The other issue of course is where to take Faith to make babies, she really doesn't like going out and gets very thin and has terrible nightmares when she gets home, she isn't the happiest at being away from Momma and Momma really hates her being away.

So, Momma did lots of research and with the help of our new vet Simon, we came to the conclusion that a contraceptive implant called Suprelorin could be the answer to our concerns and give the CatWomen and mainly me, a rest from the yapwing! You see, even I am getting stressed with all the sitting on my head they both do and I am not fully recovered yet with my food troubles, so it makes me a little grumpy!

Momma whisked the CatWomen to the vets, where Simon used a HOOGE NEEGLE to inject the chip.  Momma had primed their skin with numbing cream before hand and given them happy juice in their noms.  But oooh, that NEEGLE! Even Simon the Vet went a bit weak at the knees when he injected Lillibet and him and Momma looked at each other and shivere.  Faith growled at him because he had scruffed her neck and she thought she was in for a treat, not a HOOGE NEEGLE in her neck!  Neither of them were best pleased at having to wear little jumpers for the day either and spent the rest of the afternoon, telling each other off, but they didn't sit on my head once...bonus!

This chip is meant to make them REALLY LOUD for a few weeks then they 'should' quieten down.  The chip is only sort of licensed for dogs... I hope it won't make them BOL  (bark out loud!)

KS =^..^= 

THE THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE:-

HEALTH MATTERS

Our darling little velvet girl with her Princess ways went to meet Simon the Vet from MediVet yesterday.  Momma found more lumpies in her groin and this time Momma just was not happy with them because they had gone hard and she was chewing her 8th niples raw.  Of course, when Simon felt her, they had all but vanished... but his expert touch revealed that she has an inguinal Hernia which is what Momma could feel all the way up into her groin area.  He says that there is necrosis there and eventually she will need a 'nip and tuck' to put it all right.  She is always going on about her figure as you know and she kindly asked Simon the Vet if he could take off her 'kittening belly' whilst he was at it - the problem is, she wasn't flirty or loud enough and she muffled it from under Momma's coat! If she want's to have extra slimming surgery she is just going to have to pluck up the courage and ask properly, all this hiding and shaking will just not do at the Vets, you have to show them who is boss!!!
Personally, I don't think she needs a tummy job and feel that when all the 'escaped fat' is wrangled back into it's rightful place and she is all healed, she will have that bikini 'pre-kitten' belly again that she had a year ago!

Lillibet had missed Faith so much, that when she returned home she kissed Faith all over, rubbed her body the length of her Mum's (not that this is difficult, she is longer than Faith already) Our little LilliLongLegs was just so overwhelmed she followed Faith all over the house, chirruping and purring and jumping over her and trying to engage Faith in play - Faith was so vocal when she arrive home, telling ManSlave about her 'ordeal' - she is such a Drama Queen. Emphasising that Simon had carried her, weighed her (and no man should know a ladies weight) and felt around her body with out so much of a how to do! But, she said, his only saving grace was that he smiled at her after she did 'THE FROWN' and he didn't use the FURMOMETER! 

In a few weeks the parentals will reluctantly take her in for surgery, Momma will be a mess of course, she hates being away from us babies, but knowing that Faith will be in expert paws, will be a weight of her mind... what will weigh heavy is the cost of their Summer Holiday in return for Faith's nip & tuck.  ::shakes head:: will they ever get away this year - we want a party!!!

KS =^..^=

THE TIME OF MY LIFE!
Seriously, I LOVE food.  I will eat ANYTHING!  Well my Arden Grange with White fish & Potato arrived in it's new packaging - nice I thought... Mmmm, well, I ate it, but then within 10mins I was swollen, eyes puffed out, skin itchy and red and sore, my ears all filled up with owees and I couldn't stop shaking my head - at one point I shook it so much I nearly fell down stairs.  I was Yawping and crying and mewling.

Not again we thought, no more of this  - I have special food that DOES NOT DO THIS - well I did, AG have added salmon to their white fish only diet! I don't 'DO' salmon and salmon sure don't do me!!!

So, Momma took me to the lovely new Vet Simon from MediVet.  It was a little more expensive that the other vets and I didn't get smooched (probably because my skin smelled like Parmesan cheese!) But I did get weighed, had my breath smelled in a very expert way, my skin felt, tummy felt and remarkably he noticed my eye that Momma had been to the Vets only a month before and asked if it was OK? Simon is a nice guy, he didn't use the FURMOMETER - he knew better when I gave him the eye! But he did stab me in my bum with a HOOGE NEEGLE, I nearly passed out ::paw on head:: then he sent me home on a double dose of my Steroids and some special cream for my eye. 

I have to say, I was crooned over in reception, even though I looked and felt dreadful they all thought I was tremendously handsome.  Well, I was always one for the ladies!  I think I have to to re-visit in a month or so for more meds... so pucker up ladies KS is in town!  

THE VET CHECK
Now, some of you know that I can not attend show, even though I would really really love to, because of my dicky ticker and other such stuff, the exhibition stand is not my domain anymore and never will be... until now!

Just take a closer look at me being vetted in at the PET SHOW this week.  Really, it's me and I am wearing my crown!!! Well, ok, it's 'styro-foam' me. But apparently THIS me doesn't have a dicky ticker, or a troublesome tummy or skin problems or allergies to anything.  Styro-foam Slinky is 100% a healthy dude and to boot, he is so well behaved it's sickening!

So, Momma got talking to the nice vet Simon, from MediVet Coventry and he says that the real me can visit anytime I like and I really do miss my lovely Katie, but it looks like she is going to be away for some time and the stand in Vet is lovely, but I fear she is a dog lady and doesn't really ever get close enough for a smooch.... NOT, I hasten to add, will I be smooching with Simon, oh no and if he ever comes near my rear with his Furmometer, he will have another thing coming... My Thunder Paw for a big THWAK! 

A TRIP OF A LIFETIME

I have a new Vet, her name is Claire, she was the one who looked after Otello for us and she said that I was to visit her the very next time for my check up as my usual Vet, the lovely Katie, has had a bubba of her own!  So I went with my lips puckered up for a good old smooch.  She is a brunette and I usually go for blonds, but you know, in the smooching stakes, she was good! I had a full check up and had everything poked and prodded and apparently, it's all in the right places.  My ticker is a bit irregular, but hey, I think it was fluttering because she was tickling this and that!  Now the only thing that spoiled my whole afternoon was she said the 'FURMOMETER' word... yep, you guessed it, from puckering up one end to puckering up the other end!  I was so embarrassed, I turned bright pink and YAWPED a mighty YAWP.  She then laughed at me, this new vet of mine!!! Laughted I tell you. I was hanging over Momma's shoulder making those 'cringing' noises, sort of wimpering ashamed noises.  It was only our first date and I thought it a little forward, especially as I was being chaperoned!

Now, I am to return for a full range of blood tests in a few months, to check my ticker, my potassium, sodium, magnesium, proteins and sugars in my blood. I only just did a tinkle test and that was all good, but this one will catch any nasties.  So how well do you think I will behave on that day?  The last time I had a blood test, I sat like an Angel right up to the point where they stuck the needle in me and I wasn't worried about it and it didn't hurt because I always get my neck numbed, but I just stand up on my hindlegs and rear out of the way, it took two nurses and Momma to hold me down and a vet to poke the vein... I wonder how much trouble I can create this time?  Well, I have a few months to think up an escape plan.

My new Vet is happy with my stunning good looks, although secretly, I think she goes for a more fluffy feline.  The thing with me is, you can see every vein and lump and bump going, and being on a special diet allows everyone to see my skin reactions if I steal stuff, so I cant get away with anything at all.  I do have to say that Momma has worked very hard to get me a balanced diet that I do feel much better on and a bit fuller, because my Steroids make me ravenous I am constantly YAWPING for more, but recently, I feel more satisfied.  I still shouldn't let my guard drop though, it could be a major plan to drop my four meals a day to none..... YAWP!

KS =^..^=

TO PEE OR NOT TO PEE?

Remember a few posts back when I was meant to pee in a pink litter tray full of plastic beads? Well, in short, it never happened.  Momma tried to confine me to a small pen with just me and the tray, but I refused to entertain her with a sample for her 'Tinkle Test'.  I had forgotten all about it in fact and thought, WOW that was an easy get out of... just don't go!

It's been a few weeks, the CatPod has been made available for forays out on nice days in the Orbs rays, warming our bodies and reminding us of what is to come our way in the way of a nice Summer? I was sitting outside, contemplating and watching the birdies feed when the urge to tinkle came over me and off I trotted to the cat tray where I shuffled the quality fullers earth to my liking and poked my pinky into the pre-dug dip and proceeded to pee.

OMC! What the heck are you doing? I made a noise between a YAWP and a moan because I was in mid flow when Momma plonks a tiny Spode plate beneath my pinky to catch a specimen of my yellow stuff. I can't help it, I am still piddling and close my eyes making this awful sound, I am turning pink with embarrassment. The audacity of this woman is beyond me. Is there no privacy in this world?  If it's not kittens peeking at you in the kitty litter then it's this mad deranged middle aged woman with ideas above her station about how to attain a urine sample when I have clearly stated that it was a no go area! As i have mentioned before, what's in it for me? As far as I can see, only the shame and berating from my peers is what's in it for me.  

When I finally finish and leave her with a mini plate of tepid liquid, I do a circuit of the house, screaming and YAWPING like I have been set on fire... I am on fire, I am enraged and shout and holler for a good 20mins to make sure everyone knows what travesty has been bestowed on me.  Momma whisks said sample to the vets, it tested and she arrives home with a look.... She lifts me up, looks me in the eye, plants a kiss on my forehed and says "you are all clear Slinky".  That's what's in it for me, a kiss and a cuddle. So it was worth all the shame after all.

KS =^..^=

A TRIP TO THE VETS - PART TWO

A you may or may not know, my incessant YAWPING is down to Kitty Colitis.  Momma tries so hard to make me eat properly, but you know me - all or nothing!  So it was my time to visit Katy today!

In reception I met 5 people who all thought I was wonderful (of-course) as I sat proudly 'on' my carrier, complete with studded collar. There comes a time when you have to work your public and this is the only shot I get at it!

Katy calls me in, we are on first name terms 'Slinky' she calls and waits for me to be presented on her freshly washed table.  Momma lays out the fleece rug and I lounge, awaiting appraisal.  It's all "Oooh Slinky I love your face".  I smile up at Katy and give her a rumble of affection - but what's this, she is out with the stethoscope to hear my heart beat, so my rumble turns into a lour purr so that she is unable to hear my dicky ticker.  It's only a slight whooshy noise, but you can't be too careful about your love muscle can you!

She looks in my ears, in my eyes (I see her swoon), checks my teeth and smells my breath (thank heavens I flossed!) She then checks out my tush and I warn her "THAT IS PRIVATE!" She smiles at me, has a feel of my tummy, turns me about and I swear she is going to kiss me, so I pucker up and go to meet her and it gives her a little surprise and she pulls back. There is always next time. She gets out her big book of pills, weighs me, I am thinner because I have been bad and Momma careless and she prescribes me some steroids to help wake my 'villi' up again.  They do know that Steroids are going to make me hungrier don't they?  I strut to my cat carrier and climb in, it wasn't bad at all, quite a good experience really.  I thought I would send the Vets a Tweet to say thanks for a love from Katy!

Well tonight I think I feel a little better, my skin is not so dehydrated and I have made less splat, more plait in the tray this evening - I know, it's too much info, but it's also quite a revelation and long may it continue!

KS =^..^=

A TRIP TO THE VETS!

Oh no, it's that time of year again for the annual boosters and health checks.  We had to go in two lots because Momma could only take two at a time, so TomFun & Mr. Zeus headed off for a poke and a prod from Katy the lovely happy Vet.  She firstly chatted to Mr. Zeus about his unfortunate happening with a set of keys and a paw that stretched back to January, I know she has the records but it's nice that she asks him.  "Can I see your paw" she asks "No" says Mr.Zeus and snatches it back.  He has his ticker checked and his tummy checked, after the incident with the 11" of ribbon munched one Xmas, we don't take any chances.  He also had his microchip checked because it went very sore.  So with his all clear he got a stick in the arse with his booster. Poor Mr. Zeus always in the wars.  You never guess what happens then... he goes home and catches a dose of flu symptoms, poor poor Mr. Zeus, he is the unluckiest cat EVER!

TomFun had more luck.  He wowed the crowd in reception with his dancing jig on his cat carrier and then swooned with the Katy and her nurse.  he had his ears checked, because they get mucky, but that's it - muck. And he had his allergy symptoms checked and is allowed a little anti-histamine if he gets a bad 'pollen' day.  But all in all he has a clean bill of health and stunned his audience with a strut of his newly furred 'airbags'.  Katy was so happy because he is 'hooge' now!


So what of me???  Well I have a reprieve until Monday, I shall let you know how I got on.  Bet I can beat TomFun in the swooning department!