The Cheezits: Colby and Cheddar: cat not eating

Sunday, September 21, 2008

V.E.T stuff and dat new kitteh wot's in our house!

Yawn. Oh, Hai! I was just takin' a nap. I has some news, though!

That black kitteh's name is Fancy, and she's been real sick. Mom had to take her to the V.E.T yesterday. You wanna know sumfin' else? We had to go to the V.E.T too, and we weren't even sick! Dat's not fair. We had to get shots, but we were brave mancats and didn't make a fuss, or anyway Cheddar didn't. I howled and tried to get away from, I mean tried to attack the V.E.T people, just to give 'em what for!

Anyway, we went to the V.E.T a different day than Fancy cause we are not sick and she is. She won't eat, and Mom was worrit. So, anyways, the V.E.T. gave Fancy sub Q tane EE uz fluids (dat's like water under the skin, ewww) and gots her shots up-to-date, too, and then gave Mom a Pill Popper gun thing, 'cause even the vet couldn't get Fancy to take the icky liquid medicine stuff! Dat's a neat trick. She has to show us how she keeps her mouth closed. I want to know how she can spit pills out really far, too! Mom said some bad words the first time Fancy did that! But she got Fancy to swallow one next time, so Mom's not so sad and stressed out now.

That black Fancy kitteh sure seems to be feelin' a lot better, too. Dose liquids helped a lot. Mom put a huge-midi-fyer in her room to help her breathe through her stuffed-up nose. She still won't eat, but dat's good 'cause we get the food she doesn't want, and Mom is tryin' lots of stinky goodness stuff! Nom nom nom. Mom even tried salmon and left-over steak from the beans' trip to the restaurant. I guess Fancy just won't eat 'til she's betterer than she is now. The V.E.T said to give it a couple days and see. Fancy's drinkin' water, tho, and she purrs a lot and she even lets the beans pet her ALL the time, which is just suckin' up if you ask me.

Anyway, I fink maybe she is startin' to unnerstand dat WE are da mancats and she has to respeckt us and stuff. I chased her and stuff and she doesn't even hiss back. And she was pretty tough with the V.E.T. So, you know, she's not DAT terrible.

Oh, and Mom says THANK YOU to all the wunnerful kittehs and their Moms and Dads dat gave us advice! We are gettin' along a little better now, specially since that sock thing! We has to sleep and eat in different places, though, cause she is sick.

Colby

P.S. I want to say thanks too! The bruvvers aren't quite so mean and scary at me now!--Fancy

Who Are Dese Orangey Kittehs, Anyway?

Once, we were just two scared little kittens, clinging to our mother. We must have been very poor, because we weren't very clean or healthy and we had (this is so embarrassing) worms and stuff. We lived day-to-day, and we both remember being very hungry, all the time.

It seemed like we were barely old enough to walk when we were taken away from our mother and brought to a strange place, with lots of other cats (and big scary dogs!). We didn't know why, or what we had done. This place became known to us only as the Shelter.

So, there we were: at the Shelter, in a cage, cuddled together, keeping our spirits up and waiting for a chance to escape, not knowing what else to do, when a surprising new face came to see us.

She smiled at us, and looked us over without poking her fingers in our faces. She made sure our itchy ears were cleaned and those embarrassing worms were taken care of. And she didn't put us back into the cage.

Instead, she took us to a new, totally different place. A place where we have lots of food to eat and fresh water to drink. A place where there's always clean litter. Where there are toys to chase and soft places to sleep.

And we learned a new word.

That word is, "Home."

We are Colby and Cheddar. And this is our story.