Cheysuli Forever

A long time ago, in a state far far away there was a Meezer named Simone and she was the best cat. But she died. So there was a search for another cat as good as Simone, if not better.

It went far and wide. Wide-eyed kittens hopefully and eagerly dreamed of being chosen.

But it was not to be.

In a small town, only people in Oregon (or who love Oregon) knew about, a Siamese Queen awaited her fate. Cheysuli was chosen.

For many years all was well in Chey’s world. She was crushed (and perhaps one could say diminished) when her beloved calico mentor, Georgia transitioned. She was further distressed to the point of near death when Ichiro was adopted. But she soldiered on as all good cats must.

And then she stopped eating. The vet did blood work. She still didn’t eat but they did fluids and an anti-emetic.

On the third day, which was a Saturday, after she’d only been eating what was forced down her and painted on her pretty brown stockings, they gave her more fluids and another injection. They started her on Tapazol because her thyroid was high.

She nibbled but didn’t eat. She was force fed on Sunday and her body painted, which she dutifully cleaned.

Chey is pulling on string. What is your caption?On Monday, she went in to the vet again and got IV fluids, a vit B injection, another injection for nausea, and some medication to help with nausea that she would take until Thursday.

And she came home and ate.

She didn’t eat a ton at any one visit to the dish but she ate frequently, probably at about 70% of what she would normally eat and 300% of fishy flakes, because when you are 15 and haven’t been eating, if you like fishy flakes, you get fishy flakes.

And then Saturday night. She vomited. Once. Twice. Five times. White foamy bile. She was drinking though.

By Sunday morning she was refusing water.

The Woman knew. Chey wasn’t coming back from this. She had no interest even in cleaning herself up, not really. And while sometimes cats react to Tapazol, this didn’t feel like that.

But the Male wasn’t ready–who knew he liked her so much despite her constant disdain?

So they went to the emergency vet. Fluids, more blood work, offers of ultrasound. She got more injections. She went home and did not come out of her carrier. She could move. She didn’t want to.

She stayed hidden in her carrier nearly the whole night, coming out only twice to cuddle with the woman for an hour or so.

She refused all water, all food.

She could have been forced. She could have gone for an ultrasound. But at 15 years old there were few things in her presentation that would have made the extra days of life worth the effort of more time being fussed with. She was now on Tapazol and a high blood pressure medication and an appetite stimulant.

On Monday the Woman called a very nice man who came out that night and helped Chey across the Bridge. She was greeted by far too many beloved friends. This man treated everyone with kindness and cried with all of us though we had never met him.

And now the search may begin once more. But that is a story for future generations. For now, we can look at the stars and remember when Chey ruled the world.

Moving with Cats

coverSo there I was, in a car, moving across country.  The series of blog posts I wrote for the woman about moving has been turned into a book written from her point of view. I don’t even have my name on the cover (like Gemini does now that her short story, Rescued from the Rain is a stand alone short ebook). I can’t tell you how miffed I am.

It’s a short book, about the length of a short story so it’s priced at .99 cents. She’s writing as Bonnie Elizabeth because she didn’t want to add her credentials to her name or create yet another author persona by writing without those credentials. Besides, Bonnie Elizabeth often writes about cats in her fiction. Have you all met Zari A? She’s almost as good as I am, except of course, she’s not really a cat.

If you are facing the horrifying prospect of having to move, find a box, curl up and nap. Then after your person is tired of packing, sit on them until they read Moving with Cats. It might help. It might not. Humans never listen to us about the important things.

Moving with Cats is available on Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble and most other favorite ebook retailers.

Rescued Tabby Tuesday

IMG_3502aYes, that is right. I was a Rescued cat and I am a published author type cat too! Yeah me, right?!

Mama and I walked about my story, which was very magical to her but was just ordinary to me and we wrote it up for Rescued. November is our month and 30% of all profits goes to Purrfect Pals out of Arlington, Washington. It is the place Mama adopted Ichiro, but we will not hold that against them. They do a lot of good for cats in the Seattle area.

You may wonder where I came from. I just showed up in Mama’s condominium complex on a dark and stormy night (she would not let me use that introduction, though). I was mewing and no one but Mama and Mama Georgia heard me. She did not find me until the next day but I ran and hid from her. There was a very nice big cat in the complex named Eight Ball who helped her find me again and then she took me inside to her bathroom and made sure that I would not run away again.

She says I have always been a wee bit feral. I just say I know what I want when I want. I can’t help it if she has other ideas!

Oops She Did it Again

mwordOkay, so missing the Friday after Thanksgiving wasn’t okay but I can see how someone as confused as she is could be mixed up on the days. But this week too?

And I am told this is all because she’s stressed because there may be the “M” word in our future. That’s right. Now we just need to figure out where the Male will go. Where do you think we’ll be going? We’ll know on Wednesday (hopefully) and can share then. Of course that Male will probably change his mind at the last minute… that’s what he keeps doing.

Sunday Guest Star: Cody and Gracie and Derby and Ducky part two!

Cody and GracieFor some reason this didn’t come through my email right away but very soon after I was lost, Cody and Gracie said, “Are you at the Monument to Swedish king Gustav II Adolf in Gothenburg, Sweden?” and then Derby and Ducky said, “We agree with Camie’s Kitties. Just a bit more information. Gustav II Adolf; widely known in English by his Latinized name Gustavus Adolphus or as Gustav II Adolph, or as Gustavus Adolphus the Great; was the King of Sweden from 1611 to 1632 and is credited as the founder of Sweden as a Great Power. More info below. http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/249789/Gustav-II-Adolf.”

And you know what? They were right! That’s where I was. So that was a relief. I mean they might eat Lutefisk in Sweden too and well I came close enough to that already. Because if there is a fish a cat should never eat, it is Lutefisk.

So yeah for the cats and thanks again to Flynn and his family for sharing their travels with me so that I can go to all these interesting places.

Find Chey Friday #280

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Hey! Hey you! Can you tell me which way? I mean what is that you are pointing at? Oh dear. Where am I now?

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Sunday Guest Star: The Chans

PB120426Well it was a long night. Ayla, Iza and Marley ran around Europe looking for me but they didn’t go far enough north. But boy did they do the grand tour! Finally, the Chans came by and said, “Are you at Akershus Castle in Oslo, Norway? Purrs, The Chans” and they were right.

Moments later, Cody and Gracie also guessed Akershus Castle. I guess it was my worry that I might be forced to eat lutefisk that did it.

Flynn’s humans were kind enough to let me use this photo. I am certain the because it was touched up it was little harder to recognize things. Fortunately I have smart friends. And friends who are willing to run everywhere to find me–cause even if they don’t find me, others know where they don’t need to look. And don’t be like the Meezers, who said, “Thats the last time we pick up moms pants off the bathroom floor thinking they were her smarty pants.”

Find Chey Friday #279

unnamedWell this is an interesting place. But it seems a bit chilly here. I could really use a find. I don’t have long fur like some other cats. Can anyone help?

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Sunday Guest Star: Cody and Gracie

Cody and GracieI was worried I might be eaten before I was found but within minutes, Cody and Gracie rescued me, saying, “We think you are at Dr Doolittle’s Roadside Cafe & Creamery in DuBois, PA. Cody and Gracie.”

And they were right. I was there.  I stopped to have a bit of ice cream on the way home, because if you have to run from a dinosaur, you need the energy, don’t you think?

Flynn was hoping I could visit him on the train to Plymouth but it was the wrong Plymouth. After all, we have that large pond between us and I don’t think trains can cross it.

 

 

 

 

Find Chey Friday #278

IMG_4614Hmm… This could be dangerous. I’d hate to run the wrong way and get eaten by that dinosaur. Help! Get me out of here!

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