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I am continuing the blog of Diamond, cat sage and haiku poet.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

My WAlkies

Today I went out for the first time in a few days. Lynettea carried me and  I had a nose to nose with my friend Orla, who whirled around and around behind her gate. Then a couple of my neighbours stopped to admire my fur and my relaxed attitude. I find that my demeanour inspires many humans and they start smiling and chatting.
Lynettea got a bit jealous of all the attention I was receiving and suddenly she said it was getting cold and I must go in.
I had a new food this morning called Fancy Feast Broth, which was fish and very nice. Lynettea saw it advertised in a magazine while she was getting her hair cut, so she hunted for it in the supermarket. I am not allowed to go in to the supermarket, as she thinks the staff would laugh at me and I might get trodden on.

Monday, July 30, 2012


For any of my friends who are worrying, I haven't had any more spasms yet. Lynettea says if I have more spasms she will have to take me to see my VET. I have been quietly resting most of the day, as it is cold outside.
Some human friends visited me, but Lynette says they were her visitors. I don't think so, as they came straight over to me on the lounge and greeted me. One of them said to Lynettea that I might need my claws trimmed as they will grow too long and curved if I am not using my scratching post a lot.
One of my other human friends gave me a good brushing yesterday and my fur was all springy.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

nasty attack of spasms

I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but Lynettea told me she found me lying on my side on the kitchen floor having spasms and hitting my body against the floor at five am this morning.

She didn't know what to do and tried to pick me up, which didn't help. I was still having spasms and just lying there. So she started to sing to me telling me I would slow down the spasms and stop. Then I started to get slower spasms and she stroked my body gently until I was quite still again.

Lynettea wondered if it was my constipation, especially as she found I had relieved myself later on. She didn't want to put me back on the couch on my Snugglesafe, as she thought I might fall off, so she got down my old cat basket and put it beside the bed. Then she put in some towels and knitted rugs and heated up another Snugglesafe in the microwave for me. Finally after she went to bed I climbed into the basket and went to sleep.

Today I am much better and sleeping back on the couch again.
Sometimes I sleep on the bed, but Lynettea is afraid of me falling off. I am not so agile now and lose my balance sometimes.

We have had a quiet day at home, not going out into the cold. I ate quite a lot of freshly roasted chicken for dinner tonight. Lynettea rugged herself up to go down the street to the Hot Chicken Shop as she was late going and it was cold.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Tired of Supervising

I know my main talent lies in supervision. Those at the top always need to delegate to lesser beings. Even so I am quite tired of supervising Lynettea at the moment.
Let us both go to bed and have a rest. I don't want to work all the time until today is tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


on the couch. Lynettea says she is feeling like a nurse. She spends her time rushing around after me, cleaning my litters, brushing my furs, taking me to the vet, buying my fresh roast chicken and feeding it to me on my couch (on my heated Snugglesafe - which she has to heat), washing my flannelette sheets so I will feel pampered, carrying me up and down the street to visit my friends and admirers....

Wednesday, July 11, 2012


Quite some time has passed since my last post. I had a trip to the vet in the taxi and the brutal taxi driver swerved violently to go around a roundabout. My pet carrier cage tipped right over. I can't tell you how much this upset me. I have arthritis as it is, so you can imagine me being tumbled over and falling against the bars.
Lynettea told me later that she was very annoyed, but didn't say anything to the driver, who didn't seem to know where he was going. I think she was nervous of saying anything.
The vet took me into the BACK ROOM and gave me an enema, which is an insulting procedure. Although afterwards, when Lynettea said to me that I must feel refreshed and relieved I had to agree. She said she could hear my pathetic cries while she waited in the reception area.
I am still on my diet of fresh roast chicken every day. Lynettea says that the staff in the HOT CHICKEN SHOP always ask after me and how I am doing.

Today she carried me down the street to the house next door where my Irish Terrier friend Orla lives. Orla was so excited to see me again. She whirled around and around and then we touched noses briefly between the bars of her gate. Then Lynettea held me up so I could look over the top of the gate. Orla jumped up again and again to reach me, her tail waving.
Then I came back home and sat on the Snugglesafe, which was nice and warm.