My Adopted Kitties

Friday, August 10, 2012

A Home for Harley

I published my first book this week. It's available on Amazon, for only $10. I'm really excited about it. It's a book I wrote for a Writing for Children and Families class at school in 2010.

Here's a synopsis:
"A Home For Harley is a book about Harley, a tuxedo cat, in her foster home. Her foster home is nice, but where will her forever home be?

This book teaches basic facts about cats and the concept of adopting a cat. It also encourages the view of animals as creatures that have feelings and need to be cared for."

I wrote this book as an assignment, inspired by the various pictures I had collected of a foster cat turned adopted-by-us cat, Harley. I really loved it though, so finally, I decided to just publish it.

The book retails for $10 USD, and it is a children's book. Please check it out. 

Thursday, July 28, 2011

A Baby Story

Asleep on Tuesday or Wednesday

Monday (I think)

Today (July 28)

Baby, as we call her, was found on Sunday, July 24, 2011, by a young black man who brought her to PetSmart, hoping to find help for her. He found her in the middle of the road, on a day when the temperature was well into the 90's. She was found to be severely dehydrated, and had a wound (like a hole)on her neck/chin. Sub-q fluids were administered to get her more hydrated, as well as oral fluids. I brought her home, where my fiance (Joseph) and I kept watch over her through the night, as her breathing was very quick and labored, and she also was not drinking on her own and ate only a little food that first night, until we were able to get her to the vet the next morning. The vet prescribed an antibiotic (the first dose given as a shot) to help with the infection in the wound on her neck, cleaned out the wound, and gave her some more sub-q to hydrate her some more. The best guess was that whatever had caused the wound (based on other small scabs found on the body, possibly a dog) had nicked her trachea, as she had air pockets under her skin where air was leaking into her chest cavity and into her subcutaneous layers, leading to a crackling feeling as one petted her, and bubbles of air under her skin. He prescribed an oral antibiotic for use beginning the next day. After the sub-q, shot, and cleaning, Baby was exhausted and could barely stand (courtesy of recent dehydration, an infection, and the stress of having her wound cleaned). I went to PetSmart right after to get some KMR, and Baby wasn't doing so well, she looked tired and was still breathing very hard (around 60 breaths per minute at the vet), and she had me scared there for a bit. After getting what I needed, I took her home and Joseph and I began trying to get her to drink some of the KMR, which she eventually took to lapping off of the end of the syringe we were feeding from. Come that evening, she began drinking milk (warm, of course) from people's hands. She didn't want it in a dish, or from the bottle. So we indulged to get liquid into her. She also began eating wet cat food, slowly but surely. We kept her on nearly 24 hour watch through Tuesday, with only short periods of time of being left alone on Tuesday evening. Tuesday night, we decided she was stable enough, eating enough, to be left alone for us to be able to sleep at a normal time. Wednesday brought Baby eating very close to what the cans of cat food say she should be for her body weight (a whopping 1 lb 7 oz according to the vet), and a much more playful kitty. Baby began acting, slowly but surely, more like a normal kitten. Play hard, eat hard, sleep hard. Her favorite spot to sleep remains on Joseph's lap as he plays computer games, followed by the heating pad we keep running in her room. With Thursday, came much more intense play (longer stretches, more running, jumping, etc.). It was also noticed that the air bubbles, which would have been pushing on her lungs somewhat, making it harder to breathe, had gone away, which basically means that the nick in her trachea must have healed, as the spot on her neck has been doing. Her skin is still crinkley, but I've heard that takes a bit to go away. Her breathing is much closer to normal, and her activity level is much higher. Her gums are much pinker than they were on Sunday/Monday. She loves to climb any and everything, a favorite being jeans to climb up onto higher surfaces. She also likes to sit on shoulders. She has also overcome her fear of that big scary kitten in the mirror which only days ago made her bow up and hiss and turn her tail into a bottle brush. Baby is doing amazingly well, and I would expect her to come away from this just fine. This baby cat found her way to a place where someone would find her (admittedly, not the safest place) and get her help.

A special thanks to Sandy S., Barbara H., and Barbara W. for giving her the boost she needed that day at PetSmart. And a special thanks to Feline Rescue and Rehome for providing for Baby's vet care, and admitting her as a FuRR cat. Hopefully in the not-so-distant future, after Baby is bigger and vetted, she will get an amazing home.

Like many rescues, FuRR can always use donations. If you want to help animals like Baby who need help and need homes, you can donate to FuRR. Visit our website at for more information about us.

Monday, July 25, 2011

RIP Chi-Chi

Chi-Chi a few months before she died (instagram pic)

Right after I got her and her sister, Elsie, in 2006 (Chi-Chi is on the right)

On my bed

The picture my 6 year old sister, Reese, drew to put in her grave with her...

Oct. 31, 2006-July 5, 2011

I miss her. I miss her terribly. Every thought brings tears. I want to remember. I don't want to forget a thing about her. We called her Chi-Chi, but her full name was Chidori, which is Japanese for 1000 chirping birds. When she was little, her meow sounded like birds, and she was very vocal. That changed little as she got older. We adopted her from a lady whose daughter didn't take care of her cats. Her cat had babies, and the daughter had left them there with no food or water. The mother found them, and brought them home to find forever homes. Chi-Chi and Elsie found it with me.
I want to remember how she looked, how she smelled, how she acted. How she slept by my hip. Her meow. The way she loved to be on my shelves and annoy me by knocking things off. The way she loved to drink water from the bathroom faucet and would run me over to get in there in case I turned it on. How soft she was. Her teardrop at the corner of her left eye echoed now by my own.
She died of pulmonary edema and congenital heart failure. There is no official diagnosis of why, but based on some google searches, Joseph and I suspect acute renal/kidney failure. She was too dehydrated for them to get a blood draw, so all they had to go by was the x-ray.
I took her to the vet Thursday because she'd been acting annoying, and peeing outside of the litter box more often than usual. She had no urine in her bladder, so they kept her overnight to get a urinalysis. Friday morning they gave her a medicine called Lasix to make her go pee, and they determined she had a low-grade urinary tract infection (UTI). They gave me a bag of special food for her to eat, and Clavamox for the infection. We took her home, put her in Reese's room, and she turned her nose up at the food, but she was at least drinking some. As Saturday came, and then Sunday, she was still not eating (even wet food I got her) and not drinking without a lot of pressure to. I was forcing some water down her through, but not enough. Monday, she was not wanting to drink or do much of anything. She just did not look well. I kept thinking, well, I'll call the vet first thing in the morning. We got some water in her, and Mom, Dad, and Reese left to go to the movies. Chi-Chi was sitting by Joseph and I and after a while, she got up and went and laid down under the side table. Then she moved a bit of the way up the cat tree, then later a little further. She obviously did not feel good. I gave her her medicine, and she threw it up, along with much of the water we gave her. She was breathing hard, and did not look well at all, so we took her to the Kitty ER. They did all the good for her, but she was a very sick kitty by then. Low body temperature (at least 91*, their thermometers didn't go lower), low blood pressure, dehydration, high respiration, barely responsive. I was told she likely wouldn't make the night. And she didn't. I got the call at 12:09 they were doing resuscitation and did I want them to continue.
The worst words ever are: "Just let her go."
Most of you don't care about all of this, but I am writing this to remember it all.
She loved yogurt. She loved to drink water straight for the faucet. She loved to lie on my bookshelf, and if there was anything to knock over, knock it over. She liked to lie on my jeans on the shelf. She liked to sit under the light on my side table. She slept by my hip. She was incredibly tolerating, and she had recently had become designated "Reese's kitty". She liked to lie on people's laps, and sleep on the back of the couch and the arm of it. She would follow me into the bathroom and nearly kill me by running under my feet hoping I would turn on the water faucet. She loved canned cat food.
She is sorely missed, and currently, my grief has no bounds. I pray it will get better with time, but it's hard to see a positive right now. I hope her last few days weren't painful, even if they weren't amazing. Up the last, she would purr when petted and was very caring. She was the best kitty I could have asked for.
_Written July 5, 2011

Monday, June 6, 2011

Donovan and Josie

This is Donovan (top) and Josie. They're both available for adoption. My fiance's mother gave us this cat thing because Joseph's family's cat won't use it. And mine all seem to love it. It's about 2 or 2.5 feet tall, with 2 little caves in it. My cats are all taking turns hanging out in various places on it. The fave spots are the top and the top cave (shown in use here.)

They're both sweethearts. Josie is incredibly soft, and Donovan is big and playful.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


This is sweet, sweet Abby, on my 6 year old sister's panda Pillow Pet, covered up with my sister's jacket. She is pretty much solid black (a few white hairs here and there), which makes her features difficult to photograph, but she does have features. LOL. She is such a sweetie, a snuggler, playful, and incredibly tolerant. She's a very chill cat, who loves to play. She's about a year and a half old, and I've had her since she was 6 weeks old. As a black cat, and no longer a kitten, she is frequently looked over as people look for the newest addition to their family.

I'll be very sad when she gets adopted, having had her around for over a year now, but I just keep hoping that someone out there is looking for this cat for their family, and just doesn't know it yet. She's a real sweetie, kinda floppy, very loving, and vocal at times (on her own terms). She has the prettiest yellow-green eyes and very shiny fur. She's very loving towards the other cats, particularly the younger ones. Too bad the older cats don't always share her happy go-lucky attitude and aren't always quite as nice back. But that can be cats for you. lol

Wednesday, July 28, 2010


Remember baby Chandler? Our little fluffball?

Well, this is Chandler now. He's gotten sooooo big!

The email from his Mama:

Just wanted to give you an update on Chandler. He is quite the kitty, charming and devilish. You would hardly recognize him, he's grown so much. He doesn't speak human yet. "No!" and "Get out of there!" barely registers. He has a girl kitty companion named Ginger. They tear around the house like mad kitty when the crazies descend. My older kitties are appalled by all the energy and try to stay out of the way.

He's doing so great. It's so awesome to see my babies doing well.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


Some of you may remember Mac from May 2009. He was one of 4 in my first ever litter of foster kittens, with his sisters, Nuala, Keely, and Molly. He was also my first adoption, so it was, understandably, a little difficult. However, I am friends with his parents on facebook so I get to see cute pictures pretty regularly. This shot is from February, but it just seems completely Mac to me. Such as Mac thing to do, lol. It's great to see him doing so well.