Little Styx

Styx: If you have read my story so far, you know that around Thanksgiving, some anonymous bad people (ABP) dropped me off at a dairy farm. I did get some sympathy because I was so small and had just had kittens. But if I was going to stay on the farm, I was going to have to become a farm cat, and it was obvious that I'd enjoyed being a house cat, probably until I had kittens and the ABPs decided I wasn't "cute" anymore.

Here's a picture of me from Thanksgiving:

I am small now, only 7 pounds and very trim, but as you can see, I still had a bit of that kitten-shape to my head back in November.

It was a cold November, and I was quite happy and warm sitting on Kokomo the dog's little house. He was featured on this blog before back in 2008, when he was quite young himself. "Young and bad," Ms. C tells me. I don't see why he is so bad, we got along just fine.

I am much happier in my new home where I get all of the personalized attention I need and I never have to go out in the cold. In fact, I never want to go outside at all, not even to look for boy-cats. Everyone else here is really looking forward to next Tuesday when I go to get "fixed." It must be something really good, like being knighted by the Queen or having a tuna fish party. Right?!

Recovering

As you can see, I am back to my normal behavior (mostly!). Once the anaesthesia wore off and I stopped walking sideways or backwards and wobbling, and my humans had offered me enough assistance and attention, I was ready to PLAY! We played fetch, and here I'm battling a new foe:


Nonetheless, I continue to receive a lot of sympathy and extra patting. At first, I did not want to go anywhere by myself, because I was really having some difficulty figuring out how to move with this claw-forsaken collar.

Ms. C carried me to my food and water, and I had a little bit of both. Later, she carried me to and placed me in my big litter box, where I did both kinds of business. I made sure she stayed with me for this. She poured a scoopful of litter over each spot for me, I was really grateful! I even gave her finger a rub afterwards (something I rarely deign to do), and for the first time since my surgery, my tail went straight up in the air and I walked beside her.


Tomorrow will be the requested belly picture. I am really feeling better, and thanks to all of you who have been wishing me well!

A Big Day

Ms. C:  We are sorry the updates are not as normal-- I am still on the road, and will be back to my regular secretarial duties for Abby tomorrow!

Today was a big day for Abby, however. Mr. R took her into the Animal Hospital at 9am for her spaying.  So tomorrow when I see her, I will be looking at her little shaved belly.

Mr. R just called to let me know Abby is doing fine!

See you soon!