Life of a Kitten!
Many thanks to my sweet friend Brandi and her Mama for remembering me 
. My Mama needed the ‘push’ I guess. I have been here- around- and mostly well; but my mama was under some sort of ‘spell’ and papa totally lazy- that leaves me with no one to help me blog.
Here is my update; I’ll try to keep it short:
I am one-year old now and officially out of kittenhood. Things are nothing much different though. Mama keeps saying that I will always be a kitten to her and she keeps on treating me like one. I still claim her lap and bestow all sorts of affection on her when I see her after a break of a few hours and I still look around for Papa because he has my most favourite lap! I keep doing the kitten things, after all- I have never learnt to ‘grow up’.
It’s summer in Aussieland now. Very hot- around 33 degrees Celsius everyday (that is 91.4 degrees Fahrenheit, for your ease of understanding)! Mama seems to like it. She’s mostly enjoying the crazy dry heat and the sunlight, Papa too (crazy humans!). Not me though. After all, I have a fur coat that I have to wear all the time; can you imagine how hot it gets under this coat? Well, let me answer that. It gets VERY hot! Not good at all! The strange thing is- it’s not even the ‘peak’ of summer. I cannot imagine how much more hot it will get in the dreaded month of ‘January’. Meow!!
I’m still on my special diet and I’m still losing weight. I have lost another 20 grams in the last two weeks. I had started with 4.5 kg 2 months back to 4.3 two weeks back and now I weigh 4.1 kg. The vet human, Laura, thinks I should have gained weight after I am cured from Pancreatitis- but she is not too worried because I look healthy and my coat looks beautiful and since I am now one year old- I will not be gaining weight as much as I used to while I was still a small kitten- anyway.
Since its so hot now- I’m shedding a lot. Mama needs to clean the house everyday to get rid of my furs. I got a new fur bush, too- to groom me better- that way I should shed less. Mama’s not sure it’s working, because I keep shedding just as bad. Meow!
This is it for now, kitties. Mama promises to help me blog more often from now on. Her work is keeping her busy, she is an ac-coun-tant, you know- she says those wretched numbers tire her eyes too much to do anything else at all, but she’ll be better from now on. She loves and misses all of you, too.
I hope all of you have been well…! Purrs, meows and head butts to all.
A letter from a happy kitten
Hi kitties,
I’m back!
Actually I was always here- it’s my humans who weren’t. This time it was Mama who was hit by what she calls ‘a bad flu’… she still is suffering, but a little better now. She sounds different- with sort of a broken voice and all; also she smells a little different- she says it’s the anti-bio-tics that makes her smell like ‘medicine’ all the time. She stayed home some days, to my delight- but she went back to work today and I’m mad at her for that. Meow!
My second bloodworks result came in and it seems like I’m cleared from the Pancreatitis finally. I go back to the vet’s again next week though, since I have lost a little weight (0.25 grams) – and for a young and (now) healthy cat like me, losing weight is not ‘normal’. Laura, the vet, thinks it’s because I do not like my ‘prescription’ food much and do not eat as much as I used to. They’ll see next week and probably put me on another diet. I hope they give me a good-tasting food this time.
I’m turning 1 on the 21st of this month- Mama says that is still a couple of weeks away. That means that I have been with my humans for 10 months now. I guess months and years are a ‘human’ way to measure ‘time’. I don’t understand them much. To me, this seems like a lifetime. I’m a happy cat. I hope the humans and I can keep keeping each other through the ‘years’ and continue being ‘happy’.
That’s all for now, kitties. All the best to you all. I will post again, when the Mama is less busy and less ill
Love-
Sherkhan
Play time!
The headache that Mama had through last week- continued through the weekend, too. But she was still better because she was home; and I was home… and Papa was home.
There is no place like home, after all. We cats know that. Sometimes humans do, too.
Anyway, see the photo- you’ll see I had fun… with Sam the puppy, Greenie the croc, Toydle the turtle. Also, I think bean bag sofas are one of the best things that humans ever invented!
Okay, I’m off to meow at my humans. Hope you had a good weekend!!!
Is my human cheating on me?
I’d like to apologise to the kitties and humans who read my blog and left comments in the past few weeks. I have not been a good friend lately. I have things piling up on me- have lots of blogs to visit. I blame it all on Mama.
Mama had a headache yesterday. She said it was caused by some sort of wisdom tooth (?) coming out and err… fire alarms (!). The fire alarm went off at her work- as there was some sort of fire in the downstairs supermarket- and that sound, together with the pain in her gums, gave her a ‘migraine’.
She skipped dinner last night and locked herself up in darkness of that room in our jungle… you know, the one with the huge human bed? Yes, there.
Now… how is THAT going to help things exactly is beyond me.
She went hunting this morning though. My point is- if she chose to be all by herself last night, shouldn’t she have stayed in with me today at least?
I feel so un-loved! Do you think she found herself another kitten to love?
Meow!
A cat’s life
Oh boy, have I been busy! Actually, me and my human- both. Otherwise- life has been well.
My friends will be happy to know that I am now much used to my new (prescription) food. I don’t meow for my favourite brand of food anymore. I think I now know my humans will not give it to me. Mama wishes that I find the new food taste good, too. I do now, as I have started to ask for more food after finishing what is in my bowl on some days.
I’m getting to understand that this new food is probably doing me good- my tummy hurts less and yesterday, after many months, I asked Papa to play the shadow game with me. He did. He was very happy to see me jumping high up on the wall. Mama too.
Tuesdays are vet days. I like the vet a little less with every visit- she pokes and prods me and measures my temperature (I hate this part the most); and then she’d give me the vitamin injections that pricks my skin for a long long time afterwards. But Mama says I should not feel like that. She likes the vet, because she believes that human has saved me from much more suffering in the future. Sometimes humans speak like they can see many alternative futures through some crystal ball. I don’t know if they are right.
I am a cat after all… and I am a much happier cat than a few weeks ago, too.
Meow!
Changes Changes Changes
Mama and Papa have been giving me the special diet that I’m supposed to be on since I have been diagnosed with Pancreatitis- it’s been some days now.
I’m getting used to the change; very very slowly!
I used to have the Science Diet Chunky Meat in Gravy- the high in protein nutritious diet that is very good for growing kittens- from Hill’s.
I am a wet-food person-cat; I eat dry food, too- but just as a snack through the day; wet food is what I eat as my meal! Yum! Bring it on, Mama-Papa! Meow!
Since I was diagnosed with the disease, some things have changed in my life- the major one being my food type. I still get Hill’s- but not a Chunky Meat version of wet food, rather those dull ‘minced’ kind. I have refused my food and meowed plenty to my humans so that they switch me back to my old food, but they just won’t listen!
They say that those high protein diets can be deadly for me now (as they’ll make my sick pancreas to release the enzymes that would make it decay itself) and they just cannot be indulgent now, even though it breaks their heart. I don’t understand. Those taste so good- how they can be so bad for me! The vet says that since I got Pancreatitis in such a young age, I might need to be on a special diet all my life; that sounds like a long time!
Meow!
Also- I got my first Vitamin injection shot last night. That seems to have to go on for some weeks as well… *sigh*.
Cat Shower
That day, Mama was sad. She did not feel like doing a thing, she even left work early.
Papa thought Mama needed some cheering up and he sent Mama this video:
This made Mama smile, despite her mood that day.
Mama thought she would help me post this video in my blog- in case you need to be made to smile, too.
I’ve been well. You?
I was taken to the vet last week- for what I’d think is nothing out of ordinary- constipation, as humans call it. Mama had read somewhere that constipation might not be a disease in itself- but it can be a symptom of some. Obviously, just because someone has written it into a book and printed it- the human needs to believe it…. ‘almost annoying’- the humans, as I meowed earlier.
I should write a book someday with the mantra ‘no vet visits EVER please’. Do you think that’ll help the Catkind?
This vet who saw me that night wasn’t so bad though. I think his name was Andrew Telford, and the way he handled me seemed less humiliating, if you know what I mean; I also like Rachel McCue- she handled me one time before… when the humans were hit by another bout of paranoia some months ago.
So kitties, if you live in Melbourne and looking for good vets around- you may want to try these two. They are not AS bad as the most.
And about my constipation, well… it was deemed as nothing too serious. I was advised half a tea spoon of Bene Fibre with every meal from now on… and I quite like it with my food. Also I’ve been eating well etc.
I have also been playing a lot. It’s almost like I found a treasure full of ‘energy’ hidden somewhere in my jungle!
Repose
I don’t like Mondays. You know why? Because it hampers the normal routine of things that develops through the weekend- like my humans staying in with me, like cuddles whenever I want one- or two, like practicing my meows (cats only meow with humans, never among themselves or when all alone), like more open rooms to roam around and sleeping on the human’s bed through the day.
And, Mondays? They force me to accept that the humans must go hunting and I must be left alone to guard our jungle- and stay home all alone, until they are back with all those unfamiliar smells…
We cats appreciate fixed routine. Too much change in that bothers us.
Oh well, it’ll pass… it always does. Meow!
Weekend Cuddles
Mama and I are busy enjoying our weekend.
Hope yours is going just as good
And there I wait
I like looking out of the window.
I spend many hours of my day- in between my catnaps- looking out. You will definitely find me there when it’s time for my humans to come home, or in the morning when I see them off. Mama thinks this is one thing she looks forward to about coming home… and her pace is faster during her walk to home from the station because she looks forward to seeing me looking out for her…
Hmm… That’s a nice thing to feel.
Humans do make good pets, don’t you think?
What’s up there?
Oh… how I love my windowsill.
When Papa is home- he puts the ‘blinds’ up- and I get a full view of the road, with the shiny multicoloured animals that move fast and makes noises- that humans calls ‘cars’, flying mice that are called ‘birdies’ and human babies on two wheels that humans call ‘bikes’.
Do you know those birdies never stop chirping?! I’m sure they do that just to tease me.
Even when there is nothing to see or hear- I like to look out of the window anyway- so when Papa is home, I ‘ask’ him to put the blinds up.
And when he’s not paying attention to my meows- I can at least ‘try’ to do it myself, can’t I?
Chillin
Mama says she wishes she were a cat when she sees me nap.
I wonder why… hmm..
Up above the world so high
I have a special meow for Mama… it’s the one I meow when I want her to cuddle me. I put my two front paws on her lap and go ‘mmmmeeeeeowwww’, I remember to make my voice the most kitten-like on those occasions.
It has its effects on her, trust me. It makes her drop everything she is doing and cuddle and pet me; just the way I like it- with hand strokes, nose rubs and holding me with her long arms wrapped around me- while talking to me in a soft human language.
Mama says this is the highlight of her days, the way I demand affection. She must love me a lot to think like that, don’t you think?
And I must love her lots to actually ask her to cuddle me.
We cats don’t do that quite often.
We mean what we say and however manipulative we seem to be sometimes, we are an honest species.
Ponder Cat
I don’t understand Papa’s camera much. It’s much bigger than the small compact a-little-bigger-than-a-matchbox camera that Mama has- it has a trunk like an elephant’s (oh… did I tell you that I am all eyes and ears whenever any animal channel is on the telly? I know elephants!); and many a times- it seems like it’s staring at me… through that trunk!
Meow! We cats don’t like that. You don’t look straight into our eyes! We think you are threatening us by doing that! But I trust Papa, even when he has the camera that is staring straight at me. I let it go. I’m not that difficult usually.
I have now learnt to differentiate between different members of my jungle, in their intention and the usual norms- I know Mama and Papa means well… even when they don’t let me climb the kitchen sink, even when they leave me behind for their daily hunting, even when they don’t always open the doors that I want them to, even when I sometimes pretend their hands are what I am hunting… I never bite them- I just wrap all my legs around them and ‘pretend’ that I’m fighting them.
You see- you need to understand- no matter how many years I am tamed as a housecat, I do have my predator instincts. You’ll believe me when you see me hunting an insect- I am alert, I cackle, I hunt- I do what I have to do to get it under my paws. See this photo with this post? That’s me when I caught a glimpse of a small fruit fly- believe me now?
I am a little version of other big species that live in big open-sky jungles and are known as vicious hunters. I am vicious too. And just like them- I do care for my family. Yes, my family with two humans in the jungle where I rule.
We all have our vicious sides, even the humans- even though they tend to turn a blind eye to that sometimes.
The territory extension mission!
Meow, meow, MEOWW!
How many meows will it take to convince the humans that I WANT to get into that room that I recently discovered? The room with light green carpet and bean bag sofas and Papa’s miniature Lego castles?
Its Papa’s photography room, I get it. But, what’s wrong in letting me in there! It’s ME; I rule in this jungle! I have every right to sniff the Lego towers and scratch the carpets and enjoy the free space!
It’s my jungle!
True, the last two days I have successfully meowed in convincing the softer-hearted human (Mama, that is. Papa thinks she is over-indulgent; I think it serves me well) to give me a guided tour in that room for around 30 minutes (in human measurement of time- it’s one short ‘cat-nap’ long, to make it easy for you cats). She’d sit on one of the bean bag sofas while I sniffed, climbed and chirruped in that newly discovered territory. She even finds it cute, I think!
She’s not bad, that human, I must say
As a reward, I gave her furry good cuddles and a hearty strong head-butt. We all know that is a lot for us cats!
I think she’s bought. I’M GOOD!
Now, MEOW- please let me in there! Meow?
Photogenic Sherkhan
This ‘weekend’- Papa was at it again. You know how he sometimes goes goes crazy with the camera? Well.. I mean that.
He thought I’d be a good ’subject’ (I hope that’s a good thing), and he took many snaps of me sleeping, hunting etc etc etc. Most of it he is keeping to his white box (insert by Mauzzie: Laptop), not sure what big plans he has with them for now- but I will post them in due time; in other words when Mama can steal them from him, or when he lets us have them .
Mama thought this was a fine photo of me. What do you think?
Yes, I know… I know… I AM a cute kitten!
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