BURP!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh...excuse me! I just ate a whole can of food! I'm stuffed!

Since my sweetie, Herbie, was snooping around as I ate dinner, I thought today would be a good day to show you his picture. Isn't he dreamy? I watch him wherever he goes...Mommy says if I'd get off my butt and walk around I wouldn't be giving myself a strained neck trying to watch him whenever he walks by.

I guess we had an adoption here over the weekend. There was a big white dog named Wishbone, but now he lives with another family. I guess that's the plan...that animals don't stay here forever...just until Mommy finds them a new home. I hope there's a new home for me when I'm ready! It sounds exciting.

Kinzi

I went out for breakfast today!

I'm back from the vet. It was fun. This time, Mommy loaded me into a big laundry basket full of blankets and took me on a car ride. It was alot more fun than the crate I got stuffed into last time I went in the car.

I got my picture taken and there are no broken bones in my legs, but there is a problem. I have Lymphocytic Plasmocytic pododermatitis. It's a big, ugly word, but really translates into "sore feet". It's an auto-immune issue that is treated with steroids and antibiotics. Hopefully it will go away soon...but I guess it never really goes away and will more than likely flare up from time to time for the rest of my life. My toes are bright pink and some have sores on them like little blisters.

So here's where the breakfast part comes in! I'm sitting on the table at the vet and she pulls out a can of food and serves it to me. It was delicious! I guess it's a super high calorie food for cats who don't like to eat alot. So...I'm on that for a while to guarantee I get all the nutrition I need. I have gained back 4 ounces, though, which made Mommy and the vet very happy. (Remember I had lost way too much the last time Mommy weighed me...so it's good that a little bit came back...it means I'm eating better and getting enough fluids.)

I'm back home now, getting ready to take a good snooze in my big squishy bed Mommy made for me. It's a doggy bed on the bottom, a folded up comforter on top of that, then another blanket, then a pee pad, then me. I feel like a princess! Life is good!

Kinzi

What a day...

First off...here's a photo of me with my face in a bowl. This should make you happy!



Today mom put my food in a food processor and made it into mush. I don't like the chunks...and now there aren't any so I ate more than I usually do. Mommy talked to the vet today and now I'm on yet another drug to try to get the swelling down in my foot...and the vet is going to meet mommy at the clinic tomorrow (on Sunday!) to check me over. At least I can say I ate so hopefully I won't get in trouble for that anymore.

Mommy went to the Lions game today. She's a HUGE Colts fan and she said she had to go and see "her boys"...Peyton Manning and Dallas Clark, in person. She wasn't too happy when she got home so I think her team lost. So then the first thing she did was try to give me IV fluids and shoved 2 pills down my throat and then the pink liquid medicine I'm on. I feel like a lab rat! Now we're all watching a movie together...my dog friends are all napping around me...and so is Herbie! I'm going to have to show you all a photo of him soon so you know who I'm talking about. Maybe tomorrow after I get home from the vet. I hope my arm isn't in a cast or anything...cuz then how will I type my blog?? I'll need to hire a secretary!

Till next time...Kinzi

There's good news...and bad news...

First the good news...since there hasn't really been any all week! I ate almost half a can of food since mommy got home from work today. Are you happy now????

The bad news...I seem to have hurt my foot. Apparently I walked around too much and my skinny little kitty legs aren't doing well with all my weight...so I've done something to it like maybe sprained my ankle or something. Little bit of swelling going on and it's safe to say I'm not doing any more walking cuz it's a giant OWIE! (What a good excuse to get out of exercising, huh?)

I'm "being watched" by mommy...who is probably going to either dive into her anxiety meds or a bottle of wine any minute now...maybe BOTH...if I come up with one more medical disaster for her to have to deal with. She can't even be happy that I ate because the rest of me is still falling apart.

I'm trying...really I am... I can't help it that my previous people took such lousy care of me.

I just hope that Mommy and her team of assistants can fix me...soon! That sexy little Herbie has been hanging around and I'm embarrassed I can't even get up to play.

Kinzi

The details of the latest torture session...

So...mom's shoving appetite stimulants into me twice a day. This morning she left a bowl of canned food in my pen with me because I didn't want any for breakfast. When she got home the bowl was empty...my pen was a little disturbed...so Mom doesn't know if I ate it or if that sneaky dog broke in here again and took it....and I'm not telling!

My new trick, as if peeing on myself and refusing to walk more than 5 feet isn't impressive enough, is to ooze green goo out of one of my eyes. (ya don't see that on America's Got Talent!!) My reward for this new trick is that now, on top of the big fat needles, pills getting shoved down my throat, and baths...is now I also get liquid antibiotics squirted down my throat. Mom is hoping that an upper respiratory infection is the reason I'm not eating....and a few days of meds might solve the problem.

And what is up with all these Shelter to Home people coming over to torment me? A nice lady named Kathy shows up...acts all nice by scratching my chin and telling me how pretty I am and then the next thing I know I'm being dunked in a tub of water and rubbed down with soap that has me smelling like a baby. I might have to check with the ASPCA because I swear something isn't right about what's going on around here. I don't see any of the other animals getting dunked, poked, or drugged. Is this a foster home or a research lab?

At least there's once nice person out there! Mom's Aunt Sharon came over and she just loved on me for an hour. I even took a nap with my head on her hand. She's invited back anytime!

Seriously...if anyone from the ASPCA is reading this...HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kinzi

Oh....the agony!

Well...just as she threatened to do...Mommy called the vet today and told her I've lost too much weight and am not eating. I'm guessing when Mommy got to the vet, the vet said "Here's some pills to cram down her throat and here's a big fat needle to shove into her back"...because that's exactly what happened! Mommy even had her friend, Lori, come over to help her with the needle part cuz I was being too wiggly and she couldn't do it without help. I guess I needed fluids so the needle was supposed to stay in for a long time. Mommy has too many friends willing to come over and help her torture me. I thought the bath was bad...but this was worse! I hate to think what else the vet is going to come up with for me.

Maybe I should consider eating something....

Kinzi

What's on the menu?

Well...tonight Mommy weighed me and the results are not good. I've lost too much weight! I'm being a bad kitty and not eating enough. Mom says I'm worse than a toddler playing with their food. I disagree because I just refuse to eat...I'm not picking it up and throwing it at her! She's been doing all sorts of goofy stuff to get me to eat...putting the food on her fingers, trying all sorts of different bowls and plates, and tonight she actually fed me with a fork! I admired her determination and decided to eat a little bit just to humor her. I didn't do a good enough job, tho...because I heard her say she's calling the vet tomorrow to tell on me. Phooey!

Mom's friend, Shelley, showed up with a whole box full of fancy canned cat food...so I guess Mom will be shoving that in my face for breakfast tomorrow. I just don't like anything. Binky, one of the other foster cats here, suggested I try blueberry Pop Tarts. He says those are tasty. Maybe I'd like pizza or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches...will someone bring me some of that, please???? This fancy-schmancy gourmet tuna-salmon-beef-turkey pate' stuff just isn't cutting it!!!

Kinzi

I'm the victim of a home invasion!

Boy...even a kitty in the basement of a nice foster home isn't safe from crime these days. I should have known what to expect, really...when I realized there are beagles living here. Every waking moment of their lives is devoted to the endless pursuit of any morsal of food they can find. All week long I've been trying to tell foster mommy who the culprit was...but apparently "Meow, Meow, mew mew mew MEOW!!!!" doesn't really translate to "Abby did it!!!". Mom has been blaming my sweetie, Herbie, since he is the only other cat in the house that likes canned food. She figured he was hopping into my cage for late night snacks.

Mom has my pen locked down pretty good to make it beagle proof...but they try like heck to get in here. The walls of my pen are zip tied to heavy objects, blocked with big tubs of kitty litter, and tied to pieces of furniture to keep the dogs from moving it around. But...as determined as Abby is...she's been climbing over the stuff used to block the cage and getting in and out all week. Every day mom adds more stuff to the pen to try to make it secure. Pretty soon there won't even be room for ME in here!

This all went down last night. Mommy sleeps right above my pen. At 1am she was woken up by the sound of Abby trying to get out of my pen. She snuck down here to catch the assailant in the act...and sure enough...Abby was caught red handed and photographic evidence was obtained (that's me hiding under the green blanket.) Now there's even more stuff piled on my cage to stop her from getting in here again. I sure hope it works! Mommy says if she finds Abby in my pen again she just might list her on Petfinder and find her a new home. Yikes!!! I hope she's joking.

Maybe this week Abby needs to get on the scale to see how much she's gained since she's been eating my food. Then we can make fun of how fat she is and the focus will be off of me for a while.

Weigh in is coming up soon...hopefully it's good news!

Kinzi

It takes two to Tango..and also to pin down a 27 pound cat for a bath!

We're not doing the Tango over here...we're doing the Happy Dance because my bottom is finally clean!!! Mommy's friend, Brenda, came over and helped. Actually...she pinned me down while mommy scrubbed me with baby shampoo. I smell sooooooooooooo much better and all my yukky fur clumps are gone. Now mommy can see exactly where the medication needs to go. Check out the before and after photos!

I'm off to bed now...getting that bath was hard work! I am going to dream about the day when I can run and play with the other cats in the house. There's this hot little number named Herbie that I have my eye on...but I'll tell you more about him some other day.

Nighty night... Kinzi

The first day of the rest of my life!

Hello world!

My name is Kinzi and I've just begun an important part of my life. I was dumped at an animal shelter by someone who didn't want me anymore. Right away the shelter staff called someone they know who likes "Chubsters"...and before I knew it I was being whisked away to my foster home! Ok, it's kind of hard to whisk away a 27 pound cat...but I hardly had time to get comfortable at the pound.

I've been to the vet and folks, it ain't pretty. I'm 12 pounds overweight. I have horrible urine scald (kind of like diaper rash) on my bottom and it's very raw and painful. My foster mommy will have to bathe and wipe me down and put cream on my backside for months, until I lose enough weight to be able to use the bathroom without it getting all over me. Ok so ya...that's gross. Maybe you didn't want to know that. But I'm speaking out because I want people to know how miserable it is to be an overweight pet. I ate what was given to me...it's my previous owners fault that I am in this condition. It's animal cruelty! It's not like I can put the food in my bowl myself...or order pizza. So anyway...it's the first day of my on-line journal. The photo was taken during my trip to the vet, right about the time the vet was mentioning that I have the fattest thighs she's ever seen (I'm so proud!). I have to get weighed every week...and at the rate suggested by the vet it will be about a year before I hit my goal weight.

Wish me luck!...and let's hope that me and my foster mommy don't get in too many fights while she's fussin' with my bottom!

Till next time...

Kinzi