Msg from MuggleMary

ohai, mai leej,

I just had the energy today to go look at the replies to my announcement of my mumcat’s crossing the bridge: and I am so touched by the expressions of sympathy from my friends from around the world.  I’d love to be able to give every one of them a huge hug and schmoos aplenty. Hoping I can persuade you to let everyone know through the Cryer.

Thank you so much to all my dear friends, i was just able to read your kind notes, and my response is:

Cheezpeeps iz teh best!
hugs, mm

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Adopt a Kitteh

Dis am frum Marmalady via Prysma:

Dear cheeze peeps,

it is with a heavy heart I need to ask my friends for help in finding a home for my tuxy Oreo. He is a fantastic opinionated Siamese tuxy who loves laps, cuddles, ears scrtiches, make lots of biscuits, and purrrrrrrrrrs. He is 5 years old good with kids, dogs, other kitties, full litter box trained. Knows how to use a kitty door. He comes with food, toys, scratching mouse, carrier, leash and harness, litter and litter box. He love the nip chasing and killing bugs. He is a indoor with outdoor privileges on a leash kinda guy. I need to rig one him because my sister who I live with just found out she is very allergic to kitty. I live in Fort Worth tx but will arrange transport to anywhere. Big tears of sadness.

Please help me, Marmalady. jhsmilie@yahoo.com

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Wendy Haz Fiyr!

EEEP!!!!!  Catsablanca sendinged mii dis:

Ohai, Mai Cween.  Last nait Wendy Zdrodowski hadz a fyre in hur bed!  Wyle shii wuz innit! 

Wendy posted this on Facebook around Midnight:

First of all, Winslet and I are OK.

That said, my apartment caught fire tonight. I woke to the smell of smoke (my hardwired detector in the bedroom never went off), yanked the electrical cords, tried to put it out with water, couldn’t get the fire extinguisher to work, turned off my phone in a panic, banged on slightly-less-asshole-now-neighbor’s door, he called 911 and got the extinguisher working, fire department came and put things out. Minor property damage – mattress and bedslats – and everything reeks of smoke, but we’re OK. Likely cause was something electrical, as there were several cords in the area where it started

Called Jacob Lesgold who came to get us and let us stay the night at his place. I probably have some mild smoke inhalation but I have my inhaler and am drinking lots of water. Texted in that I may not make it to work tomorrow, but may try anyway. Lots of cleanup and buying extra smoke detectors tomorrow.

Expecting total emotional breakdown any time now so if anyone is awake feel free to call/text/message me. It’s going to be a long night

Today she’s posted two ways to help her:

http://www.gofundme.com/4isaao

For PayPal, use wendyzdrodowski@gmail.com

Oh, and as the Burfdae Fairy knows, tomorrow is Wendy’s birthday!!

Smudge’s Farewell

From our deer deer frend,  CatBurgh:

*Walks in slowly, with head down and tears flowing down cheeks*

Ohai, my cween. My heart is filled with sadness because it is time to make final plans for my beloved Smudge, our long-haired white kitteh. We have decided to give him the best possible last few days with us before arranging to have him cross the Rainbow Bridge here at home.

Smudge has been a part of our lives for 15 1/2 years. We adopted him from a local shelter when he was an itteh bitteh kitteh of 8 weeks. He has brought so much joy into our lives. When he was diagnosed with diabetes and heart failure 2 1/2 years ago, we armed ourselves with as much information as possible, and were able to stabilize his diabetes, which made his heart good as new. Since then, 95% of his days have been gudgudgud, full of purrs and chirps and bouncing around. A couple of weeks ago, he started on a downward spiral, which led to him not eating, being lethargic, and walking like a little old man.

Today, for the first time, he did not come into the kitchen for his morning food and insulin. Hubcat and I took him to an emergency pet clinic, where they poked and prodded and x-rayed and ultra-sounded. Diagnosis: lymphoma of the liver, anemia, and problems with his spleen and intestines. We were blindsided.  Cancer!!?!! He’s been doing so well, and now this??? Not fair!!!

The doctor was very kind, and said that she would not recommend anything involving sedation, as he likely would not survive given his age and other medical problems. With a less than 50/50 chance of having, at most, another year, but one filled with chemo, more tests, etc., we made the decision to not pursue aggressive treatment, but to bring him home. We’re trying to make his last few days as comfy as possible, making sure he sleeps in sunbeams in all of his favorite spots and giving him all the love and rubs he can handle.

The thing I’m struggling with is knowing when the “right” time is. I don’t want him to suffer.  My heart is breaking.