Two years ago, this was me. I came to my mum as a foster kitten with my two littermates after we were found abandoned in bushes. Back then, I was known as Ron, my sister was Hermione and my brother was Harry.
I'm on the left in this picture, Hermione is in the middle and Harry is on the right. I was the last to be found, about 18 hours after Harry was, and was the smallest kitten.
Even as a wee baby, I set myself apart from my littermates and tried to get close to Fui and Suey. I knew already that I wouldn't be leaving ;)
I was a bit of a nuisance kitten, too. Harry and Hermione were eager feeders, but I used to fight the bottle and refuse to suckle a lot. This is one of the rare pictures of me cooperating! My paw placement makes my mum's heart melt.
When it eventually came time to wean I became more enthusiastic about my food and would dive right into the bowl. No more force feeding for this kitten boy!!
I had a few health problems when I was a bubba, and didn't put weight on very well. This is me when I was eight weeks old, on my first ever visit to the garden.
It started becoming clear to my mum that I wasn't destined to leave. Fui and Suey accepted me quickly, and let me join them for noms.
This is one of the last pictures of me with my littermates, shortly before Hermione went to her new home.I'm on the left, Harry's in the middle and Hermione is on the right.
This is my first ever collar. The gorgeous Alison at Preta Pawte on Etsy made me a very special couture collar, because my pencil neck was too teeny for a normal kitten collar. It was around this stage that my name started to evolve. My mum and dad had started calling me Ronny Licious, because my punk rock ear floof made them think I should be a punk rocker!
That later evolved into Lishy, and the name stuck. It's even on my nametag now! I don't remember the last time I was called Ron or Ronny.
This picture is of me on the top level with my litter brother Harry and my forever brother Fui. When I was 8 weeks old my tummy started to bloat right out and I lost a lot of weight. My vets told my mum that they did not think I would thrive, and they should expect that my life would not be longer than 6 months. They even suggested euthanasia, but mum and dad said no, they would wait for me to tell them.
I kept my mouth firmly shut on that matter, and this is me now, 2 years old and passing my health checks with flying colours.
My tummy is a normal size, my floof went poof, and I do everything that a healthy kitten boy should. I'm on the smaller side and have to work hard to keep my weight up, but that is the only reminder of the grim prognosis the vets gave.
I am a very happy boy these days. I love my sister and brother. I snuggle with them and play all sorts of games with them. Every night I snuggle with mum and dad, tucked in behind mum's knees. And I have a whole blogosphere of fantastic friends who sent me so much love and so many purrs when I needed them. And here I am now, proof that it all worked :)
Now lets party!!!!
Hi kitties! My mum has been a very hopeless assisstant to me lately. She's got elevety billion excuses, but I'm not accepting any of them! My dad has been giving me lots of back of the head smooches to try and keep me calm, but I really am a bit annoyed.
Peace out, dudes.
My tummy is a normal size, my floof went poof, and I do everything that a healthy kitten boy should. I'm on the smaller side and have to work hard to keep my weight up, but that is the only reminder of the grim prognosis the vets gave.
I am a very happy boy these days. I love my sister and brother. I snuggle with them and play all sorts of games with them. Every night I snuggle with mum and dad, tucked in behind mum's knees. And I have a whole blogosphere of fantastic friends who sent me so much love and so many purrs when I needed them. And here I am now, proof that it all worked :)
I spent a lot of time snuggling and cuddling. Getting skritches from my dad (nice uggs, dad).
Mum is feeling pretty overwhelmed by it all and is very scared that she is making the wrong choices in my treatment. It would be very helpful if us cats could speak human!!
She went to the v-e-t yesterday for a chiropractic appointment. She has these appointments regularly because our vet believes an old injury to her pelvis that we hadn't been aware of was the cause of her chronic cystitis. Since she started having the treatments, her condition has improved 10 000%. But anyway, onto the good stuff.
Mum and dad had talked the other night about how they thought Suey was getting a bit chubby. You'll never guess how chubby though! At her last appointment 12 weeks ago, she weighed 4.5kg, which the vet said was her ideal weight. When she hopped on the scales yesterday, they read 5.2kg. She had put on 700 grams in 12 weeks!! She weighed 115% of what she did last time!!! And now she is on a diet, which she is not happy about. Mum got the dangers of being fat lecture, and felt mortified the whole time.
but when they weren't looking, I was blowing lots of raspberries. This tabby has cheek, everybuddy!
During my endoscopy they found inflammation in the area of my stomach just before it joins the small intestine and in the initial parts of my small intestine. There were also red pinpoint lesions that they think are small areas of haemmorage. The v-e-t-s were able to take several biopsies. We will have the histopathology by early next week. I had a vitamin B injection and have medicine that will stop any further ulceration in my tummy and help it heal.
Since being home I've been giving out eleventy billion smooches to anyone looking even a little bit smoochable. I'm happy to be home. Suey did well at her chiropractic appointment this afternoon, which she went to for some preventative care. There was one very funny development though. Lishy is in hysterics over it, and begged me to let him tell you, so make sure you come back tomorrow! :)
Lishy is missing his girlfriend, and has spent a lot of time looking for her and yelling.
Fui is back off to the specialist hospital on Wednesday for another review and Suey has a chiropractic appointment on Thursday. Lishy has been teasing them about not having to go to the v-e-t himself. He's a cheeky one, that boy.
