Sunday, March 04, 2007
A Traumatic Experience
My humans went away for the weekend to stay with some old friends in Eastbourne. They arranged with Uncle Andrew and his sticky little people to come in on Saturday night and Sunday morning to feed me. My humans fed me on Saturday morning early before they left. Then my mum kissed me on the head and told me to be a good boy and look after the house while they were away. They left and I snuggled up in my fleece bed for a good sleep. I slept nearly all day and then I woke up feeling peckish, so I went looking for dinner. I finished off the crunchies and waited for Uncle Andrew to arrive to give me my stinky goodness. I waited...and waited...and waited...it got dark...HE DIDN'T COME!!! I curled up for the night with my tummy rumbling - no dinner!
On Sunday morning I got up early and had a drink of water and waited for Uncle Andrew to come and give me my breakfast. I waited...and waited...and waited...HE DIDN'T COME! I was so hungry! I know I have (ahem!) some fat to survive off, but I am not used to going without my breakfast and dinner! I did have water but I was not happy with the empty food bowl...
Well, at about 2 PM the door opened and Uncle Andrew's wife rushed in. She started hugging me and apologising that I hadn't had any dinner or breakfast. You see, Uncle Andrew got taken ill and was rushed to hospital and his wife and the sticky little people were so worried about him that they forgot they were supposed to be feeding me. They were very sorry when they remembered me and my rumbling stomach. So I got my Saturday dinner in the middle of Sunday afternoon.
When my humans got back at about 6 PM on Sunday I had to tell them all about it and they were horrified to think about my hungriness. Of course, they were worried about Uncle Andrew too.
I got double dinner tonight and lots of treats, so I am feeling better now. Uncle Andrew is still in hospital but he is feeling a bit better too.
My humans said there was a cat in the house where they were staying who looked exactly like Kismet, a Big Man Cat tabby with big whisker humps. He was skinny, not fat like me. He was called Kiff. This explains why my humans smelt of Strange Kitty again.
We hope your uncle is ok too.
It is good that the calico girl got a forever home. But, I still think you would like to have a brother or sister. At least you could huddle together for comfort if that happens again!
How did you ever surrvie and not starve. thats too scary to think about Mu shue cheeks out is food bowl of poor eric. I hope uncle andrew feels better. we glad the calico girl got a forever home but we fink a sibbling might be fun. I even email you Lilly Lu.
I'm glad to hear things going well for your Uncle also
i's sorry to hear bout ur's uncle, but u's haf ta eat 'n keeps ur's strengths up, right.
purrrrsss 'n huggggs, KC
We hope you have recovered and that Uncle Andrew is doing OK.
A little sibling sounds exciting, but we don't think you should plan on eathing him/her.
My mommiez gones away sumtimes. Stranjurz come and don't know what ta do.
Like one times befurr i waz born, dese peeples left da heeting on. It got so hot in da housie dat my step sibbies went to da basement and nefurr comes upstairz till mommie comedid home. Dey waz hungree & tirstee.
Dis last time, mommie waz gone two weeks!! She put 3 kitties in da vetties who waz on shots and stuff. Me and boo bear stayed home.
I snuck out & nobuddies knew. When Mommie cum home, she found me out side limpin. i waz hot wit fever. I gotz into fite wit charlie, da outside kitty dat cums by fur food sumtimez.
She took me to da vetties and gotz me medicine. I so happi ta see mommie dat I not minded so much.
Now mommie tinkin uv leevin all us kitties at da vettie, cuz it safer. just not so much fun! Our vetties iz nice. Dey brush kitties & luv on em but we dont getz ta go outside!!
Katie Ann Kitty too
Where is Walthmstow? I know where Harefield, Ruislip and Uxbridge are.
Glad you got ta eat finally and that your uncle is better. Lots of purrayers.
Katie Kitty's Mommy.
China Cat & Willow
We haf lotsa crunchies out alla time an a self-feedin container of crunchies so we's ok if Mom an Dad are gone 1 or 2 nites, just lonely.
As a younger siblin, I must say no, I'm sorry Eric, you can't eat yur sibling.
If they do that, here's what you do: Don't eat much until they get home, then stuff yourself and drop a nice, big "hairball" at their feet. It's great for sympathy.
Second, you poor poor kitty. I'm trimbling with hunger just thinking about your ordeal.
I must say, I am an only kitty and the VET thinks that even if I didn't have FIV, I probably wouldn't be a good brother. I have no desire to share and I'm pretty spoiled. Then I see all the kitty siblings on the blogosphere (and all the former ferals living together...) It makes my mommy sad and she wishes I could have another kitty to play with but they can't afford another FIV+ kitty right now.
You already had a sibling once so you might decide you like the kitty company again! Good luck. I'm sure whatever your beans decide it'll be the right decision.
Keep us posted on the sibling issue.
Yoo culd have been rushed to the hospitul just like uncle andrew if yoo didn't end up getting fud! (we wuldn't have told yoo that had uncle andrew not been ok).
And to think, yer peeple leave yoo withowt fud AND THAN they smell of a kismet luk alike!?!?! If it was Kismet smell that'd be ok, but it wasn't.
Gud thinking abowt having a sibling to eat...I nevur thawt abowt eatting Rosie but it's a possibility if I get hungry...hmmmm -Cheeto
As for eating a sibling . . . that's one way to eliminate the comptetion . . .
Sanjee, Boni, Mini, Pepi and Gree
My humans are also talking about getting me a sibling. My breeder is expecting a litter of kittens in the spring, so four months after that I may have a new brother or sister.
Oh, and we're glad to hear Uncle Andrew is doing better. :-)
I hope your Uncle Andrew is on the mend and feeling chipper again.
CEO, Artsy Catsy
Our sympathies to you Fat Eric.