The wild animal movie

I think the last of the glue pieces finally fell off but I can't figure out why my claws won't come back out. I knew that glue was no good for me! At least I don't have that itching feeling in my paws anymore. I can walk normally again, and toss my toys around as much as I want to, but for some reason the silent chirpy toy slips right through my paws now! My claws don't catch it anymore, but they will have to respond sooner or later! For now I catch it with my teeth.

Mommy bought a special movie for me to watch today on the big tv. This movie featured tons of wild animals in a place I've never seen before! Places where the plants look dry, and the trees look flat on the tops, with animals that have long necks or stripes! I also saw pictures of a large white furry animal that blends in to the icy environment it lives in! Birds that can't fly, with waterproof black feather coats and a white front. Even animals that do nothing but swim! I watched the whole thing, even by myself. Mommy and daddy worked on their computers, I don't know how they could take their eyes away from such a wonderful movie!

I think the scariest part of this movie was when I saw a large cat like me hunting another live animal. This big cat has more advanced moves and hunting skills than I can ever dream of, and a big strong jaw too! He bit into the neck of a striped animal and killed it! I've never thought of killing something so big, and he was scary too! I wonder, when I hunt my mouse toy do I look that scary? Maybe I can strike fear into my prey too, if my prey were living. But a lady like me could never kill another living creature, could I? I'm so glad my food is given to me so I don't have to resort to such violence.

Rolling in the sheets!

Mommy tore the cloth layers off the bed this morning. I know she did it before, whenever I peed on the bed, but this time it was during the day, just after she came home from work! I've been feeling super energetic lately, and with my paws holding me back from play time I get frustrated. Today, I decided to play on the soft bed with the pillows when suddenly mommy came in with warm clean sheets and buried me in them! Oohh... what a nice feeling, especially when it is cold and rainy outside!

I rolled around under the clean sheets trying to find an escape hole. Once I finally poked my head out to see what was going on, mommy jumped on me and pinned me down and made sounds like she was gonna eat me! I ran under the sheet again and decided to join her in this little game. I've never had so much fun!

It's such an exciting feeling to jump on something that appears it will catch your fall but to feel the sense of falling even after impact is such a rush! I pounced on every air bubble in the sheet and when I ran out, mommy lifted the blanket to make more!

Before long, I was out of breath and lay down on the nice warm sheets. Mommy cuddled up with me, she was probably exhausted too, lifting such a big heavy sheet like that would be tiresome! We both took a long wonderful nap, falling asleep to the sound of the raindrops against the bedroom window.

Quiet days

These past few days have been pretty quiet and my paws have been healing pretty well. The sores have scabbed up and are now leaving a pink color behind, where the blue-gray of my pads use to be. I hope they don't always stay pink, it looks silly! I'm still mad at myself for mutilating my silky kitten paws like that. Hopefully someday they will be back to normal. I groom regularly to assist as much as I can in the healing, since it is my own fault they are like this after all.

Mommy made a bit of a mess in the kitchen today while she was cooking dinner. She dropped a few bits of food that smelled like the meat pieces in my Friskies wet food packs. I decided to help her clean up whatever I could. Hey, a girl does what she can! I do admit I was hoping for more of a "mess" so I sat and waited in case further assistance was necessary.

Life isn't too exciting when you're injured. I try to walk on the soft padded areas as much as I can, the hard surfaces hurt my sores still. My belly has healed up completely now. Nothing but a little puffy pink line is left of that mess, so that's good. My hair is growing back so I can assume the line isn't dangerous anymore, I wash my belly regularly now. My toys are calling me to play with them but I can't just yet. In a few more days I'm sure the crusty glue between my toes will be completely gone and I'll be able to tear up my toys again!

What's this "Nutro" kitten food?

The other day when mommy brought home the new kitten food she told daddy all about it. "The man at 'PetsMart' told me he doesn't work for anyone, but volunteers his time to help others understand the best food for their cat..." Apparently this new food was something special that this man wants other cats to taste too. I'm so glad that some people actually listen to what their cats like.

Mommy continued, "... he put several brands side by side and all of his cats ate up 'Nutro' first. I thought maybe we should try that with Cyan too. It's a special brand, with the main ingredient being chicken, not just chicken meal made up of fillers more than the vitamins she needs"

Mommy seemed to know alot about this food and vitamins for a growing kitten like me. She mentioned vitamins for my coat, my skin, my eyes and stomache... I don't really understand how food can make a difference like that but if it tastes good I'll eat it.

So this morning, when mommy went to fill my food bowl she put an extra bowl out for me, side by side with my cyan one. I knew it! She was doing the same test on me that the man did on his cats. Oh well, more food for me I guess! She poured the new "Nutro" kitten food into the bowl, and my favorite friskies wet food flavor in the other. Well I must say I already knew there was no comparison between the two, but out of curiosity I sniffed at the new food and took a bite. The little brown oval nugget was crunchy like the food from my kitten package, but still soft and chewy enough so it didn't hurt my mouth.

For further testing I kept chewing on the new food, and before I realized it I had eaten all I could fit in my tummy without even tasting a lick of my precious wet food! I guess I'll have to come back for it later. This Nutro stuff really was tasty! Maybe it's just the chicken flavor I was drawn to. Yeah, that must be it.

"See?! Cyan likes it better! Which is good because Dr. Emily says she needs dry food to keep her teeth healthy. The wet food doesn't clean off plaque and it causes tooth decay faster. I'm happy she likes this Nutro stuff!"

Mommy turned to pet me as if I did something great, saying "good girl,.. that's my good girl. You like it?" Hmm... like it? I guess I do. I sure hope she doesn't assume I prefer it over my wet food though! I guess yesterday I was busy being spoiled with Buddig chicken instead of this Nutro food, maybe this is another part of my 6 month birthday gift? Awesome!

Not a baby anymore!

I am six months old today! I'm a big girl now! Mommy still calls me her "baby" and still feeds me "kitten food" but we all know the truth. I got a whole spoon full of yogurt today to celebrate. And I got a slice of chicken meat that mommy normally eats with bread, but this was my first time tasting it. She told me it was a favorite of her "precious Kristina". I don't know who Kristina is, but I figured if it was her favorite I should at least give it a try.

All of you should ask your mommy's to give you this delicious chicken meat! It was very tasty! I ate the whole thing up - nibbling on it so I could make it last longer. I'm guessing the chicken's name was Carl Buddig, or at least the bag it came from called it that. There was something very tender and juicy about it, but with a flavor that just melts in your mouth and makes you want more! This was the best 6 month birthday gift ever!

For most of the day after my brief 6 month birthday gifts, I had to play alone. Mommy and Daddy were both too busy to play with me so I tossed my new cardboard roll around. It didn't last very long though, I think I bit too hard on it and it tore to pieces before long. 6 month birthdays don't come every day, shouldn't I be spoiled all day long?

Last night was horrible!

Before I had the chance to finish my dinner last night I noticed the door shut on me locking me in. I was trapped in the tiny room that has my food, water, and litter box. Just like the times when I peed on the bed, only this time I didn't do anything wrong!

Mommy came in only once, carrying with her that large cage that smells like a dog lived in it. She tried to put my litter box in there, or my food and water bowls, but after a while she just set my blanket in there and left the cage door open. Was she trying to lock me up into an even smaller space?! I didn't do anything bad!

After a kiss goodnight she shut the door again and didn't even peek in until this morning. I couldn't understand why I had been locked away from the warm bed and my newly favorite warm spot under the blankets with mommy. What did I do to deserve this?

Through the night I saw the crack at the bottom edge of the door, I could peek through and see that the bedroom was dark and mommy and daddy slept in the nice warm bed. I thought it would be my perfect chance to somehow escape this room. Now, I've never tried to escape before because I accepted it as punishment, but this was not necessary!

The crack under the door allowed me to stick one paw under it, but it was too small for me to squeeze through. I guess I've grown quite a bit. I noticed that another animal had suffered my fate in this room before me, I saw scratch marks at the bottom edge of the door. Perhaps that animal broke free too! Maybe if I worked at it enough I could scratch the door open! I scraped and scraped but I noticed that my claws were not coming out to scratch anymore! Maybe the glue has kept them stuck inside my paw. I wasn't going to give up, I kept scratching with my clawless paws all through the night until I somehow fell asleep without realizing it.

Mommy opened the door this morning and found evidence of my handiwork. It wasn't the scratch marks left on the door, I didn't do that, but she noticed little red spots that left a trail on the tile all the way to where I was sleeping. I don't know why she panicked so much, she looked at my paws and that's when I realized that the red spots were blood droplets that came from my perfect pads! Oh no! My paws were blistered and cut! I mutilated myself just as Dr. Emily said! I still feel horrible. I really don't know how I allowed it to happen!

Mommy pulled the blue collar from the drawer and I knew right away where we were headed. Mommy was going to show Dr. Emily what I did to myself. Could she understand that it wasn't done on purpose? I'm not a crazy girl, I love my paws, really!

Mommy left me inside the small room with Dr. Emily after telling her everything that happened. Dr. Emily put some brown medicine on my sores, I admit I cried, but I didn't even notice how much it hurt until after the sting went away. I expected some sort of violation next but to my surprise nothing happened! Before I knew it, mommy was called back into the room with Dr. Emily and she carried with her a fresh bag of brand new food for me! I was so happy because for once my visit here was not horrible, and I actually felt better after Dr. Emily held me. I'm really beginning to like this lady.

"Don't let her jump down from high places, we won't need to close up any wounds because it was only her sores that caused any bleeding. I guess she just didn't want to be away from you. You can let her go where she is happiest, as long as she doesn't have to jump down onto hard surfaces and reopen her wounds. Cyan is healing just fine otherwise." Dr. Emily kissed my head before handing me back to mommy. I responded with a purr, mommy likes when I do that, so that's how I let her know I was happy.

My sore pads hurt all day, but not nearly as much as being forced into a tiny room away from the place I spend my most favorite moment of the day. Sleeping in the bed with mommy makes everything right again, and that's just what I'll do tonight.

Last one, finally gone

I thought about it all morning, the pain the bandage caused me the other day when I pulled it off was not an enjoyable experience at all. But, this other one HAD to come off sometime, and this time I thought maybe I'd start from the paw and work my way up. By the time I worked up the courage to chew off the bandage, I had already licked the whole bottom area clean. What an unbearable taste! It simply HAD to come off though, I just had to rip away at it slowly.

Mommy saw that I was working on removing the bandage and came out with the shiny object to help me nip at it one bite at a time. I was very surprised to find that this bandage was not stuck to my paw and did not hurt me at all to remove it! I was right! It was better to start from the paw side first!

I cleaned my paw very well for the next few hours, off and on. It was so nice to see both my paws again! No more icky yellow bandages! I've also noticed the hair around my tummy line has started growing back, and the red line is now a light pink and shorter than before. Finally, things are starting to get back to normal again!

I haven't yet worked up the courage to play with my toys again. I don't really feel up to it much, these stiff hairs between my paws are too distracting and every time I swipe at a toy I stop myself to nibble at the itching between my toes. At least I can walk normally again though!

Now that both bandages are off I can see why mommy chose the soft shredded papers for my litter box. Everything is just so sensitive I can't seem to walk on anything but soft stuff. So I make my trail through the house over pillows, or carpet, as much as I can. In fact, I've never loved the rug in front of my food bowl more than I do now!

Another new friend!

I had a very exciting day today! Everything started out normally, except with fish flavored wet food since all my chicken flavored food is gone already. Mommy got a call from someone she calls Crystal, and she made plans to go over to her house today, but she mentioned bringing me too! I've never been anywhere outside of my home or that horrible office that does terrible things to me. I was very interested in seeing what this new place would be like.

The whole day seemed to pass by slowly, but I kept myself busy with gently cleaning out my paws, I promised myself I wouldn't get carried away and "mutilate" myself like other cats seem to have been tempted to do. Honestly, who would ruin such perfectly silky pads by doing that to themselves?

I heard the bell of the blue collar and ran up to mommy. I understand now that when she pulls that collar out it means we're going somewhere. This time I knew where we were going before we even left. With the orange jacket around me again, we rode for a very long time in the "car" and it was dark by the time we stopped. I've never seen so many lights flashing by so fast for most of the way!

Mommy carried me inside a different wooden door, this one had some sort of sheet in front of it, like two doors to walk through! The whole place was very different from my home, and this one smelled of a mixture of other cat scents and something flowery. I liked this place but I started to wonder what we were doing there.

"So this is Cyan huh? Hi baby! You're so pretty! My goodness she is so tiny!" What an introduction this pretty lady had. I assumed she was the friend named Crystal because she was the only lady there. She smiled alot and pet me a little bit too, but she wasn't pushy like other people who demand to hold me as well. I really like her.

I saw that Crystal also sits on a couch with her mate in front of a skinny tv that is even taller than the one we have at home. I wondered if her cats had to sneak a chance to explore it like I did. Her couch is different too, it is shiny with lots of pillows! Her mate was sitting on it but then stood up and said "hi". It was as if he grew twice his size! He was standing high above mommy was! He pat me on the head but then sat back on the couch to finish talking.

We didn't stay long. Crystal followed us outside of her home and she opened the backside of her own box that purrs. She pulled out a large cage and gave it to mommy. "Keep it for as long as you need it k?" What is that cage for?

Mommy thanked her and took me home. That box smelled like it kept a dog in it for too long! I didn't smell any scent of a cat ever being inside of it. Is mommy going to get a dog to put in there?

When we got home, I thought of nothing other than sitting on my favorite chair and sleeping in my newly discovered, warm, dark, and cozy spot under the blankets.



While I slept, mommy snuck another photo of me. I woke up to the sound of her giggling just after this was taken. She thinks I'm "making a fist" or something. Yeah, yeah... you can laugh, but at least I look pretty!

Bandage removal!

This morning, I admit I wasn't as careful this time when crawling under the blankets. Mommy had to help me by lifting them in the middle of the night, but I slept just as well as I did yesterday! I'm beginning to like this spot very much! Again, mommy woke me up when she lifted the blanket, and again daddy tried to snap a picture of me with his phone. But, you'd have to get up pretty early in the morning to fool me! I expected it and quickly pulled myself deeper under the blankets.



Naturally, his camera was faster than a kitten with the handicap of heavy yellow bandages, I didn't get very far with this embarrassing getaway and he caught me before I could gracefully slip out of sight.

I decided I'd had enough of these bandages today. I started to violently chew at one of them. This must have been a clear hint to mommy because after she came home from work today she saw the damage I had done and decided to help me with the rest.

Removing the bandage was more painful than I had expected. Mommy pulled out something shiny that bites through cloth and she nibbled away at the sticky yellow tape until she got almost all the way to my paws. I felt the weight of the bandages pull on me as if they were really glued to something very sore. The tug was enough to send me screaming as I ran to the next room to escape it, but it followed me! Every step sent sharp pains into my toes and I howled for help in making it stop. Mommy tried to help me but every tug sent more pain and I think when I cried again I accidentally bit mommy too. She yelled at me and tried to hold me still but I couldn't take it anymore. I ran all over the room to make it loosen it's grip on me and finally it gave up and let me go free.

What an awful, nasty, smelly thing that bandage was! I will certainly not miss having it on me. I carefully examined my paws for the damage I was sure that thing caused. I saw four little holes with some clear rocks packed in them. They were really itching me but I was more concerned about how sore and weak my leg had become in the past 10 days. I made sure to thoroughly wash my whole leg clean of that horrible smell. Mommy must have understood how horrible my situation was because she set me down in my favorite chair again, and didn't move me at all for the rest of the night.

Rude awakening

Last night was very cold. I managed to crawl under the blanket without waking mommy at all and then slowly, very carefully, I found a nice spot on mommy's chest to sleep on. The slippery silk clothes made it hard to stay balanced but was very much worth the effort because I slept very warm and very cozy all night. However, I was rudely awakened by the lifting of the blankets and when I opened my eyes I noticed that not only was it very bright all of the sudden but daddy snuck the camera over the pillow and took a photo.



Again, I ask that you don't laugh. Give a girl a break k? Remember, I just woke up so I didn't even get the chance to groom myself! Besides, I've been stuck in these stinky yellow bandages for as long as mommy decides to have me suffer with them, so it's impossible to wash my face!

For breakfast I had to suffer through the delicious, spoil-me-rotten wet food packs again. Mmm mmm, those things don't last long enough! Apparently my dried food that came with my kitten care package is now empty! I'm shocked to think that I am the only one eating and I've managed to empty the whole thing already! Could I really eat THAT much food? Now that I think about it, I've eaten alot of wet food too. Hey, I'm a growing girl!

Another day of torture?

After she came home from work today, mommy did it again, she pulled out the blue collar and put it around my neck. And again she wrapped me in the spare orange jacket. I certainly froze in fear at what was coming up today!

I knew the turns and the area looked familiar as we drove to the only place I am learning to hate. I was carried in to that large food and supply store, and brought up to that same horrible "banfield" counter but this time, mommy spent more time talking before I was given to Dr. Emily. Again I was carried into the back room, away from mommy. I really hoped they wouldn't violate me again but they did, minimally this time.

Dr. Emily called mommy in to a room on the side where I was held hostage just a little longer against a cold metal table. Mommy asked when she could take off the yellow bandages. I'm SO glad she understood how much I hated them! "Give it a few more days. Really you can take them off right now if you want to, but I'm afraid of her re-opening her wounds if we take them off too soon. As I mentioned earlier we used surgical glue to close them up and stop them from bleeding, but some cats have managed to mutilate themselves in trying to remove it. We like to keep them bandaged as long as possible. But it is up to you, if you can keep an eye on her."

Mutilate themselves?! I know I'm itching like crazy sometimes but I sure don't ever want to ruin my super soft kitten paws! I'll just have to prove to mommy that I can behave on my own.

After a few more minutes of suffering in that small room mommy picked me up in the orange sweater again and to my surprise we left the big supply store. Could it be possible that I made it out so easily? I can't believe my luck! She took me back home and pulled off the blue collar and I rolled all over the wonderful carpet of this super cozy place I call home. Sometimes I forget and take it for granted, but trips to that awful place certainly remind me of how much I appreciate where I am now.

The secret of the magical treats!

Being in these bandages finally proved to be beneficial in at least one way today. This morning mommy sat me down on my favorite chair, knowing a cripple like me can't hobble in the UP direction too well. While sitting there I noticed something I get the feeling I wasn't meant to see! Daddy opened up a silver bag, the same one that my treats come from. I recognize the sound very well now. He then did something very strange, he pulled out a handful and dropped 6 wonderful little nuggets of happiness all around the room. I saw him do it! He put some in the same spot as where the goodies usually appear at,.. could it be it was really HIM doing it all along?

I thought about this for a while. I didn't see where he put every one of them, I had to sniff those out later on in the day, but he put his hand out and purposely dropped these little wonders in the corner, under the table, and under the desk! Since I only found 3 more, totaling 6 treats as usual, I can only assume that his behavior this morning is directly linked to the mysterious appearing treats I find every so often!

I've discovered the secret, but I'll humor him and pretend I am not aware. It's cute really, and I'd only be cheating myself of some hunting fun and some tasty goodies throughout the long boring hours of waiting for them to come home from work. Let's just keep this between you and me ok?

Yes, I AM annoyed

If you saw the photo I posted the other day you'd find I looked pretty annoyed at that moment. Well, not much has changed since then. I haven't quite been myself lately. The most I've managed to do since the last update is, well I can walk a little. I hobble around like I'm walking on stilts, but at least I go places on my own now. I still prefer being carried by mommy whenever she manages to pick me up and hold me. But at least now I can do things on my own.

While mommy and daddy out working, they've kept me locked in the bedroom that is connected to the bathroom. I guess they don't want me touching the new tv with my horrible gloves. I don't blame them. But do they really think I'm interested in the struggle of even getting myself up on the tv stand? There might be more to it than that but either way I don't go very far very fast, so there was no reason to even shut the door. I think the blanket is starting to indent in the place I've been sitting in it all day every day.

Soon enough I'll manage to chew through these bandages, I've been working on it slowly every day since I first felt this horrible itching! I can't wait for the moment I finally break free from these awful smelling weights! I get the feeling it might be sometime soon because mommy ran out of the tasty brown medicine, and didn't shove any white fluid down my throat today, and there were no tricks at all!

Mommy's medication trick

I don't know why I haven't noticed it yet but, when I woke up this morning I found a line on my tummy! It's red and hard and I only noticed it because it was itching me. I think it might be something horrible because it made all the hair around it fall off! I'd better not lick anything near it or I might lose even MORE hair! How embarrassing, now I've got bald spots on my already sensitive pink tummy, and it is spread pretty far around it too! Mommy doesn't seem to mind it though, she's crazy, she thinks it is cute!

Like yesterday morning, mommy forced that brown liquid down my throat. The same little plastic sticks that Dr. Emily gave her. I didn't mind that much, it has a nice fishy aftertaste to it. But the white stuff tasted so horrible yesterday that I just couldn't stand the thought of it being anywhere near my mouth. I kept my teeth firmly shut so she couldn't even squeeze it through the space behind my back teeth. Yesterday, she managed to trick me but today I'm not so easily fooled!

I did find it strange though, when mommy gave me a spoon full of yogurt all for me! Usually I like to lick the remains off of her plastic cup or the lids, but this time I got a belly full in a spoon all to myself! I dove right in and licked every last tasty speck of goodness from that spoon. I should have known something sneaky was going on because once I finished it, I could taste the white medicine she mixed in with it! I was tricked again!

The worst of things seems to be the yellow stinky bandages that refuse to leave me alone. I've noticed some terrible itching happening in every little fold of both my front paws, but these bandages won't let me pinch through, not even to rub it! Do you KNOW how frustrating it is to have an itch you cannot bite?

My new... boxing gloves?

I woke up from a very strange dream just to find that the yellow sticky cloth was still wrapped around my front legs. Ok, so maybe it wasn't just a dream after all. It was still dark outside but I had a horrible pressure on my bladder and had to pee. The main problem I had is I could not stand up with these things on my legs! I struggled for a while but I couldn't even bend them to push myself up! I had no choice but to find a spot to relieve myself, close by! I remember my first night here, I already soiled this blanket so I figured I'll just go to that same spot so I don't stain anything else. I really didn't want to pee on the blanket, I remember how mad daddy got. But both mommy and daddy were so deeply sleeping that I couldn't get them to wake up and take me to my litter box, and I just couldn't move with these heavy yellow bands on my legs!

I peed. And the same thing happened again. Daddy woke up yelling, mommy picked me up and took me to my litter box. Daddy took his clothes off and bathed and put new clothes on after mommy pulled out a new blanket. Same thing as before. Why is it they are wide awake now? They wouldn't budge when I tried to wake them up gently. Mommy says she doesn't blame me, she is not mad at me this time. Good, at least someone understands my suffering! She must know I really didn't want to mess up their bed - our bed - like that.

Something was different about the litter box. Instead of the sandy litter that is normally in there, mommy poured some paper shreds in it instead. It didn't smell like anything that was meant to collect whatever I put in there. Mommy took off the lid of the litter box so that I could get in and out easier. I was very glad she did that but I still don't see how this paper is supposed to work. "Dr. Emily says no clay based litter for you Cyan. You pee here now ok? Is that softer for you now? Do you like it?" LIKE it? I don't even know what it is for, but I guess I can try it. If mommy is trying so hard to make things easier for me then I will accept it and do my best to make use of it.

I ate a ton of food today. Mommy poured my favorite "Friskies" wet food "chicken and giblets" flavor today. I haven't had such delicious food for a while. Mommy's been pretty strict about monitoring my "wet food" and "dry food" balance lately. I feel like such a paper weight today. I haven't been able to stand up on my own at all. Mommy's been assisting me to the food bowl, the litter box, and the bed, ever since she came home from work. I find it funny that I had to spend the whole day locked up in the bathroom so I could keep close to the food, water, or litter box, with a blanket to keep me comfortable as much as it could. She really didn't have to shut the door though since I clearly could not move on my own.

It was nice to finally be brought out into the living room to sit with mommy and daddy. Daddy kept making jokes about my new "boxing gloves", saying I look tough, I look like a fighter. How could these yellow bandages make me look tough? I feel so stupid with them on! And, to make matters worse, mommy joined in on the fun and took a photo of me with them on. Way to add insult to injury! Mommy insisted I post the photo today. Please don't laugh, it's embarrassing enough.



I can't understand why, but they laugh at this photo so much. I think I'm too tired and weak to care about anything but sleep. Lets hope these "boxing gloves" are gone by morning.

Wake me up to put me to sleep?

The night didn't go very smoothly for me. I didn't sleep well on a hard cold surface, and without my mommy or daddy I was very lonely. The strange cat stopped crying long enough for me to get a few hours of sleep but I woke up very quickly when someone walked through the door. I looked to see if mommy was following behind, but I didn't have much time to look before Dr. Emily opened the door of my cage and lifted me out. It was sure nice to be held by something warm and soft again.

Dr. Emily carried me into a separate room, a different lady friend followed her in and held me down while Dr. Emily poked me with something sharp. I cried in pain at first and tried to wiggle free, but before I knew it Dr. Emily's voice faded and things went dark. All I could hear was the sound of my own rapid heartbeat before I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up I felt swollen and heavy. There was a strange chemical smell coming from in front of me but I couldn't open my eyes to see it. I shifted around a little and felt I was inside the small cage again. When would I get out of here? As I shifted I felt a little poke in my stomach, it really made me itch but I just couldn't figure out how to scratch it. How miserable!

When I could finally open my eyes, I lifted my paws to remove them from under such a heavy blanket. Before long I realized there was no blanket in front of me at all! The strange smell was coming from the yellow fabric wrapped around both my front paws! What is this nasty thing? Why is it stuck to me, and why is it forcing me to bend my paws inward? Would I be able to walk or even stand with this stuff on me?

I didn't even get to fully stand up and stretch before Dr. Emily came in saying "well good morning sleepy head! Mama's here to take you home". She was right, mommy was there too! I cried and cried, I wanted to tell her all about the horrible night I had. I hope she understands what I had to go through since she left! I was about to tell her all about it when I heard Dr. Emily explain to her what she did to me. Good, maybe then mommy would know never to leave me here again. "Cyan is perfectly healthy, the surgery went smoothly and was done within 20 minutes. We used special surgical glue rather than stitches. We find it is easier for both of us and it will naturally fall off in time, by then the wounds will scab and heal up on their own. "

Mommy wrapped that wonderful orange jacket around me to hide in, then said "should I give her any medications? Does she need to come back for anything?" Why is she encouraging such thoughts, doesn't she know how horrible this place is?

Dr. Emily handed her a bag of some plastic sticks with liquid inside them. "Give her one of these dark ones, every morning at around this time, they will help with any pain or discomfort she might have. I'll also give you a bottle, this is to help her heal faster. I want you to give her about this much" she marked a line on an empty stick and pointed. "Fill up to here and give this at the same time as the others. One time every day. That's it." Dr. Emily opened the jacket to find me buried in it and pet me again. "You don't need to bring her back here unless you notice anything strange. For the first day she will be sore and she might show signs of depression - laying around and whatnot. If you have any questions please call immediately."

Dr. Emily had alot more to say about things I need, but I didn't listen. I just wanted to hide in the orange jacket forever. I love the warm comfort of mommy's heartbeat, without having to look at or smell anything else but the familiar scent of home.

I could tell mommy walked around alot, buying some new supplies for me no doubt. I heard the lady at the door tell her to bring me back for a checkup in one week. I hope that doesn't mean I need to stay here again!

When we got home all I wanted to do was drink some water, alot of water, and sleep. Mommy laid out her favorite pillow and set me down on it with a blanket over me. It didn't matter, I'd sleep wherever I lay at that point, but it was a very comfortable pillow so I fell asleep before I even realized my head was down.

A day with the Vet!

Today was bound to be a bad day when I heard the phone ring and mommy confirmed an appointment she made a while ago. I knew something strange was going on because she didn't give me any food this morning. My questions doubled when she put the blue collar on my neck again, and wrapped me up in her spare orange jacket. She carried me into the large box that purrs - mommy calls it her "car" - and then she took me back to a familiar place. The same large building with food and supplies. It was the same one she brought me to on my first day with her and it has this office inside it on the far right corner. In front of the office there is a counter with the name "Banfield" in large letters. I had a bad feeling about that place since we first walked in because I saw animals going in and coming out with their hair cut or with bandages on them. Only those few with fresh hair cuts looked happy to be there.

Mommy was greeted by a lovely red haired lady who told me I was so beautiful and complimented my large light blue eyes. "Cyan is her name? Hi Cyan, I'm Emily". That's all she said to me before she reached out her hand for me to sniff her, then picked me up and held me like mommy did on my first day home. She kept petting me while talking to mommy about when she can come and get me. "Tomorrow evening,... after work? 6 pm? Ok great". I don't really know what that means. Will I be staying here alone in this scary place?!

Emily carried me into the room where only a wall of cages and a cold metal table took up the center of the area. She put me down on the table and pet me and put a light in my eyes and looked really close at them. I know she thinks they are pretty but goodness, does she have to blind me? After that she kept her hand on me while she reached for other objects, I just wanted to peek through the tiny window of the door to see if mommy was still there or not, I couldn't see her at all!

I started to feel really scared and I cried out for mommy to hear me, Emily kept telling me "you're okay pretty girl, you're just fine", but I didn't believe her. She was pushing on parts of my tummy, on my neck, looking in my ears and pushing her finger in my mouth. Eventually she had another lady come in to hold me while she put something in my butt! What on earth would make a person do such a horrible thing? I cried really loud then because I really didn't like where things were going. Emily told me "well, you're a perfectly healthy little girl. Look at this perfect temperature". Is that what this thing was for?! Why would anyone care about the temperature of my butt?

It all ended within a few minutes but I had never felt more violated. The lady friend put me into one of those small cages with a piece of cloth that I can only assume was meant for me to sleep on. That cloth was so overused it hardly provided any padding or warmth.

Throughout the rest of the day other animals were brought in, many of them, in fact almost every one of them, went through the same process. What is this place?

The wall of cages sounded like every spot was full. Some cats went home with their mommys very soon after they were brought in. I wondered if my mommy would come back at all. These people did not give me any food or water all day. It's just as well because I probably wouldn't be able to eat anyway. I just want to go home.

Hours passed by and mommy still didn't come. Things got quiet, then they got very dark, and soon we caged animals were the only ones in the building. I lost a little hope as I fell asleep to the sound of another cats cry.

Wet spots on Chris's pants

Today is supposed to be their day off but they went anyway. They said they have to catch up on some projects. But, after mommy and daddy came home from work today, mommy cooked a really fast dinner and sat down in front of the new tv to eat with daddy. As soon as they finished eating there was a loud knock on the door. I'm not used to seeing anyone come in through that door on mondays but to my surprise it was Chris! Chris was back so soon? Does this mean he is not mad at me for "killing him" yesterday?

All three of them sat and watched as the tv showed many pictures, without the game remotes. I took this as a golden opportunity to spend time with Chris and let him know I was sorry. He pet me the whole time, every once in a while he'd say something to daddy about the pictures he saw, but the rest of the time his attention was on me and watching the tv screen.

I'd never had such a nice massage, my coat felt silky smooth vary fast, as if his hands were a big tongue grooming my whole body at once! It's nice being pet, but today it felt exceptionally great! I was purring so loud and rubbed my face all over his nice soft shirt. Something about the materials felt nice on my cheeks and ears. I started to notice a strange itching sensation and I rubbed and rolled all over him, and it felt so nice I didn't even notice the time passing. Before I knew it I left hair all over Chris's shirt and pants.

The tv stopped and Chris looked at me and said "wow,... Cyan is REALLY affectionate today!". Mommy and daddy looked at me and noticed my behavior and started to laugh. Chris didn't know why until he put me down. He saw his pants had wet spots on it. That wasn't from my nose, so what was that from? Chris said "ah, it's ok. I'll wash them". He left soon after that, and the moment he walked out I heard mommy and daddy laughing really loud. Mommy was describing to daddy what I looked like while Chris was petting me, saying "her back was curled and she was sticking her butt up! Hahahaha! Did you see how she was rubbing all over Chris like that? Cyan is in heat! This is her first heat!"

How embarassing! Was I really doing that? That's what the female cats outside were doing,.. did I look that awful? I wasn't screaming though, I didn't make a noise except purr, maybe I didn't look that bad. Is that what it's called, heat? That itching sensation, that is heat? Is it because Chris was petting me? Was it his shirt? I am so humiliated!

Chris and the new mysterious toys

It was such an exciting day! My friend Chris came by today. It's strange how mommy and daddy allow Chris to examine the new tv, but they yell at me and spray air on me if I get close to it. That's not fair.

Chris carried in some strange black object without cords, and a small bright green box with a round shiny disc in it. They put the disc in the mouth of some machine and the tv lit up with music and flashing shapes for the rest of the day. Mommy, daddy, and Chris all sat on the couch and pushed buttons on their own cordless "remotes" and laughed at what happened next on the screen.

I wanted to participate too, but I guess I will never understand how to use it or what the point of it all is. Either way I had alot of fun walking all over Chris while he played. He lets me sit on his head if I want to! I like to tickle his ears too, but then he tells daddy it is my fault for distracting him when he doesn't push the buttons right.

After some time, daddy and Chris started focusing more and more on the buttons they were pushing. I thought that maybe one of them might need my help. Since Chris is hardly ever here I decided to help him out instead. I walked on his lap and pushed a button down with all my weight and I watched his face for the smile I was expecting to see. The screen did funny things and he shouted "no-ho-ho-ho!". Does that mean I pushed the wrong thing? He told me "why did you do that?! You made me lose!" and daddy laughed at him. Now they both laugh at how I was the cause of mass destruction. I don't understand it all. I decided it was a boring way to pass time, and I ended up taking a nap on mommy's lap until the tv was off. By then though, it was bedtime and Chris had to leave. He said to me "you,... you are the cause of my death!" I don't know what that means but, I hope he's not mad at me.