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Missy Two Shoes Died Today or why the decision to euthanize a pet is agonizing

I feel a little stunned and the back of my eyes and head hurt while my heart aches. Missy would have turned 17 years old this Summer which is 84 years old in human years.

She was a happy cat, a trooper, and travelled and lived from one coast of Canada to the other with me. She saw me through two major surgeries, marriage, divorce, addiction, and too many parties and both good and bad times to count. She always purred when you patted her and rolled onto her back for you to rub her belly. Missy loved when I whistled The Andy Grifith tune to her. She used to spend hours outside on decks and rooftops, catching moths at dusk or licking dew off of leaves in the garden. She was a great furry companion.

She is survived by Little Orange, her adoptive son, and Skulley, her stepsister and predeceased by Cat McGandy.

I miss her so much right now. It was agonizing taking her to the veterinary clinic this afternoon to euthanize. She lost the ability to walk this morning and would not eat or drink anymore. Her heart was failing and I couldn’t bear to watch her suffer any longer.

I love you Missy. You are truly missed and will never far from my thoughts.

Missy Two Shoes can haz Christmas

It’s so funny how cats can and do create little nests for themselves anywhere and everywhere. And come Christmas time when the boxes and bags of decorations come out they will indeed find happiness within the gold, red and green decorations.

Oddly enough she let me tie a bow around her neck and didn’t even try to take it off. I did remove the bow before turning in for bed yesterday as I was worried she would hang herself or something… if it got caught on a something you know…

And yes she has regained the use of blinking her right eye after that nasty cat punctured her head. Thus far that muti-coloured feline has not turned up on the backyard deck again.

Power Pus Puss

Twelve year old Missy Two Shoes was viciously attacked last weekend. She is none to happy about losing the ability to blink her right eye after receiving a direct puncture wound to the head between her right side ear and eye.

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The carnage ensued on the backyard deck. I heard the mishap and ran to the rescue of my kitty cat. MEOW! I clapped my hands in fright and screamed in delight when the multi-coloured striped feline assailant fled from sight! Poor Missy Two Shoes would not let me come near, content to perch wide eyed atop of the railing. Now, let me tell you this…

I phoned my Mom and Dad to see about borrowing a car and they drove down as they live but a few blocks away. I comforted Missy while Mom spoke on the phone leaving my number with the answering service for the next *on call vet to return our call. I then noticed the mountains of ghastly fluff all over the deck and sadly it was mostly poor Missy Two Shoes’ grey fur. She wasn’t blinking her right eyelid but her third eyelid sure was. I carried her inside to inspect the rest of her body.

She suffered major scratching to her belly and side and a few other minor dispersed scratches.

The vet called back shortly; saying to wash the wounds with warm soapy water and trim any fur from around it to avoid infection and to bring her in on Tuesday as it was a long weekend here in New Brunswick. I could have brought her in that night however her wounds were not life threatening and she was eating, drinking and purring albeit not quite herself.

I washed her wounds and the puncture began bleeding just, a little bit. The next day the puncture wound had scabbed over and beneath the scab a good sized boil had formed. I washed the wound again gently removing the scab to drain the puss and boy did it ooze olive green!

At the vet on Tuesday afternoon he checked her over, gave her a shot of slow release antibiotics and fed her some minuscule little white pills to aid in repairing the nerve damage above her eye. He said she looked good weighing in at 14lbs! She’s a big kitty! I always find it funny that Missy will not walk into her carrier without being tricked into it. And then at the vet when you take her out she damn well wants back in that carrier immediately.

Power Pus!

The Ball is under control - cat drawing illustration by Jessica Doyle

During the last week I’ve been cleaning that scabbed over for the second time wound all the while watching the furless bump grow into a small grape, and being unable to remove the scab to drain it without hurting her, I just left it in place until it would come off on it’s own.

Well, last night, I sat her on the kitchen table to clean the wound and lightly touched the scab and it blew off into outerspace followed by a green brownish slime landing plop on the floor. Power Pus! I cried “OMG your brains are leaking out of your head!” She sat unable to move, mesmerized likely by the stench of the goo trailing down the side of her furry face. I said “Don’t you run away!” Hoping her amazement would last another 5 seconds until I raced back to her from the sink with a damp cloth to clean her and then the floor up.

Was she ever angry as the realization set in that her brains blew out all over and down the right side of her face. I was thankful she couldn’t blink that right eye for a mere moment as goo was hanging on to her eyelashes. Then the blood came. I didn’t even squeeze or scratch it… it just oozed on it’s own. She wiggled away from me running upstairs to the bedrooms. I ran behind her hoping she’d enter my room and not one of the rental bedrooms, with another wet cloth in hand.

The Happy Ending

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She is beginning to move her eyelid (now that pressure is gone) and the wound, albeit bald and covered in dried blood has not turned into another pustule. She’s a happy kitty!

* living in a smaller city means there is no 24 hour drop-in vet clinic

The cat illustration entitled The Ball is Under Controlwas created by me and is available in my art shop

It arrived! New printer, the Epson R2880

And it is so pretty just sitting in the box.

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Me – It arrived!
Missy the grey cat – MEOW!
McGandy the orange Cat – Meow!

Me – Isn’t it cool! (Trying to hold back tears and jumping up and down while the delivery guy is still there waiting for my signature at the front door)
Missy – Meow. Can I get in the box now?
McGandy – Feed me.

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Needless to say, I can’t wait to test it out. I’ll be able to print on canvas, heavy card stock, watercolour paper and best of all be able to offer hand coloured reproductions of my ink drawings in limited editions. It prints using UltraChrome K3 pigment based inks which are waterproof and will last for up to 300 years under glass. I am currently using an HP Photosmart printer that prints with dye based inks which are not waterproof, will last for 70-100 years and am limited to letter sized heavy paper stock which isn’t bad… but this is better!

Last night I wrote to Epson with a pretty big question after reading through the documentation that accompanied the printer.

I may not be able to plug it into my computer! Uh…oh.

    My computer – Titanium Powerbook G4, OS 10.3.9, 1GHZ, 512MB ram
    Minimum requirements for Epson R2880 – G5, OS 10.3.9, 1.67GHZ or Intel, 1G ram (2G ram recommended)

Once I hear back from them and get the go ahead to plug in, I will. And, if they say don’t do it your PowerBook will blow up! I’ll simply purchase a new Macbook.

I can increase RAM and update my operating system, yet, I can’t go to G5 or Intel from G4 and can’t increase to 1.67GHZ from 1GHZ as that.is.impossible.

So, I have my cake and I need to wait to eat it.

…but it’s worth it!

I’ll post a review as soon as I am technologically capable to.

Note to self – either use the flash or don’t use the flash when taking photos

Orange cat always wants food. She’s 18, so I usually give in and give it to her.

Grey cat is 11 and always wants into every box I open.

Cat poo with a view

missyhauntingLGAs a sentient being a feline must empty it’s bowels just as a human being needs to relieve herself. A cat however is usually trained to do it’s thang in a kitty litter box or other humanly provided poo collection receptacle. Sometimes a cat will poo outside in loose gravel or garden soil. For some reason though, Missy Two Shoes haunts the top of my apartment building leaving in her wake little sun bleached or rain drenched turds for me to collect every few weeks. I would estimate the rooftop to be about 10,000 square feet with the central area being inhabited by two penthouses with the rest being wide open tar paper, bird dropping and overhangs.

Missy prefers to saunter over to the west side of the roof and poop all over the other penthouses unobstructed view of downtown Vancouver. Why she will only pee in her provided kitty litter tray is beyond me. I wouldn’t put it past her though to simply enjoy her poo during the late night view. For she only poops in the middle of the night and has yet after three years of doing so to be caught on film in the midst of pooping. Yet the evidence left behind proves she has the largest self contained kitty litter box potentially in the world… I will contact Guinness. :) lol