The Story of Greenies!

Last year September, I was diagnosed with Pancreatitis. After a month of treatment- I was as good as new. However, there were some casualties.... my food choice got much more limited; as my vet tells my humans- it is likely that I am stuck to the ‘prescription diet’ for life.

Now, life seems to be a long time, because I’m STILL on that diet... and seems like THAT is never going to change!! Meowwww!

You can imagine my delight when last week after my regular medical check up (following my boostie needle, meow!) with the vet... SHE GAVE ME GREENIES!!!!!

Apparently- my teeth needs some ‘exercise’ and I’m a very ‘mouth shy’ kitten (hence the option brushing them like humans do was out of the window with the magpies!). Now, if that is the way you get to get Greenies- being ‘mouth shy’ must be a good thing!

May be because I’ve been deprived of ‘variety’ in general for so many months- those 6 ‘Greenies’ that I get in a day... are brightening up my munch times....

I LOVE GREENIES! Now, isn’t it even better that I happen to have a friend who stays with me day and night... and he too is called ‘Greenie’?

Look! Here's me playing with my friend Greenie!

Starting a-meow!

Early this year, my furless mommy (and the only one that I can remember ever having) promised me that she will do a good job of keeping up with my blog. So far- she has not been very good in keeping her promise (bad bad mommy!).

Repose, originally uploaded by Ehtesham.

However, today she has promised me again- that this time it's for real. She WILL now update my blog regularly. As a fresh start, we are moving to a brand new bloggie; but we remembered to bring all our old entries to the new place... as well as all the comments by my lovely kitty friends.

I hope you will drop by just as you used to. That will definitely help my mommy to keep her promise!

Can I hiss the Mondays away?

It’s been long since Mama figured out that I am not a Monday-cat; as in, of all the days in the 7-day-cluster that humans call ‘a week’- I like Mondays the least!

On Mondays- I meow more, I definitely do NOT want Mama to get out of that door for her daily hunting; on Mondays I’m super-cranky because I hardly EVER get my way on this: Mama hardly ever misses her hunting!!

I guess it is a way to tell that weekends spoil me rotten. I must have picked this up from the humans..... which leads me to think- you know you are living with humans for a long time when you start to pick up their sentiments for a particular day of ‘the week’!

I believe it will be no surprise when I say that of my 17 months life so far- I have spent 15 of them with my humans.... a quick calculation... and that is 88% of my life so far...?

Quite some time, heh? Meow!