Hi there Mr. Pablo and everycat! It's me Joey. Look at how big I am getting. I am a big and strong mancat. Here are some pictures of me when I was just a little scrawny kid for comparison.


But even though I was scrawny, I was already a great mouse wrangler. There are lots of mouses in this place and I chase them and show them who is boss. What would these people do without ME around here?

Here I have just sub-dude another mouse that was trying to escape out the front door.


I don't know what this thing is, but it is a good thing to attack. I use the stick as my sword and chase the mouses with it.

Now I'm tired from just thinking about all those adventures. A mighty hunter does need his rest.

Update from Tracy: Phoebe and I went for a stroll outside today. Her harness is so big on her these days... The subQ fluids that she got at the vet's office seemed to give her a boost that she needed. She has eaten her new food better than she had been eating over the weekend. It may be my imagination, but it seems like I can already tell a little difference in the meat on her bones. As long as she doesn't take a turn for the worse, the plan is to go back in two weeks after the course of antibiotics is done so that she can get the blood work repeated. Until then, we just hope she keeps eating and gaining weight.

Torchured

My dear sweet Pablo and all my friends,

I want to thank you all for your strong purrs these last two days and your words of encouragement. They really helped me feel a little stronger today. And I really needed strength because I went back to the V-E-T's office to get torchured again.

I am so embarrassed to tell you that those people shaved all my pretty furs off my tummy. Then they rubbed some goopy stuff on my skin and waved a magic wand over me. It showed the doctor inside my liver, whatever that is. The doctor man spent a long time talking to Tracy and Denis about me - blah blah blah, cholangio, blah blah. Whatever, as long as I was safe in my prisoner box. But then they tricked me and made me come back out. They weighed me and found out that I have gained a little weight back - now 7.75 lbs. Then they torchured me again to take more of my blood and they gave me some of Caesar and Prinnie's flooids. I had a funny hump on my back for a while.

So now we are back at home. The first thing Tracy did was make me take a pill!! I thought I was all done with those nasty things since I stopped throwing up and all. This evening, I tried some new food - it is wet and I like it. There was also some sticky sweet syrup mixed in it that I liked to lick. I suddenly realized that I was pretty hungry, so I ate all of the wet stuff.

Well, I guess that is all there is to tell for now. I've had a busy day so I'm going to rest now. We are going to watch The Amazing Race together.

Update

My dear kitty friends,

I just wanted to give a quick update because I have to run. I think Phoebe will want to tell you about her V. E. T. session a bit later tonight.

She had an ultrasound of her abdomen today (we just got home). It showed some un-homogenaity of her liver which goes along with her lab tests. Also some dilation of the gallbladder. Due to her history of inflammatory bowel disease, the Dr.'s best guess is that it is a gallbladder infection that is causing some back up to her liver. Most of the scenarios of a possible cause include an infection somewhere, so that is good news. She will start on antibiotics as well as some vitamins to help clean out the liver toxins and build back her blood. She's also going to try some special liver food.

Hopefully, she's start feeling better and perk up. The Dr. said he thinks the prognosis is good because her liver tests were not too terribly elevated.

Thank you so much everycat for your good wishes for Phoebe. She'll have a chance to tell you how she's doing herself soon.

Dear Pablo and friends,

Monica here, bringing you some information about Phoebe. We both were at the V-E-T's office yesterday for our check up and we found out that Phoebe is not very well. She has lost a lot of weight since this time last year. She is down to 7.5 lbs which is 1 lb underweight. Since she is so floofy, no cat had noticed that she was getting to skinny until recently.

Well, my examination was over lickety split, but Phoebe was taken in the back room and torchured with a needle for a blood sample. The test showed that she is a little anemic and her liver tests are high. She has to go back on Monday for another test. In the meantime, Tracy is trying to coax her to eat anything that she will. We are getting to eat some of Joey's food, but Tracy doesn't let me eat as much of it as Phoebe. That doesn't seem quite fair to me, but oh well. She has also gotten to try some baby food turkey flavor, which I don't even get to taste. But Phoebe didn't take much of that. I offered to take it off Tracy's hands, but she said no.

So will everycat please send some extra purrs our way to help Phoebe get better? Thanks.

Getting a Drink

Dear Pablo and friends,

Have you tried drinking water out of these things? It's hard to get at but it's very tasty. For some reason, Tracy doesn't like me doing this...

What we've been doing.

Dear Pablo and friends,

I am very sorry that Monica and I have not been blogging or visiting our friends' blogs lately. We have been so busy trying to keep that little Joey in line that we have been very distracted. We also had company for a little over a week this month and I was participating in all the activities. Monica was mostly hiding, but she claimed the people's laps when they would sit still and be quieter for a while. Joey has been tormenting me day and night because he always wants to play. He has demolished one of our mice - it was a wobbly mouse and fortunately, not one of my favorites. Here are some pictures of life around here for the last month or so.

I'm a Hero!

Hey, Mr. Pablo! Lookit what I got! This is an official membership into the cats of the revolution club and a hero handbook! What does this mean? I think it means that I am a very special boy. What a strange day I had...

The lady took me in my prisoner box in a moving machine. I was afraid that she was going to take me back because she didn't want me here anymore. First we did go back to the place where they torchured me before. But this time the people just looked at me and said nice things like "aren't you a lucky boy?" and "you are so cute!". I didn't have to come out and get torchured there. The lady put me back in the moving machine and we went to a new place. There, I did come out of the prison box. A new lady touched me and poked me and stuck something up my butt! But she said that I was healthy and very cute. And she was the one who gave me my HERO HANDBOOK! After that, the lady who lives here took me back home. YAY! I don't have to go to a new place.

I think that this book will tell me how to be a good kitten and get those lady cats to really like me.
But I can't read. Drat!

Later on, the lady put some goopy stuff onto my neck. She got it out of that box. Will it make me into a HERO? Thanks for your help.