The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So Many Cats

Note: All cats will appear in order of arrival

Chapter One: Oz and Voodoo - It all started in 1995, when my Sammy had
to be helped to the Rainbow Bridge. She was full of cancer. :-(

Shortly after that, Sammy sent Unca Graeme and I to see two 9 week
old, black male kittens. Their mother had been dumped in a business
complex when she was pregnant. The nice people in one of the
businesses took her in and she had three kittens, one of which was
adopted by someone that worked there. We decided to take them home
with us, and they became Oz and Voodoo.

Oz and Voodoo will be 13 on October 14th of this year. Two years ago
this past January, Oz stopped eating for some unknown reason. Ted ran
some tests (which all came back normal), and was at a loss at to what
was wrong with him. He suggested it might be a slow-growing tumour,
but couldn't feel anything.

For four months, I force-fed Oz, syringed water mixed with pedialyte
into him, and subqued him once or twice a day as was necessary. Then
one day, much to my relief, he started eating on his own again. We
never did find out why he stopped eating. Almost two and a half years
later, Oz, although beginning to show signs of ageing, is back to his
normal self.

Recently, Voodoo stopped eating, and was acting very lethargic. After
a round of tests, Ted told me he suspects cancer, although we didn't
opt for having an ultrasound done. Voodoo has finished his meds, and
is being weaned off Prednisone, and is doing very well. He's even
begging for people food at dinnertime, which is a very good sign.

* Lucy kant wate to heer more *



wrote:
Note: All cats will appear in order of arrival

Chapter One: Oz and Voodoo - It all started in 1995, when my Sammy had
to be helped to the Rainbow Bridge. She was full of cancer. :-(

Shortly after that, Sammy sent Unca Graeme and I to see two 9 week
old, black male kittens. Their mother had been dumped in a business
complex when she was pregnant. The nice people in one of the
businesses took her in and she had three kittens, one of which was
adopted by someone that worked there. We decided to take them home
with us, and they became Oz and Voodoo.

Oz and Voodoo will be 13 on October 14th of this year. Two years ago
this past January, Oz stopped eating for some unknown reason. Ted ran
some tests (which all came back normal), and was at a loss at to what
was wrong with him. He suggested it might be a slow-growing tumour,
but couldn't feel anything.

For four months, I force-fed Oz, syringed water mixed with pedialyte
into him, and subqued him once or twice a day as was necessary. Then
one day, much to my relief, he started eating on his own again. We
never did find out why he stopped eating. Almost two and a half years
later, Oz, although beginning to show signs of ageing, is back to his
normal self.

Recently, Voodoo stopped eating, and was acting very lethargic. After
a round of tests, Ted told me he suspects cancer, although we didn't
opt for having an ultrasound done. Voodoo has finished his meds, and
is being weaned off Prednisone, and is doing very well. He's even
begging for people food at dinnertime, which is a very good sign.

hey booker you needsa put diz onna websitthingy ifin hersef willz let you,
efin do itzabowt a hoomin, it might be gud fur ofur hoominsta read so dey
kan lurn howta be a gud slafe, Tiger
wrote in message
...
Note: All cats will appear in order of arrival

Chapter One: Oz and Voodoo - It all started in 1995, when my Sammy had
to be helped to the Rainbow Bridge. She was full of cancer. :-(

Shortly after that, Sammy sent Unca Graeme and I to see two 9 week
old, black male kittens. Their mother had been dumped in a business
complex when she was pregnant. The nice people in one of the
businesses took her in and she had three kittens, one of which was
adopted by someone that worked there. We decided to take them home
with us, and they became Oz and Voodoo.

Oz and Voodoo will be 13 on October 14th of this year. Two years ago
this past January, Oz stopped eating for some unknown reason. Ted ran
some tests (which all came back normal), and was at a loss at to what
was wrong with him. He suggested it might be a slow-growing tumour,
but couldn't feel anything.

For four months, I force-fed Oz, syringed water mixed with pedialyte
into him, and subqued him once or twice a day as was necessary. Then
one day, much to my relief, he started eating on his own again. We
never did find out why he stopped eating. Almost two and a half years
later, Oz, although beginning to show signs of ageing, is back to his
normal self.

Recently, Voodoo stopped eating, and was acting very lethargic. After
a round of tests, Ted told me he suspects cancer, although we didn't
opt for having an ultrasound done. Voodoo has finished his meds, and
is being weaned off Prednisone, and is doing very well. He's even
begging for people food at dinnertime, which is a very good sign.

Gud idea, Tiger!

Lucy

Stormmee wrote:
hey booker you needsa put diz onna websitthingy ifin hersef willz let you,
efin do itzabowt a hoomin, it might be gud fur ofur hoominsta read so dey
kan lurn howta be a gud slafe, Tiger

Got it...

Datz a furry gud idearment.

Booker, adding to meowmiez todo list

Stormmee wrote:
hey booker you needsa put diz onna websitthingy ifin hersef willz let you,
efin do itzabowt a hoomin, it might be gud fur ofur hoominsta read so dey
kan lurn howta be a gud slafe, Tiger
wrote in message
...
Note: All cats will appear in order of arrival

Chapter One: Oz and Voodoo - It all started in 1995, when my Sammy had
to be helped to the Rainbow Bridge. She was full of cancer. :-(

Shortly after that, Sammy sent Unca Graeme and I to see two 9 week
old, black male kittens. Their mother had been dumped in a business
complex when she was pregnant. The nice people in one of the
businesses took her in and she had three kittens, one of which was
adopted by someone that worked there. We decided to take them home
with us, and they became Oz and Voodoo.

Oz and Voodoo will be 13 on October 14th of this year. Two years ago
this past January, Oz stopped eating for some unknown reason. Ted ran
some tests (which all came back normal), and was at a loss at to what
was wrong with him. He suggested it might be a slow-growing tumour,
but couldn't feel anything.

For four months, I force-fed Oz, syringed water mixed with pedialyte
into him, and subqued him once or twice a day as was necessary. Then
one day, much to my relief, he started eating on his own again. We
never did find out why he stopped eating. Almost two and a half years
later, Oz, although beginning to show signs of ageing, is back to his
normal self.

Recently, Voodoo stopped eating, and was acting very lethargic. After
a round of tests, Ted told me he suspects cancer, although we didn't
opt for having an ultrasound done. Voodoo has finished his meds, and
is being weaned off Prednisone, and is doing very well. He's even
begging for people food at dinnertime, which is a very good sign.

On Apr 7, 10:38*pm, Lucy wrote:
* Lucy kant wate to heer more *



wrote:
Note: *All cats will appear in order of arrival

Chapter One: Oz and Voodoo - It all started in 1995, when my Sammy had
to be helped to the Rainbow Bridge. *She was full of cancer. :-(

Shortly after that, Sammy sent Unca Graeme and I to see two 9 week
old, black male kittens. *Their mother had been dumped in a business
complex when she was pregnant. *The nice people in one of the
businesses took her in and she had three kittens, one of which was
adopted by someone that worked there. *We decided to take them home
with us, and they became Oz and Voodoo.

Oz and Voodoo will be 13 on October 14th of this year. *Two years ago
this past January, Oz stopped eating for some unknown reason. *Ted ran
some tests (which all came back normal), and was at a loss at to what
was wrong with him. *He suggested it might be a slow-growing tumour,
but couldn't feel anything.

For four months, I force-fed Oz, syringed water mixed with pedialyte
into him, and subqued him once or twice a day as was necessary. *Then
one day, much to my relief, he started eating on his own again. *We
never did find out why he stopped eating. *Almost two and a half years
later, Oz, although beginning to show signs of ageing, is back to his
normal self.

Recently, Voodoo stopped eating, and was acting very lethargic. *After
a round of tests, Ted told me he suspects cancer, although we didn't
opt for having an ultrasound done. *Voodoo has finished his meds, and
is being weaned off Prednisone, and is doing very well. *He's even
begging for people food at dinnertime, which is a very good sign.- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

You won't have to wait long Lucy. I'm posting Chapter Two today.

Anti Heather

I don't mind if you think it will help the other hoominz be good cat
slaves, although it's only the story of how I ended up with so many
cats. But if you think it will help, you have my permission.

Anti Heather

On Apr 7, 11:02*pm, "Stormmee" wrote:
hey booker you needsa put diz onna websitthingy ifin hersef willz let you,
efin do itzabowt a hoomin, it might be gud fur ofur hoominsta read so dey
kan lurn howta be a gud slafe, wrote in message

...



Note: *All cats will appear in order of arrival

Chapter One: Oz and Voodoo - It all started in 1995, when my Sammy had
to be helped to the Rainbow Bridge. *She was full of cancer. :-(

Shortly after that, Sammy sent Unca Graeme and I to see two 9 week
old, black male kittens. *Their mother had been dumped in a business
complex when she was pregnant. *The nice people in one of the
businesses took her in and she had three kittens, one of which was
adopted by someone that worked there. *We decided to take them home
with us, and they became Oz and Voodoo.

Oz and Voodoo will be 13 on October 14th of this year. *Two years ago
this past January, Oz stopped eating for some unknown reason. *Ted ran
some tests (which all came back normal), and was at a loss at to what
was wrong with him. *He suggested it might be a slow-growing tumour,
but couldn't feel anything.

For four months, I force-fed Oz, syringed water mixed with pedialyte
into him, and subqued him once or twice a day as was necessary. *Then
one day, much to my relief, he started eating on his own again. *We
never did find out why he stopped eating. *Almost two and a half years
later, Oz, although beginning to show signs of ageing, is back to his
normal self.

Recently, Voodoo stopped eating, and was acting very lethargic. *After
a round of tests, Ted told me he suspects cancer, although we didn't
opt for having an ultrasound done. *Voodoo has finished his meds, and
is being weaned off Prednisone, and is doing very well. *He's even
begging for people food at dinnertime, which is a very good sign.- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

Owr meowmie sez she nodes all abowt tudu listz. She sez hurz izza
myle long.

DaRennieKidz

On Apr 8, 11:30*am, Booker wrote:
Got it...

Datz a furry gud idearment.

Booker, adding to meowmiez todo list



Stormmee wrote:
hey booker you needsa put diz onna websitthingy ifin hersef willz let you,
efin do itzabowt a hoomin, it might be gud fur ofur hoominsta read so dey
kan lurn howta be a gud slafe, Tiger
wrote in message
...
Note: *All cats will appear in order of arrival

Chapter One: Oz and Voodoo - It all started in 1995, when my Sammy had
to be helped to the Rainbow Bridge. *She was full of cancer. :-(

Shortly after that, Sammy sent Unca Graeme and I to see two 9 week
old, black male kittens. *Their mother had been dumped in a business
complex when she was pregnant. *The nice people in one of the
businesses took her in and she had three kittens, one of which was
adopted by someone that worked there. *We decided to take them home
with us, and they became Oz and Voodoo.

Oz and Voodoo will be 13 on October 14th of this year. *Two years ago
this past January, Oz stopped eating for some unknown reason. *Ted ran
some tests (which all came back normal), and was at a loss at to what
was wrong with him. *He suggested it might be a slow-growing tumour,
but couldn't feel anything.

For four months, I force-fed Oz, syringed water mixed with pedialyte
into him, and subqued him once or twice a day as was necessary. *Then
one day, much to my relief, he started eating on his own again. *We
never did find out why he stopped eating. *Almost two and a half years
later, Oz, although beginning to show signs of ageing, is back to his
normal self.

Recently, Voodoo stopped eating, and was acting very lethargic. *After
a round of tests, Ted told me he suspects cancer, although we didn't
opt for having an ultrasound done. *Voodoo has finished his meds, and
is being weaned off Prednisone, and is doing very well. *He's even
begging for people food at dinnertime, which is a very good sign.- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

I rememfurr Voodoo an Oz!
--
Pitô.ônya

"Lucy" wrote in message
...
* Lucy kant wate to heer more *



wrote:
Note: All cats will appear in order of arrival

Chapter One: Oz and Voodoo - It all started in 1995, when my Sammy
had
to be helped to the Rainbow Bridge. She was full of cancer. :-(

Shortly after that, Sammy sent Unca Graeme and I to see two 9 week
old, black male kittens. Their mother had been dumped in a business
complex when she was pregnant. The nice people in one of the
businesses took her in and she had three kittens, one of which was
adopted by someone that worked there. We decided to take them home
with us, and they became Oz and Voodoo.

Oz and Voodoo will be 13 on October 14th of this year. Two years ago
this past January, Oz stopped eating for some unknown reason. Ted
ran
some tests (which all came back normal), and was at a loss at to what
was wrong with him. He suggested it might be a slow-growing tumour,
but couldn't feel anything.

For four months, I force-fed Oz, syringed water mixed with pedialyte
into him, and subqued him once or twice a day as was necessary. Then
one day, much to my relief, he started eating on his own again. We
never did find out why he stopped eating. Almost two and a half
years
later, Oz, although beginning to show signs of ageing, is back to his
normal self.

Recently, Voodoo stopped eating, and was acting very lethargic.
After
a round of tests, Ted told me he suspects cancer, although we didn't
opt for having an ultrasound done. Voodoo has finished his meds, and
is being weaned off Prednisone, and is doing very well. He's even
begging for people food at dinnertime, which is a very good sign.

[small tabby curls up in the comfy chair, and pops open a Pounce can]

Yu no, sum ov dis story is familyur, but only a liddul. Wee'ze nown
yu a longtime but ar heeerin most ov dis fur da furrst time. An
injoyin it.

Pownsies, ennywun?

Mietze
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