Fish's awful Elizabethan collar is off. We are burning it! Not really, because we don't mess with fire (See Cat Code F.765.a) but we are THROWING IT AWAY!

Our Vet says his leg is healing well and took his stitches out. He was a brave cat according to LD and the Big Cat who took him to the Veterinary this morning.

Fish came home, ate a big lunch and curled up in his turtle quilt. He is very happy.

I'm happy, too. Gotta go. A nap on top of his cage is calling me.

Mom will be in the study with us ALL NIGHT. Her sermon isn't finished.

Love,

Whistle

P.S. Sister, my dog, went to the beauty parlor today. She smells good!

Whadda Week!

Whew! Taking care of Fish is HARD WORK!

He came home on Tuesday from the Veterinary. Fish's leg is looking good because the dermitatis from wearing a cast for months is healing. He gets his staples out tomorrow morning!

He can throw away his Elizabethan collar then! He hates it.

I sleep on top of his cage. That's what I call it because Confinement Pen sounds like something in a prisoner movie and it's too hard to spell.

Mom is cooking his favorite meals. LD pets him and talks to him. He can't come out of his cage except when Mom cleans it out because he isn't allowed to walk around outside.

I help him keep his cage clean by sticking my paws through the bars to grab his food. No one believes me when I say I'm just helping him.

Too tired for more,

Whistle, A Great Brother to Fish

FISH IS HOME> I AM SITTING ON HIS CAT CAGE RIGHT NOW! FISH IS HOME!!!!!

Fish didn't come home today.
Fish comes home tomorrow. His new confinement thing is too big for Mom's leetle car.
The Big Cat's car was busy at the Courthouse all day long.

Fish comes home tomorrow. Mom and LD will go get him in the big car.

I want to see my brother, Fish.

Lonely,

Whistle

Julie Andrews, in the most excellent musical, The Sound of Music, suggests that we think of our favorite things when we are afraid or troubled.

I am troubled. Will Fish come home today? Is he ok? What does "confinement" mean?

Julie mentions "whiskers on kittens" so I know she'll approve of my List of Favorite Things:

bottle caps

q-tips

string

cat toy stuffies

gekkos in the house

bellowing in the middle of the night

waking Mom up really early

running through the bedroom at high speed meowing

scratching furniture

chasing or being chased by my dog, Sister

licking Fish

eating cat cookies

these are a few of my favorite things.

Cat Kisses,

Whistle

Fish may come home from the Veterinary on Monday.
I hope he comes home tomorrow because I miss him.
I will be very nice to him when he comes home.
I cannot play with him because he will be in confinement to keep his hip and leg quiet.
Maybe I can put my sleeping bag beside his cage thingie so I can hear him at night if he needs me.

He cannot play with me for 43 days, if you count today. He has to stay in his cage thingie. And I cannot go into his cage thingie.

Whistle

Not Fair! Not Fair! Not Fair!

My dog, Sister, saw Fish at the Veterinary today! She got to nuzzle Fish! I didn't get to go.
Sister got her booster shots and bloodwork done then saw Fish!

Not Fair! Not Fair! Not Fair!

I sent one of Mom's stuffie mice to Fish. LD rubbed the mouse all over me so the mouse would smell like me and make Fish happy. LD said that Fish took the mouse, sniffed it, licked it then fell asleep on it.

I don't get to go see Fish at the Cat Hospital!

Everyone says Fish looks great. He's eating well and meows when he wants to be ear scratched.

Urghhhh,

Whistle, the only one in the entire family (except Andy) who hasn't gotten to see Fish

This is Fish in his hospital room at the Veterinary. He's wearing an "e-collar" (for Elizabethan) to keep him from licking or biting his stitches.

You can see where the techs shaved him (no nicks, thank goodness!). His front right paw is wrapped in yellow tape to conceal his IV port.

Mom and LD saw him today. When the Vet opened the door to his room, Mom just about climbed into it to cover Fish with her body. Fish purred and purred. You can see that we took his turtle quilt to him so he can smell home and love.

Fish looks good. Clear-eyed and eating lots of little Science Diet crunchies. The vet is impressed that Fish did a toe touch when stood up this morning, drank water and navigated his litter box.

This morning, as the Vet worked on her nearby computer, Fish began to meow. She asked him what he wanted. He wanted to be petted so she opened his door and gave him head scratchies.

Mom and LD came home to tell me all this. I don't understand the Elizabethan collar or why they had to shave his personal area, too. No kidding, I'm NOT fracturing MY LEG EVER.

Fish had three pins put into his bones. When he comes home on Monday, he'll have to be confined for 6 weeks. I can't beat him up, I mean, play hard with him for 6 weeks.

Keep praying for my brother, ok? I feel better now because I know he is going to get well.

Love and thanks,

Whistle the Cat

Fish got through his surgery to put cross pins in his fracture to hold his leg. He didn't have a bone graft after all.

Our vet is going to pick him up tonight in Louisiana and bring him back to her veterinary.

Fish is on an IV.

Humans may visit him tomorrow but we cats may not go and Sister, my dog, can't go visit either. Not fair.

Thank you for praying for Fish. He will be in the veterinary until Monday at least. Then he can come home but will be in confinement (what is that???).

I'm just telling you what I heard.

I feel better and hope Fish isn't scared and lonely in Louisiana.

Your Pal,

Whistle

We spent today getting Fish ready for his trip to the vet in Louisiana.

We tried to pretend that he's going to "cat camp" but he isn't.

Mom takes him to meet Dr. D., our vet, early tomorrow morning at the Veterinary. Dr. D. drives Fish to see the orthopaw consultant.

We don't know if Fish will spend one night or two in Louisiana so Mom is sewing his name labels into his cat pajamas and making sure he has clean clothes.

Fish wants to take his turtle quilt but he isn't allowed to bring his own bedding unless it's a thin flannel type blanket.

He's packed his flashlight, his Gamecat and his iPod. Mom put his name on everything, then made a list of what she packed for his suitcase.

We can't eat anything after midnight tonight because Fish has to fast.

I don't quite get that because when I'm hungry I feel slow. Andy, Sister and I are holding off on eating anything after midnight (until Fish and Mom leave tomorrow morning) to show our support.

I made Fish a card about how he's the best brother in the whole world.

Andy chuffed him on the shoulder and said, "Be good, Kid!" and Sister is all over Fish licking and sniffing him.

Mom had to tell Sister to leave Fish alone because Fish was getting slobbery.

I know Fish is in God's hand but I feel sad because he's never been so far from home. Not since we came to live with Sister the Dog. And, when we traveled to come here, we were together.

Whistle, not quite myself tonight

My Brother Fish

Fish went to see the vet today. He got a new cast. I think this is #5 or, maybe #4. This one is yellow and white.

Fish's leg fracture isn't healing.

He goes Tuesday for a consult with the pawopedic vet in Mandeville. Our Vet, Dr. D. is driving him over to see the pet orthoped. Dr. D. overnighted his X-rays to the new doctor.

Fish is very discouraged. He says he will never jump high again. He says he doesn't want to play bottlecap soccer, cat tennis, golf or even string.

Our pal, Melech, sent Fish Cat Cookies. I offered to eat them for him but he said, "I'm not that discouraged." Melech, you are a Prince of A Cat. Peace of the Paw, to you, too.

I feel sad,

Whistle

Mom is upset and has puffy eyes. I nudged her with my nose and she petted me.

Our Mom is gone. We cannot find her. Fish and I looked in EVERY room. She is gone.
No one is cleaning our litter box twice a day.
The water bowl in the study is dry.
Sister ate our food. We are hungry.
No one is here saying, "kitties? where are you, kitties?"
I need to have my stomach scratched.

Very sad, going to leave a gift somewhere...

Whistle

Crookshanks, another famous Ginger Cat

This is Crookshanks, Hermione's cat. He needs to be brushed! Fish says he is supposed to look messy for the Harry Potter movies.

Our family is reading the HP books again. The new movie comes out soon, so does the last book.

We would like to be cat wizards like Crookshanks.

Want to hear the spells we'd say?

"Explorium!!!", makes doors open so we can go outside.

"Feedia!", instant food bowl refills!

"Exitedia", to jump through kitchen windows so we can chase the birds at the bird feeder!

"Andyamoreus!", this spell makes Andy love us and play with us!

"Evaporatelitterboxia", cleans the litter box!

"Appearia!", makes new cat toys appear!

Fish said we don't need wands, just our outstretched paws to make these spells. He is meowing

"healmeia" at his splint right now.

What spells would you add if you could be like Crookshanks?

Peace to the Paw*,

Whistle

*our cat pal, Melech, says this to us!

Fetch, Whistle, Fetch!

I can retrieve a diet coke bottle cap (the plastic ones)! I did it eight times before I remembered to be diffident in front of Mom!

She thinks I'm great!

Whistle, move over Beckham!

I'm not allowed to ask for birthday gifts this year.

If you are worrying that you've missed my birthday, you haven't!

My birthday is in 54 days or 1 month 23 days!!!

Fish's birthday is August 28th, too!

We will be two years old.

I'm not allowed to mention that I want: cat cookies, Roger Tory Petersens's North American Guide to Birds, diet coke bottle caps, a big pack of q-tips to chew on, a pair of Sperry Topsider shoe laces and a new cell phone.

You DID NOT HEAR THIS FROM ME!

Love,

Whistle

Road Trip!

Road trip! Mom says Little Man Kitty and all of our revgalpetpals are getting in this Texas Kitty Car of Justice!

LMK says we are going to "water" stuff when we get there! Hee! Hee!

Pack your turtle quilts, cat cookies and litter boxes! Here comes the T.K.C. of J.!

Really Thrilled,

Whistle

P.S. Even Fish wants to come with us! Andy says he is driving!

Fish's New Cast

We put our names on his last cast and his pawpedic doctor thought it was funny. Everybody signs casts. Can't we?

This cast is lighter weight than the first two. But don't mess with Fish! If you touch it, he will hiss and cry!

Mom says that I will have my ipod taken away for three days if I make Fish cry again.

All I want to do is play with him! All he wants to do is eat cat cookies and sleep under his turtle quilt.

That's all for now. It's time for bottle cap cat soccer with my dog, Sister.

Whistle

See? I told you that the Humane Society has lots of kittens. This areas is kittens. Two other sections hold the older cats. I'm an older cat. I'll be 2 years old on August 28.

Mom says I have to blog everyday this week. My tennis camp is over and Bottle Cap Soccer is next week. Summer enrichment is endless.

Fish has a new cast with a shamrock on it. Our vet took off the old cast with "Sister", "Andy" and "Whistle" written on it.

Fish doesn't want to play anything but cards and long nappage. If I try to wrestle with him, he cries and Mom fusses at me. Drat!

Andy popped me upside the head yesterday. Several times. He doesn't want to play, either.

Gotta blog everyday this week,

Whistle