THE Birthday Event!

Things were beginning to be suspenseful. . .Would the guest of honor show up? Or would he be too "scared y cat" to attend?
The "cake" was ready, the party hat was there, and the guest were soon to arrive.
The guest of honor was somewhere..... Would he venture to come forward? Did he know the party was in his honor? Did he know he was sixteen (16) years old???



That one was not to disappoint. Wee did indeed show up. He showed up right on time and remained with the "party" until he had had his fill of his special "cake".

Only, he would have no part of the party hat!




What is this, he sniffed?
"Oh boy! ... Oh boy! ... IT'S my FAVORITE!..... Tuna!" He eats dry cat food and rarely gets the opportunity for Fancy Feast, but today... was HIS day, let everyone else eat cake, he was onto something exceptional! And, you wonder... did he eat it all? ......... Every last lick!


.......................................But, he left the candle.
..............................................................HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Wee!

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In honor of Wee or Oui, the cat!

April is about the time our dear friend and pet, Wee was born. So, this year, we're celebrating his life, his sixteen (16) years of life!

We will have a birthday party later on in the month. He actually was probably born on April Fool's Day since Nature has played so many "Jokes" (not funny ones) on him.

We got him from the Humane Society in October of 1994. We went to get a female, Billy likes black cats. Billy picked him out. They showed us this small, black cat and said it was a female. It looked scrawny. It was in a cage with a lot of shredded newspaper. They said it was between four and six weeks old.

The adoption papers were signed, the fee for the shots, neutering and adoption were paid. We took the small, black, guaranteed healthy, female kitten home. It came home to two other neutered cats. Kate, a real mean, dominating cat who chased yelping dogs out of the yard. Moose on the other hand was a real laid back male tabby cat. It must have been a traumatic experience for the tiny kitten.

Billy named her Kelly and she ate, then had the "runs" and couldn't stop scratching her head. Two days later, still having "runs", I realized it may not be that she was scared of the two other cats, so we brought her to our vet. Vet said, "Hun hunnn, not a female, a male, older than six weeks and full of worms and ear mites!" So began the almost weekly visits to the Veterinarian. We renamed Kelly, Wee, after Wee Willie Winkle in the children's poem.

Wee had had one testicle that had not dropped and had to be surgically removed which meant an incision in his underside. The ear mites required treatment for more than a month. I was the "treater", now that was fun! Wee had to be wrapped in a towel, then put on each side and had yulky stuff pulled out of his ears. I am sure you know he liked the procedure.

Once the worms were eliminated, the "runs" did not get much better, so the Vet prescribed Prescription (note: EXPENSIVE) Science Diet for cats with sensitive stomachs. Ahh, that worked! Along with the monthly flea medicine, Wee, who always kept himself very clean, seemed to be relaxing.

I wanted Wee to be a "house cat" since the other two were "in and out" cats. Our cats have always slept in so that we did not have to deal with abscesses due to nightly cat fights. So, Wee never went outside. He wanted to, but we didn't let him go out, no matter how hard he tried to get through the door. About in January, Wee's fur came off. He was bald, except where he could not reach with his tongue. He licked all of his fur off. (Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of this. )

Back to the Vet. She gave him Valium. Yes, Valium, the drug to calm humans. It made him climb the walls. The fur did not grow back! Another Vet Visit. "Cut the Valium in half and try that for a few days." Another Vet Visit, cut the pill in fourths and try that. This was about the third week of a bald cat in our house. It was cold, I cut a sock up and he wore a sock for another week. This also prevented him from licking the fur, but it did not grow back. Another Vet Visit. She said, "It must be psychological. Is there anything he wants to do that you are not letting him do?" Yes, he wants to go outside. We don't let him. Vet: "Try letting him out."

When we got home, he stayed outside until nighttime. The fur grew back and by the middle of February, we had a furry Wee cat again. Wee was not a year old and Nature had already played big jokes on him. He is a survivor.

Billy is now on his own and no longer lives with us, so Wee is totally, MY CAT! Kate and Moose have passed on. Wee's personality has blossomed since he became an "ONLY". He still chases leaves and his tail. He runs and jumps, pounces on lizards, tries to keep other cats out of his yard, and is in very good health.

He and I are on the same wave length and understand what the other wants us to do. (Mostly, what Wee wants me to do.) When I am patient, he is very obedient, is very well trained and willing to please. He follows me around the house. He comes to get me when he wants to eat and sometimes we know he wants company as he eats, so we oblige. He tells me his litter box needs attention, which it gets twice a day. He waits nearby where I take an afternoon nap, then he snuggles on my lap and we nap together. He sits by my side or on my shoulder while I do computering. He will not jump on the furniture unless there is a mat for him to lay on. He reminds us to lift the shades so he can sit on the window sill and look out. He loves massages and fur brushing. He has a sense of humor and I crack up with his silly looks. Oh, he still goes out, for maybe a total of 15 minutes a day. He is a HOUSE CAT! His name should be "Oui" which is French for "Yes". He said "Yes" to life and has for sixteen years, enriched mine.