The doctors had said Isis was looking better last night, and that what caused her illness was not heart-related and likely a kidney problem, but they couldn’t be sure because they had to do a test after she was off the IV stuff.

I don’t gets it. Isis had improved and Mommy and I were going to go see her and wish her a speedy a recovery and now my sister’s gone and she’s not coming back. I want Isis to come back.

I, I’ll be back laters. Right now my Mommy needs me and isn’t handling things too well. Thank you to all our furriends who sent their love and purrs for us during this time.

Right now they don’t know what’s wrong. They’re running tests so Mommy has to wait for them to call her. What they did tell her wasn’t too good.

There is liquid in Isis’ lungs which was why she was having trouble breathing. She’s what the humans call dehydrated too so they have her on IV fluids and she’s in an oxygen tank to help with her breathing. They’re taking x-rays and doing other test-stuff and hope to have somethings to tell us soon.

My big sister is a lot older then me, she turns 15 human years this year in fact. The vet warns that right now it could be a lot of things, like heart problems, kidney failure, or something. I don’t think it is, I mean, it can’t be, right? Isis has always been pretty healthy and tough. So she’s gonna be okay right?

Mommy is really worried. Not only is Isis sick-sick and in need of help, but Mommy is worried over the bill. She put some down but doesn’t know how she’ll pay the rest of it as she’d just finished paying bills so what bit she has is gone. Lot’s of worries for Mommy and me right now.

I’ll keep everyone updated as more news comes available. Thank you so much to all our furriends out there who are purring and praying for Isis. Your thoughts and wishes means a lots to us right now.

I has to apologize for us not blogging in a while. Mom’s been busy with a side-job that has really eaten up her spare time. And since she works off her laptop, well, when she’s gone it’s gone and then we’re without a computer. But Mom’s been negligent with her blog too so we’re not the only bad ones!

Today isn’t looking too good for my big sister. She was okays yesterday in the day, even gots to go outside and lounge on the outdoor furniture, eat grass, and nap in the sun. Everything was fine!!! Then in the middle of the night she woke me and Mom up and started throwing up all over the place. First she threw ups food she ate then it was just gooey stuff Mom calls “bile”. Then she went to lay in her bed and just stayed there unmoving. Wouldn’t eat or drink, won’t move unless you touch her, and then it’s only a little move of her head. And if you try to touch her too much she kinda whine-growls at ya.

Now, Mom got really kinda worried and wants to take her to see Dr. Callista even though Mom really doesn’t have the money for it – but Isis is hiding. Mom thinks she’s under the couch or in the closet but hasn’t found her yet. Since Isis is now hiding we know she is really, really sick because when it’s just a kitty-cold or upset tummy Isis loves attention. But if she hides away, well then she has to be very sick. So Mom is kinda scared but trying not to be. She’s gonna give Isis another hour to come out on her own (’cause the vet isn’t open yet anyway) then she says she’ll have to haul her out. Mom is very worried because Isis is getting pretty old so every time she’s sick Mom is twice as worried as she normally would be. Not fun.

Hopefully Isis will come out on her and all will be okay, or Dr. Calista will just give her a shot or something and she’ll get all betters.

Denali thinks Mommy’s friends are funny. Here’s a news flash: Mommy’s friends aren’t funny, not in the least.

Since it’s getting pretty warm now, Mommy mentioned that she’d be giving Denali a furcut soon. This way Denali’s long fur doesn’t get all tangled in stuff when she’s outside more in the summer and also to keep her from getting too hot. Even though Denali doesn’t really like the process she always loves the results and is very happy to have her furcut for her. Mommy is thinking of doing it next week or the week after, if the temperature keeps getting warm.

Last year, here’s how much fur Denali got trimmed off:

Mommy gave me a trim once and I hated it. I looked nekid and everyone kept laughing at me when they saw me. Sure some went on to say I still looked like a pretty kitty, but they laughed at me. Well, one of Mommy’s friends, who also seems to think I’m an evil kitty and he always calls me “the attack-cat” suggested Mommy find the kitty-equivalent of www.hairgrowthshampoos.net to make my fur longer so I could get my furs cut too.

I now hate him very, very much. Much more then I used to too. I took great pleasure in sharpening my claws on his leg while he was here earlier.

But, in the end, I think he won this battle because Mommy listened to him. No, she’s not going to try and make my furs longer. Instead Mommy is going to give me a “little trim” along with Denali this year. Mommy seems to think it’ll help my fur to grow back nicer if I get a little trim. That and she’s got this thing about me cleaning too much (she always says I clean too much) so I think she really wants to do this to cut down on my cleaning. No fur to clean equals no cleaning maybe? It’s not like I get a lot of hairballs you know.

When that day comes, I plan on hiding like this:

Mommy says it’ll just be a little trim to keep my fur nice and help it grow back healthy and that I “won’t even be able to tell” ’cause it’s just a little bit going bye-bye. But you know what? I don’t believe her and I don’t want my furcut. Denali needs a furcut, yes, I agree totally. But me, I’m a pretty kitty. I don’t need furcuts!

I’m gonna get my revenge on him when he next visits Mommy. Attack-cat huh? I’ll show you attack-cat Mr-Your-Cats-Are-Evil. Oh yes, revenge will be mine!!!!

Isis: Denali wanted to use a picture of her, but by following the rules of the tag, the lucky photo features just me!

Denali: Isis just didn’t wants to share the limelight, she could have been nice and picked photo #9 or #11 so we could use a photo with both of us. But noooooo.

Denali: This photo was taken back at the end of February or the beginning of March of ’09 so it’s about a year old! Not too sure on the exact date because Mom tends to let photos sit on the camera for a bit and when they get uploaded to the computer the folder name is the date the photos were uploaded. Looking at the other pics in the folder this pic was taken right before Mom gots laid off. So February probably. Despite some problems, Mom was very happy and doing well and excited. There are lots of pictures of us doing anything from just napping, playing, or just sitting still.

Isis: Mommy even has a lot of pictures of random stuff too. Trees in bloom, skies full of clouds, a tree swaying in the wind, yuccas, prairie dogs, roadrunners, cacti, sunsets, lizards, and other stuff that caught her eye, or just trying to catch something that caught her eye at the best possible angle. Denali, when she was younger, hated it when Mommy took pictures and always made sure to get up and turn away or cover her face. She’s very patient with Mommy now though and is the more photogenic between us. I get frustrated easily when Mommy is snapping a lot pictures of me. Especially indoors because of the flash. In this picture I was getting frustrated and trying to bat the camera to get Mommy to stop taking pictures.

Denali: Looking at the next pics, Mom musta took pity on Isis and gone to take pictures of other random stuff for a bit before coming back to us and taking more pics. Both me and Isis were trying to sleep on the bed at the time. Even though Mom used to annoy us with how many pictures she could take in a day (good thng she has a digital camera and not a films one) she was pretty happy. She was making big commission, despite her cut hours sometimes, and hours had started to pick up again. That plus the commission she made meant Mom was earning a lot and saving up big time.

Isis: Then Mommy’s work laid people off and then soon Mommy had bills she couldn’t pay and lots of worries. It’s been a rough year for Mommy and it’s still tough. Denali and I would love to go back in time to when Mommy was doing so good. Seeing Mommy stressed, budgeting everything, and cutting corners where she can to keep us fed and taken care of is sad. I no longer mind Mommy taking lots and lots of pictures of me, even when she wakes me up from a nap just to hug me or snap a picture, because at least for that moment Mommy seems happier.

Denali: So the story for us behind this photo is to appreciate every moment with loved ones. *nods* Each moment is precious!

We would now like to pass this tag on to five other kitty bloggers we love and want to see more of. Here’s how it works:

1. Open up your first photo folder and find the 10th photo in it
2. Post the photo on your blog and tell the story behind the photo
3. When finished, select 5 bloggers that you think might enjoy it and tag ‘em!

We would like to tag: Fisher, The Creek Cats, House of Cats, Sweet Praline, and Sparkle. We apologize if you’ve already been tagged for this meme and if you don’t want to do this that’s okay!

That’s why Mom was running around the house gathering up all the trash she could find and making sure it gets put out now. Including the custom cardboard boxes from the place she orders fancy coffee and tea, stacks of old magazines and newspapers she never got a chance to really read, and of course, making sure the trash bins in the kitchen and bathroom are emptied out.

Mom let us go outside for a bit too. I think she just wanted us out of the way so she can take things out easier. Mom dropped a box on the lawn and me and Isis claimed it for us. Because boxes are just that cool.

Isis usually likes to play in boxes with me too, but she just wanted to eat some grass. Mom doesn’t let her out nearly as much as me so she’s outside-deprived. *nods* Poor thing. But then, my big sister is getting old and Mom just doesn’t like her being outside on her own or unsupervised for long anymore. I think it has something to do with the time Isis rolled off the roof. Yeah, my big sister is a little…silly…you could say.

Since Isis didn’t want the box I tooks it and made it into a perfect napping spot just for me! Before I could curl up and sleep though I had to make sure it was secure and that Isis wasn’t gonna pounce me when my guard was down. So I checked it outs first.

After deciding that my box was indeed very safe (ands comfy!) I settled in for a nice nap.

My nap got interrupted though when Mom came and picked up the box to load it in the big trash bin. *sigh* I’m glad she realized I wuz ins it before throwing it though! Mom wasn’t made at all, just scritched my head and called me a cute kitty before lifting me from the box and putting me on the sidewalk. Now Isis and I are back inside and will probably be stuck inside for the rest of today and probably tomorrow too.

Isis has beds that are close to heaters and she normally lays in one of them. Today though? No, she’s being a heater hog. And she doesn’t move either, she stays there and stays there. Mom doesn’t like it because then Isis gets, um, de-hy-dra-ted. That means she gets really, really thirsty. Mom keeps moving Isis away but Isis is being fussy and slinking back.

I guess Isis is trying to copy Mom and loose weight? Maybe she thinks the heaters will work like those rooms with the steam and be a dry, non-wet fat burner?

And no, Isis isn’t sick either. She’s just fine and being her bossy self too. She’s just being a selfish heater-hog. Hmph!

Mommy bundled me up in a nice warm sweater of mine and got me some blankets and off we went to do some shopping. I would have taken pictures of the sights we saw but with all the rain everything looked very gloomy.

First stop was the grocery store where Mommy failed to buy anything that was warm, ready to eat, and smelled yummy. How she could fail in this I do not understand as Albertson’s has very yummy-nummy chicken there and I love chicken. But she failed this task.

Next she went to this place called The Dollar General which is a very odd name to me. Here she bought more stuff, none of which smelled at all interesting. One bag though jingled. It made sounds just like some of our mousie-toys! When I tried to get into the bag to investigate I was scolded and placed back in the front passenger seat while the bag got put in the backseat. Mommy said “Bad Isis, not until Christmas”. So I think whatever is in the bag is my Christmas present! What do you all think Mommy got me this year? Toy mice, toys stuffed with catnip, little balls? Whatever it is it has bells on them! Oh, I can’t wait to see what it is!

On the way home Mommy took the “freeway” so we would get home faster. There were some new (to me) billboards up. Billboards are those big signs on the roads that humans use to tell traveling humans the strangest things. There was one that said “….something…medical travel Mexico…something something”. I didn’t get to catch it all because of the other humans blocking my view and the speed Mommy was going. I just thought it was silly given all of the bad things that humans are doing in Ciudad-Juarez, Mexico right now. We hear about them all the time on the news. Scary place that. Kitties, do not go to Juarez right now, it’s just not safe for anyone.

I sent the link to Mom from an anonymous email account (anonymous@kitty-kitty.net) so she wouldn’t know it was me. Smart huh?

Today I saw Mom take the quiz. Actually she took it twice, I’m guessing one for each of us. The first one didn’t have a very interesting score, but the second quiz…

She’s been eyeballing Isis ever since! And when Isis jumped on the bed earlier Mom bolted off the bed and ran to the kitchen then she came back with a dish full of food for us. Not only was this fun, it’s been profitable too!

Although, Mom did sort of get me back earlier. She’s been acting so nervous ’round Isis that when I saw her taking a couple of pills earlier I thoughts maybe I pushed it too far.

Thankfully they turned outs to be her regular vitamin stuff she takes. She takes those before every meal regularly. I was scared, imagine if she was frightened enough and she ended up having to go through those things that the famous humans go to? I’d hate to see my Mom at a mental hospital or a drug rehab. She’d be miserable, I just know it. No anime for her, not to mention, we wouldn’t be able to visit.

My Mom’s sly, turning the joke on me like that. I wonders if it was on purpose and she knew it was me? Nah!

Isis is very excited because this means she can go on road trips with Mom again. I like riding in the car for little short trips, like to the post office, but not long trips. Isis loves them though and missed traveling with Mom. As soon as we got the good news about the car Isis demanded Mom take her on a trip. I’m thinking Isis had something like those New Orleans, Pasadena, or Orlando vacations though. You know, a long trip that would involve a lot of driving, staying in nice hotels, and lots of sights to see.

But Isis forgot one of Mom’s important rules: only clean kitties travel:

Mom doesn’t like a lot of fur, dirt, or *shudders* fleas left behind in her car. If a simple lint brush won’t clean the seat then the kitty is very dirty in her book. She’s got a lot of books too. So Isis got watered down and then lathered up.

Grandma is the one that actually gave the bath. Isis gets fussy with Mom but she’ll behave for Grandma. Weird, considering Grandma rarely gives treats after a bath and Mom always does. Go figure.

A nice clean Isis. I thought my sister looked very cute in this picture. She disagreed. Threatened to bite me if I posted these pictures too. Oops.