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Studley

Studley

Studley is the one-eyed wonder cat.

Studley was a stray in my friend’s neighborhood. He was “servicing” the unspayed females, so he earned the nickname the “Stud cat” which eventually became “Studley”. My friend was patient, and gradually befriended Studley by feeding him. The only shelters in her area euthanized unadopted cats after a few days, so she knew a timid adult tomcat had little to no chance. She asked if I could get him into one of the “no-kill” shelters near me. I agreed.

She transported Studley to me in late August, 2002. At under 11 pounds, this large guy was thin and all muscle. The vet at the low-cost spay/neuter clinic I took him to expressed amazement at his muscular forearms and tight abs.

A shelter I adopted from in the past agreed to show Studley on their website, if I continued to foster him and I did. After several months of no inquiries, I grew increasingly attached to this gentle giant and I decided to adopt him myself. When you have three cats, what’s one more?

Studley’s gradually learned to trust me more and more. He’ll come up for pets now, and sleep with me at night. He enjoys cuddling, grooming, and wrestling with the other boy cats. He gained a lot of weight with free access to food. He lost two pounds when we eliminated dry food, but is still over weight and I have to watch his portions and that he doesn’t “help” the other cats with their leftovers.

Studley had to have one eye removed in March 2005, due to severely high eye pressure caused by glaucoma. They found cysts all along his optic nerve. His other eye showed signs of deterioration as well, but is currently stable. In February 2006, I noticed a small cyst or bump on Studley’s left cheek. The vet didn’t think it was anything to worry about – but in April it was still there and on April 14 I asked that they remove it. To my shock and dismay, the biopsy report came back that it was cancer and they had not gotten it all. We consulted with an oncologist, and she felt a second surgery was our best option. They made a second elliptical cut around the first one, and removed the slightly enlarged lymph node. Histograph results indicated they got it all.

Hopefully, Studley is finished demonstrating his amazing ability to grow unusual cells.

Studley

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MySpace, continued

I am thrilled to announce I now have EIGHT MySpace friends! Wow!

Of course, the joy at having eight MySpace friends is a bit dampened by a few things:

1) One of my new friends is an animal shelter – I do like the shelter, but you can’t exactly go out for a cup of coffee with an animal shelter, or order pizza with an animal shelter…

2) Another of my new friends is a cat. LOVE cats – but I somehow feel the fact that two of my eight friends are non-human depletes my “cool and hip” quotient on MySpace.

3) One new friend is my brother. Siblings are kind of bound by DNA to be your friends, I think. On another (but related) note, my dear brother has posted a few comments to my blog. Thanks, Kurt! I suspect Mom told him to. Moms are the ones you can count on to attend your high school sporting events, high school plays, and read your blog. Except my mom is pretty busy, so apparently delegated that task to my brother. I do have to commend Kurt on the t-shirt recommendation. TOTALLY ordered a “Tom is my only friend” t-shirt!

4) That leaves me with five human friends, unbound by DNA. Two are shelter staff, that I suspect felt obligated to be friends with the pathetic old “unhip” cat lady that’s friends with their shelter. (In fact, I do suspect my cat friend may also be a pity vote.) But you know, I’m okay with pity friends.

5) Finally, and perhaps most importantly – I have fewer friends than my cats. Omaha, for example, now has 40 friends. Rumpelmintz has 43 friends – and she doesn’t even like other cats.

Catster.com is interesting. A MySpace for cats. Like MySpace, I joined out of curiousity and so I could see a friend’s private page. Within minutes of joining, I kid you not, cats I (nor my cats) had ever met in our lives were asking us to be friends. No real reason not to accept those invitations, right? I mean, even if these cats are a horrible influence, smoking catnip out behind the litterbox and tipping over garbage cans, how much impact can they have over the internet? I’ll monitor their “Paws mail” inboxes, just in case.

Soon, my cats were having a lovely time with Catster. They were like little Jehovah’s Catnesses or Born-again Catstians, preaching the evils of dry food and the good word of a grain-free wet diet. I think some of their new Catster friends are annoyed with them.

Speaking of fantastic tehnological advances – how about eBay? eBay ROCKS! A friend sent me this great auction… who wouldn’t want a 7’2″ lifelike Jolly Green Giant statue?
Jolly Green Giant

He’d make a great date for my friend’s upcoming wedding – but I’m not sure I want to fork out the dough for an airline ticket for him. Plus, I can just see the issues in-flight:

Flight attendant: “Sir, you will HAVE to sit down so we can take off”

Me: “He can’t sit.”

Stewardess: “He has to sit – we can’t take off until he sits.”

Me: “He can’t sit. His joints are immobilized.”

Can’t exactly put him in the overhead bin. Maybe he could ride in baggage.

Note my first use of a link with the Jolly Green Giant – go me!

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