Thursday, November 19, 2015

Goodbye.

I am gone.  

No one knew—but I’ve been very quietly fighting a battle with Cancer.  My staff had noticed I wasn’t feeling up to snuff, but—trooper that I am—I would rally and perk up and act good-as-new.  

We went to a couple of V-E-T appointments, but bloodwork didn’t reveal anything too out of the ordinary.

No one even knew about my Cancer until my V-E-T Dr. Jon went rummaging around in my belly to see what was wrong.  When he found what he found—oh, it was pretty far along, too far along, and my staff bravely decided to help me over the Bridge.  (I trained them about the importance of Bravery—especially when you’re small.)

I know a lot of people are sad to read this.  I was a pretty popular guy, and handsome, and smart, and charismatic, and never again will such a Magnificent set of whiskers be seen in Thorntown, Indiana, USA.  I heard that lots of people were asking about me during my hospitalization.

I want all of the sad people to remember that I lived one of the best of all possible lives.  I went from a homeless, unwanted stray to become a World-Famous Library Cat.  I had 14,000 square feets of climate-controlled Inside, complete with snack-drawers at every desk.  I had multiple loving mommies, a few daddies, and scores of fans who made special visits to see me. 

My library is full of soft chairs.  I’ve slept in every. single. one.  I tipped every trash-can, gnawed every cord, and found all of the best sunbeams.  I knocked over water-glasses, sat on planners, and attacked rogue Zucchinis.  I never went a day without a tummy rub or a chin-scritch. 

Life was good.  Life IS good. 

Thank you, blogging friends and blog followers, for reading and sharing my adventures.  It’s been a pleasure getting to know all of you.  

Not even this post is complete without a shot of my handsomeness.
My blog will remain online so that people can continue to read my stories and remember all of the happy times we shared.  

Purrs, headbutts, and my best to you all,


Tober

Monday, November 16, 2015

Who knows?

Is there something on my nose?


Happy Monday!

Tober

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Antibiotics

I have been feeling kind of icky lately, so my Posse took me to see the V-E-T on Halloween.  What a way to celebrate Halloween, right?

Dr. Jon took some of my blood and trimmed my toenails and then stabbed me with some cortisone.

I am already feeling better. . . but let me tell you, I will feel LOTS better when we're done with this antibiotic!  It tastes awful.  (I made AAB Christine try it.  She tells me "it isn't that bad.")  Today is the last day of it.

It looks horrible on my chinny-chin-chin.

NOT a selfie.
However, AAB Photographer did get a shot of some truly spectacular whiskers.  I mean, look at these things:

Magnificent.
They're like fireworks but even more beautiful!

On the mend,

Tober