I am Inkee-Bear. Some say my name should be Mellow-Purr-Bear because I take life as it comes. I was born in April 2011 or three weeks after Gracee. I am a silky, midnight-black, straight-eared Scottish Fold weighing in at almost 13 pounds. I was very sick when I first went to my forever home but my meowmuh and the lady Doc saved me. I purr most of the time but always when I think of them. View Inkee-Bear's Posts.
My little brother, Spirit, joins me at the front screen to catch the afternoon sun, watch the kids going home from school and catch a nap.
They finally figured out why I have had diarrhea all the time. The stool samples at the vet clinic were always clear but I still had diarrhea. They gave me Metronidazole (oral med) a few times. The diarrhea would stop while I was on the Metronidazole but as soon as the medicine stopped, the diarrhea came back. So, they sent my stool out to a speci
We love to sit on the stair landing and look through the bars of the railing. It looks like we are in jail.
This morning I wake up, stretch and start pulling with my claws on the carpet. Here comes Meowmuh commanding: "No!" She picks me up and carries me to a post. She rubs my front paws on it. Whats up with that? My older brother, Tigger, is sitting beside the post watching us.
My new Meowmuh is looking at me as I come running out to greet her. She frowns and says that I am too thin. And, I am thin in comparison to my brothers and sisters. She takes me anyway. I have never been in a carrier before and I hate it. I scream and yowl.