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.
Capsize? Me? Nope, no Mayday here. Mewma bought this new box-bed (Whisker + Box) at the CatConLA Conference. The box-bed is snug & soft so I feel safe, secure and calm. My two little sisters use it all the time...but I deserve some box-bed time too. My brother, Spirit? Calm is not and never will be a word in his vocabulary.
From our observation deck on the catwalk we see all that moves.
I got this, watch me, watch me....there, got it!!!
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.