Lydia & the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Kippy is not feeling well. In this video he is not talking. Kippy ALWAYS talks. I met Mr. Kippurrs on the console of a 4x4.

We moved to our new home in 2005. We came with one kitty named Kiska. We wanted to get a little kitten for Christmas. On a major road going to our chiropractor, doing 65 mph, my daughter put her foot up to the window stretching her very, long legs. She barely touched the windshield and it shattered!...doing 65!!!!! I pulled off, a bit upset, found some little bit of tape in the car, and kind of taped my windshield. (How do these things happen?)

So I'm a little upset at this point, concerned for our safety. But we proceed on to the chiropractor's, where we are able to tape up the window inside and out with clear tape. Going home I want to de-stress and stop in an antique place. My 2 kids who were with me would've normally complained, but knew not to say a word. We continued going home, and what should appear, but a natural products place that sells soaps, etc.. I'd always wanted to stop in, and so I did. Once again, my kids dare not say anything.

We get out of the car and there is a 4 x 4 with the window slightly open. It was the fall, so it was not too hot. And there sitting upon the console is this beautiful fluffy, tall, orange and white kitty. He immediately told me that he wanted to go home, whereby I told him that I would tell his people who were most obviously inside.

We went into their little shop, and we see a frame with all these pictures of the beautiful kitty in the car. I say," The cat in the car"... and before I can finish what I was going to say, they responded,"Oh, is he yours?" Whereby we all 3 looked at each other with great interest in the beautiful kitty.

Well, they found him and were tired of shoveling dead kitties from the well traveled road, so they took him in. They couldn't bring him home because they already had a few kitties and it was too much, so he stayed at their shop. He was taking a break in the car, but was normally inside with them.

So we got to meet this gentleman, who was quite a talker, and oh so very sweet. They were looking for a good home for him. They'd done some research, and were 98% sure that his name was Kit, and that he was living in an empty home with his calico sister for 2 years!!!

It seems that there was this woman named Mrs. Punke, who with her husband had planned to build their dream home. They started, but the husband passed away and Mrs. Punke finished the home on her own. Mrs. Punke never got to have any kids, and so loved her kitties.

The owner of the place said that they found out that the sister of the woman who had the cat, and her daughter , took care of the 2 cats. They fed them. Mostly it was the sister's daughter who did. But they kept them in an empty home! When they realized from their conversation with the shop owner that it wasn't quite copasetic to do this to animals they clammed up. The elderly sister was about to come and identify the cat , but never showed. They knew that Mrs. Punke's cats went to a certain vet.

Well, next came hubby to visit the kitty, and the last person was my Alex. Everyone wanted the kitty, and knew that there would not be a kitten under the Christmas tree if we got him. There was another family who wanted him, but they wanted to declaw him, so the owner was anxious to find someone who would be better for the kitty. (BTW- they had seen a calico nearby but could not entice her to safety). They believed that Kit was looking for his sister.

So we get to the car and Alex asks, "Did you tell them that we want him?" "No. Do you think that I should?" "Yes!!!" So we go inside and tell them. We discussed that we were very interested in him, but that we would have to check him out at the vets before bringing him home to our wonderful, and very much loved Kiska kitty, and would like to do it after the company left from Thanksgiving as it would just be a bit much to have company with a new kitty in the house.

Well, we got a phone call from the owner that they had to leave town and could we please come get him sooner. We tried to get an appt. w/the vet that they mentioned so that if it was him we wouldn't have to pay so much as Mrs. Punke's kitty was all up on his shots, etc. .Well, the vet had no openings and we had to act quickly, so we brought him to a local vet. We never found out if he was that kitty, Kit.

Company came and the kitty, now called Kippurrs,( because Kit was too blah, and if he was 'Kit' then Kip would not be a big change for him) was put into another room for the holiday.And then we had to give him a more dignified kitty name, so his official name is Kippurrs. My Russian grandfather always said that you had to name a cat with 'shepyavshiye bukvi'- meaning with letter sounds that have sh, ch, sch, ps, ts sounds in it so that the cat will come to you when called, because they are attracted to these sounds.

Well, the first day home, Mr. Kippurrs and I were all alone for most of the day. This gentleman talked non-stop for the first 2 hours that he was home. "This is not my home-Humpf! And there is another cat in this house. Humpf! I'm supposed to be the head kitty.Humpf!!And why can't I go where I was?! Humpf! This isn't right and that isn't right and ................................ 2132416563748945387513`41212!@#$%^&$#@!!#$%^" ... on and on he went that I was absolutely drained from him, and was actually having a bit of a hard time with him- me , THE CAT WHISPERER!

Nothing pleased him. No, NOTHING!!! He constantly complained his head off and did not look very happy with us. Everyone started saying, "We should've waited for a kitten. He doesn't like me/us"..and on, and on. Well, I'd had enough and put Mr. Kip into our large laundry room where the litter boxes are. I was upset. Nothing was going right. I went into the laundry room, sat on the floor with him, and cried my heart out.

I told him how I was so sorry that he was missing his home, but that I did not know where it could be, that we had a super , loving kitty home right here, and that I'd like to make another start of things. "He came and pushed and replied that he was quite sorry, that he was a bit naughty and rude, and that it wasn't necessarily all us, but that life stunk badly to him at this time. I told him that I understood, and we decided to be BFF's (Best Friends Forever, for those who may not know the acronym).

Well, life started changing for the better. It hasn't been all smooth sailing , mind you. Kippy has got to be the naughtiest kitty that I have ever had. He scratched the wood, he chewed some wood on legs of kitchen chairs, he shreds cardboard, he massacred some furniture, he is quite the humpfer, and he is feisty with Kiska. They would lick one another, then Kippy would have enough and attack Kiska. This upset Kiska big time, and seemingly out of nowhere he would then attack Kip, getting back at him, and they would go back and forth. Only now Kip isn't doing much of anything.

But, he is quite a personality, and greets everyone at the door, realizing that they must be coming to visit him, of course. One time a service tech came to service our gas fireplace, and he sat on the floor to work in the fireplace. Kippy kept on pushing with the man. The man didn't say anything to him, or pet him, but didn't mind, he told me. The man was HUGE, and it wasn't exactly pleasant seeing what his pants did not quite cover when the man was servicing the fireplace. Well, Mr Kip walked up the man's leg, talking all the while! It was the funniest thing!! The man still said nothing.

Well, Kippy comes to us in bed in the am and other times and asks us questions like, "Is it time for breakfast? Because Serge hasn't fed us yet, and how about that fresh water, and well, if you rub me I might be persuaded to stay with you a bit on the bed..." ...and he gets so jealous when Kiska is there first. We ask questions, and Kippy responds. I have always wanted to tape these conversations and post them, because they are simply hysterical! This kitty is so unbelievably a character.

Well, he's lost a couple of pounds, and is quite skinny now. He didn't eat yesterday, and barely today. He went to the vet before our trip, and we found out on Monday that he has pancreatitis, only they don't know exactly how to treat him without more expensive testing , and things are a bit tight.

We gave him some of the medicine, but then he stopped eating. So we don't know if it's the medicine, or the new food they gave, but the guy is suddenly looking pretty bad , and I thought last night as he lay in his bed, that he might not make it one day. So this morning I was petting him, and the feelings were welling up. I cried last night, and I cried this morning, and I cried looking at my little baby in the picture above. Life is so precious.

I have grown to love this little guy so very much. And with hubby's cancer, and all the pressures we have had and have, and L's car accident 2 weeks ago, and kids not being too respectful today, I've just about had enough. And then I was not too nice today either.

Job hunting and vet bills, and Kippy's life, and hubby's life, and L's life have all just mounted up too much. Lord, it's not exactly a great time to have Kippy so sick. If you could , please, grant him complete recovery, complete health, I would greatly, greatly, greatly appreciate it. I know that all is in your hands, and I know that I have been giving you much to take from my hands, and I know that you gave us our Larissa 2 weeks ago, but I really need some help here. I'm not liking much on my plate here.

...and so that is how it is Lydia and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, today..... ................just a little, itty, bitty, string.....holding me up some days. Boy, do I pray for a better tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, and did I mention the economy and the whole world is flipped upside down? It must be we've gotten ourselves into a parallel universe. I'm just saying...