Phone, Tweeter, Tweet,
PeePhone, Pee-Girl, Phone-A-Thon
Pet Names Now Out of Vogue
Twizzler, Persone-A-Phone, Pewter Cat, Phone Girl
was a very enigmatic cat. We nearly lost her in 1992 after she
was spayed due to an infection. And in 1999 (during the year
after Vladimir's death) she came down with some undiagnosable
virus or infection where she refused food. She also adopted Vladimir's
grumbly demeanor in his absence. Then we took a vacation in the
fall of 1999, left her at home with Natasha and had the neighbors
feed her, and when we returned she had plumped out, became talkative,
and actually became very affectionate toward me (she previously
only had affection for Stan). Who knows what goes on in that
little grey head behind those furrowed brows.
In the early part of this decade, she developed hyperthyroidism and kidney disease. Although we kept it under control for several years, in 2007 she seemed to slowly lose her appetite, sadly affected by the kidney disease. We had her put to sleep on September 7 to stop her suffering. It was an extremely sad moment. Below are my accounts of her when she was still with us.
along fairly well with Natasha, but does like to bite her fluffy
butt. Lately I've caught her kissing Caligula on the nose, and
rubbing her head against Plato's face. She always liked to bite
the Pug's weiner for some unknown reason, so Hieronymus tries
to stay clear of her now.
Her Own Words
is an excerpt from an interview with Persephone when she was
about five years old:
I Were a Human I'd Be . . .a man-crazy
little slut, but a sweet little slut nonetheless.
Shoes, feet, ear-coochies, Stan and his butt.
The vet and car trips. Other than that, I'm so sweet that I love
everything else...even the dogs.
Scariest Time in My Life (at least for my humans). Well there were
a couple of times. The first time came when I was only about
6 months. I went to the vet and they put me to sleep. When I
woke up, I felt horrible, like someone had taken my insides out.
I just felt horrible. I didn't want to eat, and I hid once my
people took me back home. They were really worried about me,
and rightly so. They took me back to the vet several times and
they examined me and put lots of fluid in my body with a needle
because I didn't want to eat food. I think I was going to die,
but they took me back to the vet's once more and they gave me
some drugs and then I got better.
time was several years ago during the spring. I snuck out of
the "food room" after dinner just to take a look outside
because it was so nice. My people went to a party that night
and came home really late, so they didn't even know I was outside.
When they woke up the next morning I assume they noticed I was
gone, because they later went outside and started calling my
name. They looked really panicked. I was kind of mad because
they didn't come home until late, so I didn't come to them when
they called me. I just watched them secretly from the bushes.
They seemed really worried, though. I watched as they left the
house to put up posters around the neighborhood with my face
on them. Ann left the back door to the food room open when she
left, and, being that I was starved by now, I went back in to
get a snack. They had even filled up the bowl for me in attempt
to lure me back! When Ann came back, she was overjoyed to see
me. I would have gotten a big scolding, but they were just too
glad to see me.