Day 6, Entry 1 - Bottle Feeders

Dear Diary,

I have not made an entry in a day or so. The weekends with mom always seem to go by too fast. I enjoyed a heating pat Saturday.Mom turned the heating pad on when I wasn't looking nor in the room just to see if I would figure out if it was on. She's crazy if she thinks I didnt hear the clicks from across the apartment. 
I could probably hear the heating pad turn on from up a flight of stairs during a severe thunderstorm.  
Sometimes I wish I could have an entire week of Saturdays with mom, its nice to feel like the whole family is here. I'm pretty sure we are all that each other have got. 
Titan and Mira were orphaned at birth, they've known no mother cat, they've known no other cat except me and mom was literally their mom. Sometimes she calls them the bottle feeders. They do have strange little quirks about them. 

More tomorrow.

Until later,

Nut

Day 4, Entry 1 - Meditation

Dear Diary,

Today was uneventful and I definitely slacked. Tomorrow I'll have to groom myself longer, as a result of my laziness. There was more to look at outside our windows since the sun was shining, for a change. Not to be mistaken for warm weather, I can tell by how cold it is by the windows that it has to be very cold outside.

Sometimes I meditate. I sit on the heating pad for hours om lum lumming hoping my well intentions alone will turn it on. It hasn't happened yet but I'm still hopeful. Mom turns the heating pad on for me on Saturday mornings for a few hours while she has her coffee. What a blessing that is. In my life there's only two seasons now. Summer and heating pad season.

Mom meditates too, she also burns candles with scents of Nag Champa and Peppermint Eucalyptus. We cats don't necessarily enjoy them but at least they don't smell as bad as the essential oils that she uses. Mom's a little bit "new-agey" but I don't mind it that much, especially when she give me Reiki. It's my favorite thing especially when my nose is stuffed up. Sometimes I let mom hold my head in her hands and just fall asleep. Time for my pre bedtime nap. 

Namaste to all. 

Until later,

Nut

Day 1, Entry 1: Hi it's me. It's Nut.

Dear Diary,


Day 1 - mom is making me write a diary of my thoughts. I think she's going to sell and capitalize on it like the publishers of Anne Frank did. This causes suspicion. I don't know what to write about but mom says I should talk about myself so I will make you a list of the things that I like. 



Things I like:

• Heating pads

• Salmon (when mom makes salmon, us cats get a fillet of our own!)

• Naps

• Birds

• My back scratched

• Nip

• Ground turkey

• Toys: milk rings, glitter balls and things of the like

• Titan and Mira (my brother and sister cats, except for when Titan sits on me and bites my neck)

Also a list of the things that I don't like.

Things I don't like:

• Baths (I run circles around the inside of the tub singing songs of my people so much that my brother and sister cat try to figure out ways help me get out)

• The toy, Da Bird - it had so much potential and I was the best cat in the house as far as catching it, it really looked like a bird but mom accidentally hit me in the face with it. Now I hide when it comes out. 

• Being pilled

• Nails trimmed

• Ears cleaned

• The hair dryer (mom felt bad for me after a bath one day, thought I'd be cold and tried to dry me with the hair dryer. I went from tame to feral in 3 seconds)

• Titan when he eats my food

• Titan when he leaps from the floor on top of me, in the middle of the night 

• Cat carriers; I hide

• Having to stay at the clinic while mom is out of town (I worry myself into depression, fever and illness within the first 24 hours of her absence)

• When the fire alarm goes off in the apartment building. All three of us cats hide. Mom says that we'll burn alive with the amount of time it would take her to peel us off of our respective hiding spots we've designated for the sound of the fire alarm. 

I suppose that's all I've got for now. 

Until later,

Nut

The Beginning

The Nut Diaries 

A little about Me:

I grew up in a household that consistently had more than one animal, more than one species and sometimes multiples of the same. Gerbils, hamsters, rats, guinea pigs, dogs, bunnies, birds, goats, a horse and a sugar glider (not all at the same time) were the creatures that filled our lives with joy. Every weekend was filled up with full cage cleaning, and cutting up extra treats for our pets to enjoy. More often than not, our tv would be off and my family and I would busy ourselves with playing with and enjoying these animals in which we shared not only our living space with, but also our lives.
It became a "thing" between my sister and I to pretend to read the thoughts in which we perceived our animals to be having. We soon developed voices for each and every dog we had, each with variation in sound and personality. We got made fun of by our cousins a lot, but it was fun for us and made life much more interesting living in a small town.
Impersonating our animals helped us develop a deeper bond, one that would carry over to every other animal in which we continue share our lives with.

A little about Nut....

(Pea)nut was a farm cat who came into the veterinary clinic that I work at. It was not the first time I had met her, she'd come in months before for a check up of her and her kittens. Peanut had come back for her spay surgery to be performed. As I was getting her ready for her procedure, I held her and cuddled her as I do with most of the farm cats (who are tame enough) to reassure them and build some trust between us. I remember picking her up, from her cage so that the veterinarian and myself could prep her for surgery. It wasn't the first time I had held her that day but in that moment I looked at the veterinarian and said, "we can't spay her, I think she's pregnant." It was a combination of gut feeling and the slightest, almost indistinguishable firmness in her belly that caused such a sudden anxiety to be present within me.
We opted not to spay her and decided to take a couple of radiographs instead. Knowing by feel alone, the babies inside were very unlikely to be far enough along to show any signs of bone calcification (something xray's could pick up) but did see a smaller black dot in the area of her uterus. That was indication enough for the veterinarian to not go forward with the spay surgery.

I gave her a snack and we sent her home to fatten up with the instructions that she was to return about a month before she was due to give birth so that we could give her proper diet and nutrition for the last leg of her pregnancy. We set it up so that she could have the kittens in the clinic and that we would adopt them out as soon as they were able to be adopted. Upon weaning her kittens, Peanut would be spayed and either returned to the farm, or be adopted herself.

This is Peanut's story as told through her own thoughts and perceptions of her world, at large.