Thanks to you all for posting the pic for me! natal, Thanks! I had to postpone the vet appt to Tuesday. My dryer quit working and had to get it fixed that day. sable, I will definately ask the vet if it could possibly be asthma. She still does it a lot! Funny thing about her, I was ready for her to be a "talker" since she is a siamese mix, and she hardly talks! Maybe she will as she gets older? bestyears, she is doing great with my son! She still loves my DH the best though. My son wants to carry her around, when she would rather be sleeping, I think. He sometimes picks her up when she's in her little post (in the pic), asleep. tjerrilynn, that is the CUTEST thing I have ever seen! I love his (or her) haircut! marlene, thank you and I am glad to hear about the male and female cats together. I am going to seriously start looking for another one. betsyhac, your cats are so pretty and full-figured-LOL! June is on the skinny side now, and I'm guessing she will be until she gets out of the kitten stage. I wonder what she will look like when she's all mature! She plays with us a lot now, and is very curious. She loves to lay on her back and let us rub her belly until she falls asleep, so cute! I got a hooded kitty litter box and she likes it, thank goodness! It has been much easier to keep clean around the box now. I put one of those rubber (I think) kind of pads down in front of her box as she walks out and it has made such a difference, plus the hood on the box. She has Softpaws on her nails right now, baby blue to match her eyes! We just love her!

Hi Jimmy's Girl: So glad to hear your cat's ok. Please don't let obnoxious losers - who have nothing better to do than hide behind their computer and be a negative a$$ - deter you from visiting this site. Best just to ignore that type of person. You'll find that the number of kind people here more than make up for that sad type of individual. I agree that vet bills are, at times, ridiculous. I've found that you really need to shop around. I have a vet 10 minutes from me, but I drive 45-60 mins across town to go to a vet that is much less expensive and also much more caring and knowledgeable. If you need to, try several different vets as various issues arise until you find one you like. To get some good referrals, check with some cat rescue organizations in your area. They will know. It's such a relief for me now to have such a good vet, and to know that if I have to take one of my cats there, it's not going to break the bank. Also, do some reading, either on here or get some books from the library, so that you know which symptoms are the most urgent. To scope out which books are the best, use the reviews posted on Amazon. And, yes, please get your kitty spayed. Not only just in case she gets out again, but for behavioral purposes overall. You don't want her going into heat. Plus, if she's not spayed, that is definitely a driving force for her wanting to get out. And, and this is my opinion, please don't declaw her. When I was young, I declawed my first set of cats w/o realizing what a horrible thing it was. If you decide that you need to declaw her, it's your decision, but do educate yourself first. I know that money's tight, but you may want to consider adopting another kitty to be a friend for the one you have - especially while she's young, so they will definitely get along. If you adopt one from the Humane Society, you most likely won't have to pay much, if anything, for the cat; and they will provide a coupon for free spaying. And, again, your kitty may not be so keen to get out if she has a friend to play with. Another good source for cat info is Cats Int'l - I've provided the link below. I hope this post hasn't come across as preachy - I guess I'm assuming that you are young and/or new to cat ownership. ;) Best of luck, and please don't hesitate to come back again for help if you need to. Betsy Here is a link that might be useful: Cats International

OH!Mine happened on April 22, 2005. I wrote it down, cuz it was just so crazy!! "I was telling my sister over the phone what happened today, and I could hardly believe it myself, so I thought I should write it down. After a great BIG rum and coke (and, I'm not a drinker. I've had a beer in my fridge for over 6 months, and this little bottle of rum for over a year), I've decided I need to write it down so I don't forget, or maybe not believe. First off, I have to say I believe in fate, or whatever. Things happen for a reason. Sometimes (make that most of the time) I may not know what the reason is, but that doesn't mean there isn't one. I need to learn a lesson from today, but I haven't quite got it. What IS it I need to learn. I feel like I've been hit on the head over and over and over today. Days like today don't happen for nothing. Today started off like most. My alarm went off. I got out of bed, got a clean towel and went to the bathroom for a shower. As I stepped into the bathroom door, my toes squished into something that wasn't there the night before. I look down, and there's a big pile of cat puke between my toes. Ick! I should have gone back to bed right then. But, I didn't. Got ready for work. Running a little late and I'm in a hurry. My car doesn't quite catch on the first try, so I do it again, and pump the gas. Big mistake. I try to take off, and my car doesn't want to move. I baby it down the driveway, and put it in neutral and floor it to clean the carburator out. Seems fine now. I take off down the road, and it's sluggish, and doesn't want to go. I can't get to work like that! So, I turn around to get my bug, hoping there's gas in it. It's on the reserve tank, but that's plenty to get to work. I'll leave my first job a bit early and get gas. Work goes just fine. I leave a little early....but I can't leave. I have a flat tire. Call my cousin to see if she could bring me a can of fixaflat. She's barely awake. I call my dad. Talk to mom, and she says dad's home, but outside somewhere. I call the tire shop where I got the tires, and they say they'll fix it for free, but I have to get it there first or pay a $25 service call. I don't HAVE $25. Call dad again. This time he answers and says he'll come and pump my tire up so I can drive to the tire shop. That goes well. He drops me off at the school, and I notice my cell phone isn't in my pocket. I figure it fell out in his car, so I look between the seats etc. NO PHONE. Gawd. What else can go wrong? I go inside, call the tire shop and ask them to look in my car to see if my phone is there. . . it is. Whew. Work goes well. I was only 3 minutes late. I come home. Start the Chevy. It starts right up and purrs like a kitten. I take a sigh of relief and think...ok, glad all that's over! I come in the house, make a nice cup of latte, go outside for a coffee and smoke, let the dust settle, calm down, life is good, nothing bad has happened. Inside, and I hear a shrill scream! Violet is on the porch in hysterics. She's been stung by a bee! Poor child. She's so afraid of bees, and she always seems to get stung when visiting me, and she's the ONLY one who gets stung. We put frozen veggies on her foot, her mom gets out some "special bee cream" (toothpaste) and she starts to calm down. Put some benedryl gel on it. A bandaid. OK. Calm resumes. My friend/neighbor calls to see if I could/would/PLEASE peel and cut 5 dozen eggs so she can make deviled eggs for her son's wedding reception tomorrow. Well, heck......why not? Get them all done, and now my house smells like boiled eggs. Bad. I take them back over to her house, and on the way back to mine, I notice poor old Wylie dog looking a bit stressed. I tell him to get out of the sun, and he tries to stand, stumbles and almost falls. Things are not right with Wylie. I carry him into the house figuring he's got heat stroke. (it was very hot today. Nearly 90) Laura, my cousin, and I put him in front of the fan, and put cool water on his ears and nose and under his pits to try and get him cool. His eyes are twitching very strangely. Cathe, his owner should be home any minute. This is just what she needs this eve before her son's reception. Wylie throws up. Big time. Many times. Cathe comes home, and tries to call her sis in law who works at the vet, but she's out of town. She makes a few more calls. Finally just calls the vet, but of course they can't tell anything unless they see him. I put Wylie in the tub and run a lukewarm shower on him to cool him because he's not getting better. He seems a little better, but not better. We take him outside to see if he can walk yet. He's kinda wandering around in a daze. He's 14, maybe he's had a stroke? I realize I haven't seen Bunny since I got home...................................................where's my cat? We decide to take Wylie to the vet, but I need to find my cat first. I go to my back door to see if she's in my bedroom, and Violet's in there, in a panic because she put a video in the TV (it's a combo tv/vcr in one) and it won't come out. I calm her down, meaning I have to calm myselft down. That helps. No Bunny...... Rose said she saw her earlier going 'round back, so I go looking for her and find her on the pallet table. OK. Fine. I pick her up.......and she's got this HUGE poo pile stuck on/in her BUTT! OMG! Don't touch her backside, she hurts. I can't deal with this now, I need to go with Cathe to take Wylie to the vet, where we are pretty sure he won't be coming home alive from. She took off work when I had to put my Pook Dog down, I need to be there for her. Sooooooooooooooo Cathe and I take Wylie to the vet. Wylie's going to be FINE! It's some sort of syndrome old dogs get in their inner ear. He threw up because he was dizzy. He can't walk because he was dizzy. Whew. Another catastrophy avoided. We are almost giddy with relief. I take Wylie outside while Cathe settles up the bill. She comes running out, saying I HAVE to come see something. On the desk is a flyer with head shots of a black cat that looks EXACTLY like Bunny's brother, Bear that went missing last 4th of July. OMG. Someone found this cat and named him Bones because when they found him, he was skin and bones. He was the right age, was neutered, friendly and liked other cats. The only thing was, it didn't mention his lack of a tail.....I call the number on the flyer....my heart racing and my hands shaking. Dang...no answer. I get the machine, so I leave my name, number and why I called. As soon as we get home, I hear my phone ringing. I RUN and answer it, and it's the lady from the flyer. I ask her about the tail. This kitty she found has got a perfect little tail. Not my Bear. I'm ready for an emotional meltdown. OK, I'm ready for that drink now. Gawd, I NEED that drink now......WAIT. BUNNY poopy Butt. Oh, man. I still have to take care of BunBun. Thank goodness she's a rather docile cat. I don my rubber gloves, get some scissors, the cat, and lock us in the bathroom with the ceiling fan on. Poor Bunny. She let me cut the hair holding the poomat, but she didn't like it. Not a bit. OK. Got the big stuff off. Now, I have to try and WASH this big fuzzy kitties butt. I've never really given her a bath before. Got her in the tub, and used the handheld shower. She tried to squeeze between my legs, and I caught her and held her with my knees. Her front end out of the tub, and the important end IN the tub, getting a good soaking. Cat's done. Time for that drink! Change my clothes, have a drink and a smoke, and take a big sigh of relief........oh yeah, the tape's stuck in the tv...........the tv won't even come on. By this time, I've had a good part of that rum and coke. Things are pretty funny. I get two screwdrivers and a pair of pliers and start operating. (after I unplug it. DUH! IT'S NOT WOORRKKIINNGGG! I plug it back in and push the power button. Nothing. The satellite receiver has power. I'm thinking......there must be a reset button on the back. Rose gets a pen, Laura gets a flashlight, I put the tv on the bed, face down. I kinda flip it back up..................and the video falls out. Sheesh! But, there's still no power to the tv. I dunno what the deal is with that. Time to Freecycle for a new tv I guess. So, out of ALL that, there was really nothing permanent that was devistating. (well, except I have no tv but that's a little thing). My Chevy started just fine when I got home. I got my flat tire fixed for free. My cell phone was found in my car. Violet calmed down after the "special bee cream". Wylie's gonna be fine in about a week. Bunny got her butt cleaned. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo What I want to know is: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? HUH?" That was my very bad, horrible, no good day.

petra_gw hit it exactly. Static comes from dryness. The air in your house is dry so a humidifier would help many things. When the air is too dry it can literally damage your house and your hair is telling you it's too dry in there. Why does laundry have static? Not because people aren't using dryer sheets, it's because they're over-drying their clothes. Cut down the drying time and you'll save money on utilities, save time and lose static. And have one less reason for another unneeded obnoxious smell too. I haven't used dryer sheets in decades and have no static issues. Get some moisture in your hair and it doesn't have to be grease. Usually people like to wash the grease out of their hair. At least I do! A damp comb or brush will help, even run some very hot water in the sink and put your head over it to get a touch of steam in there to moisten the hair. It'll also help for dry sinuses and put a little moisture into the air that is apparently needed.