My name is Harry Spotter and I am a Sphynx, which means I don't have any fur. I am just bald and naked and proud as can be. When I was home for just a few months mom and dad found out I had a heart murmur during a check-up. My first momma was upset that it turned out I had a heart problem, so she offered to take me back but my new momma said -No! They could never give me up, she even offered to give momma a new kitty and keep me too. But, momma said no, not at this time. So, I went to a heart specialst the vet reccommended. He prescribed a human beta-blocker every morning. I am 4 years old now and feeling fine-cold sometimes but fine.
I had a sister Lady Harley that passed away at age 14. She was like a momma to me. I miss her. My life was very lonely without her so mum and dad got me a new sister named Fiona. What a pest! You will have to read my blog to find out why.
By the way you may notice I sometimes speak in British slang on my posts. Love speaking in slang, so much fun. I also have an affinity for all things British. I love my Bowler, Brolly and Butty sandwiches. Cheerio!
Happy Weekend everyone: First I want to thank Ollie for my beautiful virtual portrait. I hope you all get one for your bloggie too.
Now on to my round-up. It's been a week I tell you. Between Spot and his new found British heritage and concern over grand baby we are all quite exhausted. Spot has really cheesed me off this week. What a prat. He thinks he is the bees knees now. He struts around the house with that stupid Bowler on his head like he is King of England and 007 all in one. He has been such an arse. I think he has gone barmy. He only talks in British slang and he refuses to take that stupid hat off. He is so full of beans. I have news for him, he is not British. We came from the same breeder in IOWA, not England. He has never had a fish an chip in his life.
The closest thing he has come to it is part of of french fry from McDonalds. I am trying be nice and synpathetic and ignore this British thing. After all, I gave him the virus I had and he is still not recovering. The second round of meds has not worked, and he is still sneezing and we think we heard a cough last night. He might have to go to the heart specialist if it gets worse, and that means more blood work for him, chest x-rays, and a heart scan. Poor Chap! Oh well, I guess I will let him pretend to be British for a time more and will try and chat him up a bit even though he is off his trolley. What a flat mate he has turned out to be.
I am doing ok, I get my meds 2x daily and I am eating well, playing, napping and chasing Spot around the house. I can be cheeky too you know. It's so much fun to chase him and watch that stupid Bowler bounce up and down on his head. I get quite the chuckle from it. I am feeling quite knackered myself from this week. Time for some kip myself. Blimey! I think Spot's British accent is rubbing off on me. Fancy that...
Thank you to everyone for your purrs and prayers for grand baby Aidan. The MRI looks good so far, the final resutls will in next week. The CB is the best! This weekend we will be recooperating. Well, That's all the odds and sods for this week. Cheerio!