Bassett:
Miss Catitude herself. I got Bassett as a way too young kitten, outside a grocery store in Sisters, Oregon, where my parents live. She was the last one in the box.. very tiny, and oh so cute. I batted my eyelashes at my Dad and he said yes
The first thing she did when we brought her home? Play with poops in the litter box, climb a ankle length coat to the top shelf in the closet, and pee in a basket of clean laundry. She also bit Nathan. HARD. Like I said, Miss Cattitude...
The bond between Bassett and I is hard to describe. It's like she knows what I'm thinking before I do. She is very devoted to me, likes Nathan, and tolerates everyone else - if she must.
Last year her heath struggles almost did me and her in. We suffered through months of vet visits, ultrasounds and xrays. Finally, through the blessing of PTers, we got her surgery. It was very invasive, and very serious. They went in, opened her chest cavity, and did three procedures - ligated (closed off) her thoracic duct, moved her omentum (fatty tissue) into her chest cavity to ack as a wick, and removed her pericardium (sack around the heart). She never lost her "tude" though - she bit a vet tech and was given a huge "CAUTION" sign to post on her cage.. HEHEBut Auntie Vickie (Slick) can attest to Bassett's sweetness - Auntie got several headbumpies and even a soft purr during her visit to see Bassett at the hospital.
Now, Bassett is better than ever. She's back to her normal, hissy self, playing and eating up a storm. I can't imagine what I would have done if I lost her
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