5 posts tagged “argh”
TK is wandering from place to place -- sometimes the cat box, sometimes his favorite non-box places -- to pee. And he's only getting a few drops out.
This is exactly the pattern him had last year during his attacks of urinary blockage, after which he'd have to be hospitalized, catheterized, etc.
So it looks like him will have to go to the Bad Stinky Place again.
Him was supposed to be cured of this! And he can't eat the prescription crunchies, and we have no moneys, so we'll be going further into the credit card.
Good thoughts, plz.
I guess I might as well fess up that we haven't seen Daddy Moo since May 14th.
That's over 9 weeks; we haven't ever gone that long without seeing him ever, even before him was friendly to us.
His latest arch-enemy has been striding the fences with impunity, and the birds are more and louder.
No moar WAOW or giant purr.
Moo leaves behind one very stoopid tuxie son, two fud hoomans who miss him, and his blog followers.
We miss his giant cow/soccer ball self, but 4-5 years for an alley tom is a pretty good life. And besides siring a bunch of cute kittens, he also rescued lost little BG. Moo was a good boy.
I'd so hoped to sit on the back porch of a summer evening and skritch Teh Moo, see if he'd be a lap cat, but it was not to be. Him was our winter half-cat; came to us with the rain, left when it did.
Goodbye, Moo -- wherever you are, I hope it's warm and full of cruncheez.
TK just got out!
Only for a couple of minutes. Daddy chased him into the dead-end part of the yard (over where him brat was born) as I got Tortie put up safely. Tux-boy was going YOWWL! YOWWL! that he couldn't go any further. Luckily, he is stooopid enough that I was able to scoop him up before he figured out how to climb the fence. He was about 30 sec. away from figuring though. Daddy was trying to call him over but I could see that TK (who barely answers to his name anyway) wasn't listening.
Back indoors and his little furry mind is BLOWN. Not sure if he's excited or just utterly confused.
Must not be so casual about open doors, even though there was a person on either side, right at it.
Do not know what my heart rate was. Whoof.
Bet him brat doesn't remember that he used to live in that corner and I'd scoop him up every evening at this time for forced snorgles.
Him probably dealing with this better than Mommy.
FDaddy woke me up to say that TK had been running around as per usual and then (while shaving) (FDaddy, not TK) he heard a cry of pain and saw some drops of blood on the tux-butt. He might have been trying to pee, but FDaddy doesn't know b/c he was in the other room.
We cleaned up the baboon butt (many yelps) and decided him needs to go back to the vet. So FDaddy went to work and I had to eat breakfast, get dressed, etc. TK was on the bedroom floor, where I petted him a bunch (purr purr) and HRTortie came in and looked at him very carefully.
So as I'm eating, TK strolls into the living room, climbs up onto the couch, sniffs my spoonful of yogurt, gives a little lick, then goes across the room and executes an acrobatic maneuver to get onto teh windo shlef.
So now I have NO IDEA what to do with the boy! Rush him to the vet b/c of earlier, or hope it was just a fluke?
Obvs. I don't want anything to go wrong with his healing, but OTOH running him to the vet every day isn't good either.
It's only 1:30. I'm going to observe him cat for a while and see.
arghghghghghghghghghggh!
Wow, does he look funny. Besides having the cone on his head, they had to shave a lot. So his tummy pooch is all bald and pink and wobbling. The inside of his back legs are shaved.
Most silly is his backside. Between the inflammation and the baldness, him's got a BABOON BUTT!
We will be taking pictures of all this for everyone's amusement. Right now, he's (sort of) figured out how to eat some gooshyfood and has settled on teh windo shlef.
We have antibiotics and painkillers twice a day (liquid, oh joy, PTUI), plus an antiseptic wash for him cat ass.
2 weeks (!) till the stitches come out, so him has to be conehead for that long.
Have decided to forgo the expensive kitty litter and go with recommended alternative of shredded newspaper.
Meanwhile, the past few days, Tortie wasn't eating. Last night she was particularly bad. So we took her to the emergency care vet (only open nights and weekends) down at the other end of town. MROOOW! She's okay, we just need to coax her into eating anything possible. (And she might have furballs)
She is a diva kitty and has done this before, pre-TK. I think (and the emerg. vet agrees) that she got a complex in her widdle floofy head about all the ants running around the kitchen floor. She HATES ants on her tufty toes, so it put her off food even though the ants don't get in the food.
Vet suggested the miracle drug Valium. It was one of the most AMAZING things I've ever seen. They gave her a little tiny shot right into a vein and literally 30 seconds later she was NOM NOM NOM like you wouldn't believe. She ate more than she had in a couple of days, right there on the exam table. Like she was a little floofy zombie. The nice vet lady sez she thinks it works like pot -- kitty is stoned and gets instant uncontrollable munchies so you have to have the food open and ready before you give the shot. We talked about it all the way home. I have never seen a kitteh go from "don't care" to NOM NOM NOM like that.
So, Miss Pretty Pretty Princess Kitty (the vet and the tech both have diva torties so they know) is going to get her foodies in different places, and some different gooshyfoods with maybe some gravy. Just have to get her back into the habit of eating. Hopefully she'll go back to snarfling TK's food now that he's home.
I am exhausted, mentally.
But there will be shaved pussy pix later. ;)
