22 posts tagged “ouch”
That's pretty much how I feel.
I was sick all weekend and couldn't do anything. Didn't leave the house.
I'm still not well today. Very achy, headache, I feel grody even after I take a shower, can't sleep.
The only good thing about waking up early is that I got to feed Lord Moo his breakfast. He hopped up and looked in the window and I stood up before he could even get a WAOW out. Got to the door and he was sitting on him carpet square, waiting patiently. So cute.
He ate a TON of crunchies. I told him he was a good boy for leading (or at least tolerating) B.G. here and that BG won't be in Moo's territory any more. I skritched him a little and he is FILTHY, the grubbiest I've ever seen him. It hasn't rained for a while; I hate to think how greasy and dirty Moo will be this summer. He ate and ran.
TK was all excited, of course, HRT was "whatever". Then I fed them.
After that, we had a very small earthquake. HRT was sitting on the windowsill and she didn't move, just swiveled her ears during it. I don't know where TK was; I called to him when it was over and he strolled in the room very casual. Certainly a change from when he was a kitn. Mr. LT slept through it.
The only good thing is that tickets went on sale this morning for the Elton John/Billy Joel concert in November. We called ahead on Saturday to get AMEX to call in, get the tickets, and pay for them with accumulated points instead of actual moneys. We have a bunch of points to cash in before the card expires this summer. So, free concert from all those charges I've been running up at Trader Joe's and Target and Amazon. w00t!
EDIT: On Friday, I went to Walgreen's and they had SUGAR-FREE Peeps. I bought them. They're pretty close to the real thing, not as teeth-hurtingly sweet and the marshmallow goo is a skosh less fluffy. But they're very very very close. Same beady eyes and screaming yellow color.
Tux-Boy has to wear his cone till Monday, they say; him hasn't healed up quite enough yet. Then we also have to supervise him to keep down excess lickage.
TK didn't know he was going to the vet till FDaddy put him in the box, but Tortie had picked up on the vibe and oh-so-casually hid in the closet. Him such a stupid and oblivious kitteh sometimes.
The good news is, if nothing else happens, TK won't have to go to the vet till whenever!
The brat had to spend a lot of time shut up in his room last night for attacking HRT, once right after I told him "NO! BAD CAT!" and separated them. So tortie got to enjoy sitting in the open window and door and nom nom nomming her gooshyfud. TK played with the toys in there and occasionally banged his cone against the door.
I will be so glad not to hear the THUD of the cone against things, and the sound of cat claws scratching on it -- he tries to skritch his earz even though he can't reach them, so he vigorously scratches the plastic. It wakes me up!
YARR MATEYS, THIS BE THE NEWS O' THAT SCALLYWAG TK:
He got his stitches out today! A week earlier than we thought.
Still has to wear his cone, though.
And we need to do a better job of cleaning his baboon butt.
Going very well, however.
Hope to get some pix up over the weekend.
Him's fine! FDaddy ran him to the vet quickly just b/c we cannot bring ourselves to scrub his baboon butt hard enough to get the discharge off, and it kind of forms a scab, which we don't want. Right now he's licking the base of his tail, which is as close as he can get.
When he got back, he ate 1/3 of a big can of gooshyfood, and this was after he'd had a bunch of breakfast crunchies.
HRTortie's eating pretty well now, at least of the cheap wet food. She is staying completely out of TK's range; even though he can't chase her, it's all just too weird for her. Altho she does occasionally sniff his ass.
I have a dream that someday, before the end of the year, both kittehs will be eating the same foodies on the same schedule, like it used to be.
Financial adviser called today to reassure us we still haz munnies. w00t.
Gotta medicate tuxie-boy.
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!
Please enjoy these pictures from yesterday.
There will have to be updates as him has an even LARGER cone that we'll have to wrestle onto him soon since he was able to lick his stitches this way.
Such a brat.
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. ;)
Him operation went well.
He's already had the catheter removed.
He'll be home tomorrow, with a cone.
The specialist will be in Thursday.
TK will have to spend Wed. night there to get prepped, then his operation will be about 4 PM on Thurs.
WOW! I wasn't expecting to hear anything for 2-3 days, much less an actual date.
Many good thoughts for tuxie-boy!
He's been for his consult. Right now he's in good health, but you never know.
We've got a week's worth of liquid antibiotics (PLEH PTUI) and the outside specialist will be called and scheduled. Don't know when TK might go under the knife, but it should be more than a week. Not this week for sure.
In good news, the nice vet lady sez that after the surgery, TK can go back to eating whatever he wants! YAY! He'll have crunchies again, either Cal. Nat. or Innova, and back to the high-quality gooshyfuds instead of the prescription.
Thanx for all your support.
Oh, and the vet tech lurves B&W kitties and TK did not hate her. In fact, he almost headbonked. Well, he wasn't too keen after the temperature-taking. o_O But before that, he perked up and looked her way when she said "Hey, handsome!" Of course that word got him attention.
TK sez: evn teh peepl at teh bad stinky plac kno I am TEH BIG HANDSUM TUKSEEDO CAT!
