27 posts tagged “ouch”

Here's a video of when I first sat down after the boy got home:

And here's a not-very-good video of him. Tried to show off his tummy, but didn't have enough light.

You can see his shaved peenk tummy pretty well in this photo, though:

This is some very expensive content for

With cone of shame (regular-sized), shaved tummy from breastbone to entire butt (attention: udder impersonation!), stitches down said peenk tummy, shaved spots on both arms for IV, and a serious stank. Whoof. However, him alert, talky, and has already eaten crunchies.

Him was so happy to see us at the vet's, and even happy to run into his cat carrier. Even being called handsome by the vet tech did not assuage him. YOWL all the way home. Now we have the joys of getting liquid meds down him twice a day.

HRT has managed to avoid him so far. She got one final burst of total attention earlier.

He's "helped" me with this post a couple of times as well; I guess him's trying to say thanks for thinking of him.
 
Except for the smell, it's good to have the boy back.

Another night at the vet for poor Tuxboy. I'm sure they have him plenty drugged-up for comfort, though, and are monitoring his output. I'd rather have him there when he's this sick rather than moping around home.

Tortie is taking this opportunity to be totally imperious. Last night she slept in my foot-space but refused to snorgle at all. I took a nap this afternoon and she did, which was less fun than it sounds b/c we put the monthly flea stuff on her and so the back of her neck is a bit stinky. But the purrrrr was great. Just glad I remembered she was due; last time TK was sick, I forgot and so she got fleas and tapeworms. Didn't want to do that again. She needs some hairball stuff too. She hasn't sat on our laps today, just been sleeping at the food of my bed except for fud.

Her should be completely insufferable by the time tuxbrat gets home. Such a tortie.

If not worth it, at least him costs it.

Another $2,000!!!

Him has to stay overnight 3 days and have surgery -- he has a stone so huge that there's no way any kitteh could pass it.

Poor boy. Poor us.

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.

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!