Thursday, July 2, 2015
The Crew and the vet
Yesterday Muffin and Kit went into the vet to get dentals. Muffin (13) has had very excellent teeth up until about a year ago when she started developing plaque and it got to the point that I couldn't keep up with it any more and she was drooling when ever she came up to me and purred, which is ALL THE TIME.
Because my vet offers a 10% discount when you combine services for three or more pets I decided it was time to get Kit (8) in there too. She had some build up and it was time for her first old kitty blood work (I generally don't start them till they are nine, but she is tiny and fluffy and spends NO time with me so I would miss weight loss or other normal signs) and besides, Kit is horrible to take to the vet..
Because I wanted to do a senior panel on her, we decided to let her sit at the vet overnight (I certainly did NOT want to put her through the card ride four times) and so Muffin did too. It was a little weird Tuesday night since Muffin lays on top of me each night and Kit lays on top of my husband.
Kit only lost one little front tooth, and Muffin lost one of her molars. When they made it home Muffin, my little tank, came out of the carrier and said "Okay, I went to the vet, where is MY CANNED FOOD!!!" Kit however was quite drunk and stumbling around and it took her a while to get some semblance of herself back. It freaked my husband right out.
Both of them had very good reports blood wise. Kit had a glucose in the 200s but the vet felt the need to make note that was because it was stress. I know it could be, and it very well should be... but I will be testing her in the next day or so to be sure.
Fleurp's blood work is looking better and better. Apparently we need to send it out because her blood doesn't like the in house machine and constantly gives false reports. We will do one more draw when she is off pred and make sure things are okay, and then spot check her a few times. The vet said he found a 'couple' of other cases of cats becoming anemic in the spring on a vet's only website (where they need to subscribe) so she isn't the only one out there.. but darn it.. she is pretty freakin unique.
Anyway, when we were all home I noticed the sun was making a spectacular display and I went to go and take some photos of it..
The whole house turned a beautiful orange color. I went to the front of the house and our front door doesn't close unless you purposefully close it, and I apparently didn't because a moment later,
Bold as you please, she walked right out like this was yet another room in her house. Now I have had cats that wanted to come outside with me before, but never Muff. She likes her nice quite safe under the bed when anything odd happens life. I guess being drunk really does make a difference..
and then I thought sure she would take one look at the rain and turn right back around, my little (okay fine huge) delicate flower of a cat..
I can't believe she got her feet wet!! She was investigating the garage for a bit and finally I scooped her up and brought her into the house before she could cause more trouble... Miss Sassypants.. :)
Later I noticed something about her leg where it was shaved for the catheter. The photos aren't the best because was telling me in no uncertain terms that I needed to stop taking photos and start with the lovin because we had a whole day to catch up on.
The first photo is the front side of her leg to show her normal pink color.. the second is the inside.. it was bright red.. quite bruised. Sadly this morning she has a bit of a limp too. I'm not happy about this. I hope she is better by tonight..