Wednesday, July 30, 2008
eye issues
Well the kits were doing so very well that I thought they would be gone this week, but the littest one was just a few ounces short.. Well in waiting for them to put on weight, Luna's eye started to flair up (I think her name was Elle, but she is so shy and so reserved, she just seems like a Luna to me) then this morning another one did. I started them on eye oinment I have.. but I fear they are going to need something stronger. I hope not. I hope this clears right up.
This morning they were all kinda sleepy and laid back.. I hope this is just because they were sleepy, and not because of something else. From the stories I was told when I took them in, they have gone through enough.
My kitties and the strange visitor
We had company last night. My Dh's sister (the owner of his kidney) and her husband and their 1.5 yr old granddaughter..
now, I'm not a person who is particularly fond of kids and babies, but this little girl is obnoxiously cute.. and she just got cuter as the night wore on.
Because it was late in the evening (or maybe because they hadn't yet had dinner) most of my kitties decided running and hiding the whole time wasn't the best course of action. Usually they all scatter, and then Jack might stop by and beg for treats (yes, I think he was a dog in another life) from the strangers... but this time it was Tweedle who was first out! It was soo funny. Tweedle started walking towards us, but then the baby saw her, and started walking out toward Twee. Well Twee had NO idea what to make of it, and froze. Well this made the baby freeze too. So then we had two frozen beings staring at one another. There was no distracting either one of them.. Her GM called the baby, I called Twee.. Nope.. stuck in a stairing contest. Finally GM got up and took the baby's hand and led her away. I ended up being covered in cats.. Jack, Twee and Kit all came to me for comfort. Eli checked them out from down the hall... which is actually quite impressive. Ollie and Muff were no where to be seen.
We then proceeded downstairs, where a game of Wii Golf ensued. the men played, the women watched and played with the baby and the kitty. Kit came down. The baby found all the cat toys, and had fun throwing them. Kit wasn't sure what to make of it, and didn't want to get TOO CLOSE to the baby, but did want to play with the balls. They even had a good game of chase going on .. baby chasing kit, kit chasing baby..
What was so amusing though, is the baby goes on pause if something bad/negative happens to her. She doesn't cry, doesn't fuss, doesn't look around in wonderment.. nothing. Just sits or stands or stays in the position she landed in as if frozen in time. so bizzare, but so cute.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Em (originally written Monday July 28, 2008)
(I was looking at my posts, and noticed this was still in draft form. I thought I'd share it)
I refuse to remember which day Em crossed. I don't want or need it crippling my life. but I know she made it to August.. so as it draws close I find myself reliving memories I don't want or need.. her pain, her suffering.. her stoic nature and her refusal to leave me before she was ready..
She absolutely did not want to go. Fought it every step of the way. Towards the end it tired her out just waking up, and I kept telling her it was ok for her to go, and trying to give her comfort, but every time I would call to make the appointment, she'd sit at my feet and cry pathetically - it was very much a "no no mom.. not yet!" kind of thing. Having worked for a vet, I was acutely aware of waiting too long because the human couldn't let go, but I was not prepared for the pet not wanting to go. Finally I couldn't stand to watch her suffer any more and I made the appointment while she was sleeping. I think she knew it was time but she still did not want to give up. I have got to admire her determination.. she started with nose bleeds in Jan... made it all the way to August. Sometimes I wish I had gone down the road of treating her cancer - given her will to live, but I had never ever seen her that determined before. She was always my 'what ever' kitty.. (well except rides to the vet.. those were vehemently opposed) But even if I had, I think it would have been more for me than her. The A/C I talked to afterward said she was so happy, and if she had known how great the afterlife was, she would have wanted to go sooner.
One thing I do regret - even though I shouldn't - is I left Em alone for a while and went to go see the Simpson's movie. It was at the stage when she just wanted to sit around and not be fussed over.. I know I was bugging her with my attention, but I couldn't help it. So I left and went out. I wish I could have learned to just be with her. I doubt i would remember my time with her any more vividly than I remember those two hours watching that movie.. which in and of itself says a lot to me..
http://wyrdwriter.livejournal.com/14211.html is a lot of comfort to me! thank you Kimber for writing it and putting it in your signature. I read it before Em passed, and I remember as the vet carried her body away just how accurate the "living in a scream" phrase really was. I'm falling to the floor crying and part of my brain goes "oh.. living in a scream.. got it!"
Knowing that I did everything I could for her gives me a lot of solace. Her not being there really takes a lot of that away.
I am hoping as the year finally passes, that I'll get beyond that last year, and remember the silliness, amusement, and joy that was My Beloved Em.
Em
I refuse to remember which day Em crossed. I don't want or need it crippling my life. but I know she made it to August.. so as it draws close I find myself reliving memories I don't want or need.. her pain, her suffering.. her stoic nature and her refusal to leave me before she was ready..
She absolutely did not want to go. Fought it every step of the way. Towards the end it tired her out just waking up, and I kept telling her it was ok for her to go, and trying to give her comfort, but every time I would call to make the appointment, she'd sit at my feet and cry pathetically - it was very much a "no no mom.. not yet!" kind of thing. Having worked for a vet, I was accutely aware of waiting too long because the human couldn't let go, but I was not prepaired for the pet not wanting to go. Finally I couldn't stand to watch her suffer any more and I made the appointment while she was sleeping. I think she knew it was time but she still did not want to give up. I have got to admire her determination.. she started with nose bleeds in Jan... made it all the way to August. Sometimes I wish I had gone down the road of treating her cancer - given her will to live, but I had never ever seen her that determined before. She was always my 'what ever' kitty.. (well except rides to the vet.. those were vehimantly opposed) But even if I had, I think it would have been more for me than her. The A/C I talked to afterwards said she was so happy, and if she had known how great the afterlife was, she would have wanted to go sooner.
One thing I do regret - even though I shouldn't - is I left Em alone for a while and went to go see the Simpson's movie. It was at the stage when she just wanted to sit around and not be fussed over.. I know I was bugging her with my attention, but I couldn't help it. So I left and went out. I wish I could have learned to just be with her. I doubt i would remember my time with her any more vividly than I remember those two hours watching that movie.. which in and of itself says a lot to me..
http://wyrdwriter.livejournal.com/14211.html is a lot of comfort to me! thank you Kimber for writing it and putting it in your signature. I read it before Em passed, and I remember as the vet carried her body away just how accurate the "living in a scream" phrase really was. I'm falling to the floor crying and part of my brain goes "oh.. living in a scream.. got it!"
Knowing that I did everything I could for her gives me a lot of solice. Her not being there really takes a lot of that away.
I am hoping as the year finally passes, that I'll get beyond that last year, and remember the silliness, amusement, and joy that was My Beloved Em.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
kitten picts
the larger long hair (more brownish - lighter in color) is very outgoing, into everything, food agressive, personality to beat the band. The smaller long hair is very very timid, and obnoxiously sweet... I'm in love with her huge anime eyes.. the three short haired kitties are very typical kittens.. nothing wrong with them, but nothing stands out either. They came to me with the sniffles and eye issues, but are all doing very well at this point.
i really need to learn their names.. :)
Monday, July 21, 2008
Goodbye Bearbear (no really this time)
Well I found a home for Bear (or as I have come to call him Bearbear) A woman on the message board I hang out (and was shamelessly plugging him on since I got him) fell in love, and said she wanted him.
I was happy, but very sad about the whole thing. He had come to take up a nice spot in my house, and was quite a little love bug. I knew that there was no keeping him with out severely disrupting my kitty household. Ollie had already expressed his displeasure at the "intruder" by randomly beating up other kitties simply for existing. Ok and he drooled.. I am NOT a fan of drooling.. (which is kinda like saying I didn't like a guy cause he wore loud pants.. no big deal, but I had to focus on something to steel my heart)
We brought him down to MA on Saturday. I had gone over to the shelter to make sure the paperwork was all settled (which it wasn't) and while I was doing that my Dh was going to clean out his litter box so we could bring it with him as it was a really large box. When I got home from the shelter, Bear ran to 'his room' (where his box had been and where he had been staying) and meowed quite pitifully. He seemed to know what was going on. Since he didn't know what was coming, and he liked where he was, he started to lay a guilt trip on me. didn't want to get in the box, meowed quite sadly and made guilt eyes at me.
Once we got on the highway, I let him out of his carrier so I could pat him and tell him it was going to be ok. I am not a fan of pets out of carriers in cars, but I figured if we got in an accident it wouldn't be pretty anyway, and what really were the chances if Bear was good. I figured if he tried to roam about the cabin I'd just lock him back up.
Well he climbed up on my lap, and looked out the window. It was a little odd, because when things caught my attention, I would see Bear's head whip about to look at what ever it was I was looking at. He tried to get up in the window and sit on the dash board, but I wouldn't let him. He tried to look in the back, and I wouldn't let him, so he settled for sitting on my lap and occasionally looking out the window. He would pant from time to time, so I kept adjusting the air conditioning vents to blow on him and he'd stop. After about an hour - and when I was properly covered in Bear fur, he slowly started to migrate to the seat next to me. He just sat there very calmly. Didn't meow, didn't fuss, didn't try to get into places he shouldn't. Just a smart good kitty. We finally made our destination, and I had to laugh. We were looking to meet up with a specific type of car. One came in that was a different color, but looking at it I saw it had a pro animal bumper sticker. Then after the exchange was made, there was another car with a animal bumper sticker, and a third car with a license plate of "PURRR" It seems the universe was letting me know it was going to be OK.
But I do miss him.. and his silly ways of being very cautious on the bed.. the drool.. the happy purr at being able to be a kitty.. heck, even the 'scratching' of the furniture and bed. I don't miss having to lock him up to make sure he had access to food, and I don't miss Ollie being spastic..
I know I did the right thing.. but I just hate when the right thing hurts so much..
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Ollie
Well, yesterday was NOT a good day for my old man. I came home to vomit from the hallway, through the kitchen, through the dinning room, into the solarium, and found Ollie in the new sunroom laid out like he had had a rough day.
I went about my evening routine, and realized he wasn't following me around like he (and all my other cats) do. So I went to find him, and he was in the exact same spot. He felt warm, but it was over 80 in the house, so I tried to tell myself he was just a little over worked from the hairball that was expelled in the dinning room. I turned on the A/C and brought him in the bedroom. He didn't want to be there and immediately left, so I figured he wasn't dying. I finished up my evening work out, and had dinner, and he was still just sitting where he ran off to.
So I took his temp, it was 104.5!! OMG.. well he fought me to have his temp taken, so I knew he had some fight in him, so I figured I'd take it again in the morning and call out of work if need be. I also gave him some Pepcid to try to settle his stomach.
This morning he was up and about being his old self. I knew there was no way he was going to let me take his temp, and I knew that was a good thing.. so I'm just going to keep a good eye on him and make sure there are no other symptoms..
I mean he is a black kitty, and he was laying in the sun for an extended period of time cause he wasn't feeling well.. so maybe he just over heated himself instead of having an internal fever..
Ollie had a habit of eating insulation (don't ask me why.. he just likes it) so that always concerns me (yes, understatement) and he became constipated several years ago (that was a bad situation) but this time someone had left Bear's bag of DM out, and it was chowed on extensively, and most of his vomit was processed (ok digested) D/M and there was a LOT of it.. so hopefully the silly boy just ate till he made himself sick.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Goodbye my plants, Hello Designers...
Well my last set of fosters is gone :( They were so overwhelming when they were all together, but each one was special and unique. It is harder to get to know them personally when there are so many.. I'm sure Ivy and Huck have some great qualities I never really got to know.
I hope my little Blue loves his new home. My first impression of the people who adopted him were not quite what I wanted for him, but they are going to keep him indoors, and the little boy LOVED the idea of Blue being all over him... so I can't complain. Apple and Dandi went to a home who is going to let them outside.. :( I gave her my 'inside only' speech, and can only hope that it got in there somewhere.. or if not, they are very lucky and beat the odds. (I know I know.. a lot of cats do very well outside.. I must learn to be more open minded) Ivy and Fern went to a woman who was in the night before and saw them. She also adopted another kitten, so I bet that house is mayhem! Peony is still at the shelter. Its too bad, she's such a good little kitten.. but solid black little kitties don't grab attention like the others..
I got a call today from the shelter asking me to take another set from a woman who was overwhelmed with medicating them. Five little girls, all in tabby and tiger coats. The previous foster mom and daughter named them after designers. One of them is named Dior.. I've forgotten the rest, but she gave me a cheat sheet. there is a mom cat, who apparently isn't even their mom. She is very young and very thin. She apparently is very protective, but teh whole act of moving to a new place, with the new smells and everything sent her off the deep end, and she was attacking everything that moved, growling and hissing and spitting.. so she is in my cage cooling off at the moment. I'll have to get photos right quick because they are beautiful cats.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Why do I do this to myself??
Every single time I go to craigslist.org into the pets section, I leave wanting to beat someone silly. EVERY SINGLE TIME!! tonight's posts were just over the top
Male Mittens and Female Sophie both spayed and neutured. Declawed in front only, Going away for summer need good home ASAP. They are 4 years old and I want to keep them together. They love kids and never scratch us! See pictures and you will fall in love....
Please help so they get the love they deserve.
you are going away for the summer so you are rehoming your cats?? OMG really?? then yes, absolutely these cats deserve some love!! arrgh
and
Trying to save two cat's lives!
My step mother has been taking care of my sister’s cats for about 5 years now. They are Jack and Sophie, I have pictures of them (see attached). Unfortunately due to her travel schedules she is no longer able to take care of them. She knows they will not thrive in a shelter situation so she feels that the only fair thing to do would be to euthanize them if she can’t find homes for them. ( I know, I know! The date she has set is August 1 so this is time sensitive) :/ *kitties descriptions edited out
OMG.. they won't thrive being dead either!! at least give these poor kitties a chance!
I could rant on and on, but chances are if you are reading this blog you are ranting yourself.. no need to add to it :)
bye bye plant kitties
Well Fern, Blueberry, Apple, Peony, Dandelion and Ivy are schedualed to go in on Wednesday for their surgery.. *Sob* I shall miss my little Blue. My little shadow.. and Dande.. her fierceness while she plays - but in a good way, and Pea and her soft soft fur and her seductive ways of getting you to bend to her will.. and Apple's... well how she's stuck on fast forward.. lol.. she never fails to make me laugh.. Fern's well rounded socialization, how she's up for anything.. and Ivy's cute little French manicure..
Sigh
I can't keep them forever, and honestly I don't want to, and I'll get new kittens right quick to fill the void.. but the void will be there, and they will be missed.
I hope Blue finds a home who is willing to dote on him until he gets sick of it (which he wont) And Apple gets a home who is forgiving, and / or takes a second kitten to try to keep her distracted and off the curtains :D
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