#TBT - Guess Who?

Happy National Lazy Day with Muffin

When I saw on the calendar that today is National Lazy Day, I knew it was a perfect day to talk about Muffin.

Jack is my soul kitty, but Muffin is my shadow. Where ever I am, she usually is if she can.  Currently, though, she is standing in front of the bathroom door because I put Kit in there with some food and she is really hoping that she can mind meld with the door and make it open.

A few months ago she started telling me that she wasn't feeling well and multiple trips to the vet have been inconclusive.  She has a limp so we are guessing that she has arthritis, even though it isn't showing up on the x-rays.  I have started giving her glucosamine, MSM, and hyaluronic acid mixed in baby food which she adores greatly.

Jack and Muffin tend to hang out together, which is fun. They look like they should be brother and sister as her gray fur is the same shade as Jack's but they are about four months apart in age. Muffin's actual brother is Eli and they are my only set of true siblings... but even that is questionable since I know the shelter mixed several kittens in with their mother when I fostered her... I do not know which kittens were hers and which were add-ons, but they grew up together, so I call them true siblings.

Muffin likes to lay on top of me most of all, but I've convinced her that laying on a pillow next to me is almost as good - which I am very thankful for. She loves it when we snuggle and lets me 'spoon' her all the time. She adores me and I also think she thinks that she is my conscious. She often seems to be herding me into doing cat things like taking a nap and getting a snack (preferably for her) and she is quite opinionated about my getting out of bed to go to work, or getting out of bed for any reason what so ever.. I think she thinks I have failed as a cat.. and yet she keeps trying to school me in appropriate behavior.

Jack

Jack is doing well. He is still hypothyroid due to an overly aggressive I131 treatment for his hyperthyroid. Despite this, the only issue he seems to have is that his fur needs to be combed more frequently. This means I keep a comb on my nightstand and as a result, I have a small pile of fur on it because apparently, I can't bare to throw it away. At 14, I know my time with him is not nearly as long as my time has already been with him... but I'm still hoping he'll make it to 30 ;)  I love him beyond reason..

The kittens are still here

This will be the last post on this set of kittens unless something major happens or I am lucky enough to get updates.

Max went home on Friday with his new dad.  As of yet, I have not heard of an update, but I am pretty sure Max can handle anything and is doing just fine.

Unfortunately not everything went well with the kittens' surgeries. Max, Elie, Rose and Roman did just fine, but Corrie had some pretty severe side effects.

When she came home Tuesday night (they were scheduled to be neutered on Monday but were bumped due to adoptions over the weekend) Corrie was obviously still drunk and quite exhausted. All she wanted to do was cuddle up to Rose and sleep. The next morning she could not walk in a straight line without falling over. I immediately rushed her (and Rose - for comfort) to the shelter for an exam by the vet. They told me that she was just having a hard time coming out of the sedation and should be fine in 24-48 hours. I brought her home and she still had a very hard time walking from point a to point b. Thursday she was better, but she had a bit of a head tilt, her left eyelid seemed heavy and wouldn't open all the way.  She could walk in a straight line, but she did so by widening her stance... in other words, she appeared to be adapting more than improving. If you distracted her with play or startling her she would wobble. If she shook her head, she would fall over. She could not climb or jump on things. It was heartbreaking.

By Friday afternoon things seemed to be better. Still not great, but better. She was still wobbly, but it took more of a distraction to cause problems. Saturday afternoon she was climbing up on things and by Sunday she was able to jump up on them, but jumping down still produces a stumble. At this point, if you didn't know her prior to the surgery you would just think she was a clumsy kitten. Unfortunately, I know better, and it makes me a little sad. One side effect of this is that she has become a rather cuddly kitten. I'm loving how she likes to be near me now.

Corrie still seems to be bonded to Rose. I really wish I could know they were going to be adopted together, but that is not my call, all I can do is mention it.  Now if I could find someone who wants to adopt two adorable sisters...

Roman and Elie are doing remarkably well. There was a sneeze or two last night, but I'm hoping that is because of the dusty litter.

A few closeup photos of the kittens