Wheezy Wednesday

Kitties!

May Ling here.

I'm looking for a place to hide.

Behind the garbage can?

Nope.

The Corner of Invisibility?

That's not working too well either.

How about some loud complaining...maybe that will convince Mommy that I don't need to be at the vet's office??

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Well, that didn't work either.

Rats.

Teh Mommy here:  ML has been wheezing and gasping lately, and I *knew* it wasn't a hairball; she's normally quite efficient about those.  I was pretty sure it was allergies or asthma.  The poor mite had multiple episodes in a single day last week and Scott got one on video...so off to the vet we went.  Dr. Auggie agreed with my hunch and the victim patient received a Depo steroid shot.  We'll monitor her and see how it goes.  It's been incredibly windy this past week and everybody's allergies are playing up so I have high hopes that she was simply joining the crowd and this will be an end to it--because who wants to pee in the carrier twice?

Happy Wednesday!

XX  May Ling  XX

Heinous.

Kitties!

Tiny Johnson here, recovering.

I had a horrendously Terrible Day.  

Apparently evacuating my bowels outside of the box is cause enough around here to be hauled off to the vet's office where I was subjected to an absolutely atrocious intrusion of my purrson--I had my anal glands expressed.  And then a butt shave, and a butt bath!

I may never recover...

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The Mommy here:  Poor TJ.  Dr. Auggie said that his anal glands were the largest she had ever "seen" in her practice--what are normally raisin-sized sacs were as large as grapes--both sides.  No wonder the poor guy wasn't using the box!  He was a star throughout the entire procedure, not a peep or growl out of him; I imagine it had to be quite a relief, actually.  The minute we got home he headed for the food dish, and later devoured a slice of ham and steak bits so he obviously wasn't too traumatized.  Hopefully he should be good to go from now on...heh heh.

Happy Wednesday!

XX  MT TJ  XX

Poor, Poor Maui

Kitties!

Maui here.

I had a terrible week last week.  It was a truly awful, horrible, no-good, vile, ghastly, and--most importantly--a heinous to my anus sort of week.

Because, after the first enema (and subsequent poopsplosions) of two weeks ago my trains still weren't running on time.  Or at all, actually.  So off to the vet I was hauled, singing the song of my people in the car, the lobby, and the examination room:

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Turns out I was really Really REALLY backed up, but after two days, FOUR enemas and a manual disimpaction I'm pleased to report that my trains are finally leaving the station!  Right now I'm getting lactulose and cisapride squirted down my gullet twice daily to help things along, and boy oh boy, do I feel better.  I'm a maniac crazypants playful boy again!  The peeps helicopter over me every time I bust a move towards The Box so it's a good thing I prefer to poop at night--but somehow Mommy can tell which deposit is mine (he's not as sneaky as he thinks--ed.) and I've been "productive" for five days in a row so far...so if I keep up the good work for a month I can start weaning my medicine and see how it goes, heh heh.

Mommy says for the amount of money she's spent I'd better start pooping gold, but naturally she's a rude thing.  Plain old poop is good enough for her.

Happy Friday!

XX  Maui  XX

One Word Wednesday

Ka-CHOO!!!

to be continued...

(un)Happy Wednesday!

XX  Tiny Mystery Patient  XX

Terrorizing Tuesday

Kitties!

Today, a Terrible Thing appeared:

Yes, a radio-controlled truck with a GoPro on it...life will never be the same.

(turn your sound OFF)

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Daddy is a mean, mean, mean, terrible, horrible man.

And you know what makes this REALLY awful?  Mommy is going to Tucson for the rest of the week so she won't be home to laugh like a hyena run interference!

Does anybody want a dozen roommates?

Heeeeeeeeeelp!

XX  The Peeved Pussykats  XX

Woe is I

Kitties!

Salem here.

Yes, I was hauled off went to the vet, where unspeakable violations were visited upon my nether regions!

*ahem*

Mommy here:  Sunday night poor Miss Salem deposited an epic stinky poop in the litter box, you know, the kind you get up out of bed to scoop and the box is three rooms away.  She got a butt bath the next day--the stinky poops had morphed into loose stools and things were getting out of hand back there.  Monday night when I got home from work Salem was on my bed along with an unmistakable aroma--anal gland exudate--and sure enough her pants were a mess.  yikes.  Butt bath and sheets changed at midnight, and Tuesday when everything still looked swollen we were off to the vet.  I told the doc my suspicions whereupon he whisked Salem into the back for a clean up and a  "squeeze"...good golly that cat has a pair of LUNGS! 

 Poor little punkin was all backed up with thick waxy goo.  The vet complimented me on the accurate diagnosis...and he cracked up when I told him "I know my cat's ass!"

The Tiny Tux got a steroid shot for the swelling, and has antibiotics to take for the next week.  I've never had to pill her so that *may* be a challenge, and if she tolerates it I'm to hold a warm compress on her hiney a few times a day.  She came home and ate some chicken jerky for a treat and toddled off to sleep off the indignity in her Daddy's bed.

Poor thing.  

I'm sure she'll keep you updated...

Happy Wednesday!

XX  Salem and Mommy  XX

The Bone Thief

Kitties!

All was not wine and roses toys and beddies in the parcel from Finland.

There was this horribly nefarious item as well--a Kitchen Towel.

As you can see, our nekkid pal Seppo put up a valiant battle to prevent it from being sent across the ocean to PURRsecute us!

Mommy thought the best way to show off the instrument of torture would be to drape it on us like a little saddle.

You can imagine *just* how well this hair-brained idea worked out:

Rupert lost his head...

May Ling Lost her bones...

and poor John almost lost the will to live.

At least MOMMY had fun.

pöh.

Happy Thursday!

XX  Rupert, May Ling, and Johnny  XX

aaaarrrrggggghhhhhh.

Kitties!

Bibby here.

Mommy had a spectacularly craptastic day at work.  There is one individual who is a total slacker and today was the day he decided to critique Mommy on the way she took care of something HE was supposed to do.

It did not go well.  

For him.

So please, while she calms down, enjoy this re-run photo of a Cat-inna-Pizza-Box:

We will be back tomorrow in full fine fettle, friends.

Happy Tuesday!

XX  The Baby  XX

Miffed Mancat Monday

Kitties!

Rupert here.

At the vet.

*sigh*

So, at the beginning of last week I became an extremely Vigorous Digger in the box, and I also started announcing my intentions with a spirited song whenever I felt "the urge" to conduct a little business, a new development.

Kitties, let me tell you that this was a Very Bad Idea, because Mommy got suspicious and started following me around the house, monitoring my rear-ward boxal output--which, as it turns out, was watery, extra extra pungent (according to Mommy, "eye-watering" how insulting is that?) and frequent.

Naturally, I got hauled off to the vet, where my dignity was violated, my innards irradiated and worst of all, I had to pee in a cup!  Well not really, but I did have my pee stolen after I left it in the box.  And no humiliation is complete without documentation, right?

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Well.

I got the last laugh, because according to the vet I am fine; no obstructions, or stopped up pooper, or infected anal glands, and my pee is perfect!  And a few days later I'm back to producing championship-quality deposits.  (and a $380 vet bill, YIKES!--ed)  However, the next time I eat something sketchy--like CC's barf warm dinner--and I get an upset tummy I don't think I'll advertise the fact with a jaunty song!  That Mommy is just too darn nosy.


Happy Monday!

XX  Poopert  XX