Ye Olde Grizzled Whitey Report

Kitties!

The Baby here.

I'm outside in the back, sun-bathing.

Daddy brought out a padded box for me in case I didn't want to rest on the rocks.  He, with his puny human intellect, fails to understand that I like laying on hard, pokey surfaces, and damn the soft life! 

In fact, I was so comfy I went belly up.

::INCOMING::

Daddy knows just how I prefer to have my tummy rubbed.  It's taken many many many many many biteys to train him, but it's been well worth the effort.

I gave him a nibble as a reward for a well done rubbing.

Kitties, Tuesday I went back to the vet for an ultrasound.  (These photos were taken before I had my tummy *gasp* shaved.)  The vet didn't see anything unusual, no lumps or masses or swellings--which is good--so she and Mommy have decided to pull out the big guns and combat the infection in my innards with three types of antibiotics, plus another medicine that dissolves gall stones, just in case I have a partially blocked biliary duct--which the vet thinks might be the root of the problem.  I get FOUR pills in the morning, one in the evening, milk thistle sprinkled on tuna juice as a snack, and plain yogurt for my gut flora.  I need a daytimer to schedule all my stuff!  Mommy's a champ piller but she's going to visit Shadow on Friday so Daddy (that gutless wimp) will be taking me to the vet for my pills whilst she's away.

The good news is the vet is optimistic that I can beat back, if not completely eradicate, the infection.  I may be taking pills for a while, though.

The bad news is that I've racked up an impressive bill at the vet's office.  (fourteen hundred bucks!--ed.)  

BUT...

...the best news is that Marg will be running an auction for my expenses!  We'll have more details in a few days, and Mommy will be putting up a PayPal link, too.  We have a bunch of cool stuff to auction so I hope you'll take a look.

Once again, thank you for all your purrayers, I think they're the best medicine of all.

Happy Whitesday!

XX  The Baby  XX

Saturday Siren Song

Kitties!

Sweet Pea here.

I don't always sit in Mommy's lap, but when I do it's here:

The Ebil Vet's office!

Yes, I got hauled off to see the vet...a couple of day ago I tinkled on the ESS--which is totally out of character for me--and when Mommy was wiping it up she noticed the tinkle was pink.  I tried to convince her that I was making PINKLE for Valentine's Day but she wasn't buying that story...and the next morning when I tinkled pinkled in the tub (which I DO do sometimes) Mommy was able to collect a sample...and then, the inevitable happened.

Damn, damn, damn.

Naturally I sang the dirge-like Song of My People in the car.

And on the sidewalk.

And in the waiting room.

Loudly.

Not even the yipping of fourteen hyper Flyswatter Dogs* waiting in the lobby deterred me from my caterwauling!

Of course, when we got into the exam room I decided to use my Indoor Voice (thank Cod--ed) and Mommy and I had a little inane civilized chat while I explored the top of the shelves.

see it HERE on YouTube

So...I have to take the Dreaded Pink Juice (amoxycillin) twice a day for ten days as a precaution.  Since I didn't have any visible bacteria or crystals in my pinkle Mommy and the vet are betting I'm stressed out from constantly sparring with May Ling (no kidding!) so I have to take a anti-anxiety pill every day for a month.  Fortunately Mommy is a champ at pilling and I get a tasty crunchy treat afterwards so it's not all bad.  And (for once) Mommy is hoping I'll whiz in the tub when she's watching--that's a first--and paws crossed my pinkle will be merely tinkle again in a few days.

Because after singing all elebenty-seven verses of The Song I need a nap, not a return visit!

Happy Caturday!

XX  Sweet Pee (hee hee)  XX

*those tiny shivery sorts that never shut up...

Mad Pilling Skillz

 Friends and Kitties!

Sheebie and Maui here.

You may have read on Facebook that the G'peeps kitty Shadow had a horrible reaction to a combo vaccination.  (Never again!)  After two-plus weeks, steroids, antibiotics, and several vet visits, Shadow is starting to feel better.  At one point Shadow quit eating and my folks had to force-feed her which was harder on them than her, I think.  It's been a long haul for all parties involved, and I've been on the phone daily with with my parents with support and advice.

My Dad was curious about my pilling skillz, so Scott grabbed the camera, I grabbed Maui (I was napping, Woman!) and we staged a Re-enactment:

I place Maui in my lap, grasping his skull and pinching the corners of his mouth.

Mommy rassels me to the ground.  After a mighty battle, her infinite mass overwhelms my wrigglyness, and she squeezes my head in a vice-like Grip of Death.

I apply gentle pressure to Maui's lower jaw...

Powerless to resist, the torture begins...

...gently opening his mouth.

...oh no No NO NO NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I quickly toss the pill straight down his gullet, bypassing his tongue if possible.

::gack*grfaugghhh*eck*eck*eck::

This may take more than one try.

For Cod's sake woman!  Just how inept are you!? Get the darn thing down!

If you keep your finger in between the fangs you won't get bitten.

This time. 

Finally, I praise him.

GEROFF!  Let me go...and get yer grimy meathook outta my eye!

Easy Peasy.

Now, I admit, Maui has a huge maw and he gets a pill daily so we're both pros at this...some of the other Kats around here require two stoutly clothed people, towels, and preternatural speed to accomplish a successful pilling.  

Everybody and everykitty, all of us at The Lounge want to thank you for purring and praying for our cousin Shadow--she's out of the weeds but she still has a way to go before she's back to her regular sassy self.  Mommy will keep you updated on her recovery.  Right now she's eating on her own, using the box, grooming, and asking for luvvins--and sleeping a lot, which is to be expected.   

It's been a week, folks...here's to a better one!

Happy Sunday!

XX  Sheebie and the Victim Maui)  XX