Kevin's Watch

That ginger kitteh looks like trouble walkin'.

Oh he is. He's the bugger that delights in waking us up every few hours. And he's not averse to the odd fight either, although he's got nothing on Her. She really is hell on wheels.

--A

Thelma FourFeet, by Lakespringer the Barely Able, who tamed her:

lakespringer wrote:Thelma FourFeet, by Lakespringer the Barely Able, who tamed her:

Nice, lakespringer! The second picture reveals that Thelma's still got some "wild side" to her.

Haha, cute. Good to see you posting LS.

I had to fight my Ginger the whole weekend due to storms which he hates.

Also haven't seen my fluffy She for...6 days now, which is at the outer limit of how long she sometimes stays away, so a bit worried about her. *sigh* She's always been wild though...nothing I can really do but hope she turns up.

--A

I hope she comes home safe. I couldn't stand it - too protective of my brood. If they're not right at the door when I come home, I worry. Gotta count their little faces before I do anything else.

My youngest is having some health issues. She was diagnosed with interstitial cystitis a couple of years ago, and has been in remission for most of that time, but she had a bad flare-up recently and it's taking longer than usual to clear up. The vet did an ultrasound, and found something potentially more serious, but they want to do a follow-up in a couple of weeks - best-case scenario is that she has a blood clot, which should resolve on its own - if it doesn't, then she probably has a growth of some sort on her bladder, which will likely require surgery. So I'm stressed out both with the not knowing and preparing for big bills coming my way. Hasn't been my year for vet bills.

Thankfully, she turned up this morning at about 04h20. 8 days, almost to the hour. I was hell of a relieved.

She also wasn't starving or injured or anything, so I'm pretty sure she has another family somewhere.

Hope yours turns out as well Sorus. Holding thumbs.

--A

we are dog people without a dog right now.

Sorry, Sarge.

Sorus wrote:Sorry, Sarge.

thank you, it has been over a year and I think Julie is finally ready to look at getting another dog.

We moved at the beginning of October and for 2 weeks Patches just sat in her crate and didn't want to come out at all. Finally she decided to poke around and came back with a big bite on the side of her face which swelled up and drained... well, it was really gross. Yesterday I put her on antibiotics because it wasn't healing the way I wanted it to. She seemed okay, but not 100%. Now that the medication is in her system she has gotten her appetite back and the wound looks like it's finally healing well.

A couple of days after she got in the fight, our neighbor came asking about her big orange male, whom I had never laid eyes on but another neighbor told me the cat was "very wicked", and who still hasn't showed up. I couldn't help but wonder if Patches had kicked his butt, even though she is 15 and losing teeth!!

She has adjusted fine, and likes to go sit by the parrot's cage to hang out. Wait till we move her again in January!

As for dogs, we farmed out Aslan to some Nigerian friends and he has flourished-- gained weight and looks happy. So we decided when we move again he needs other dogs to keep him company, only this time we're going to find a dog who is calm and confident to hopefully rub off onto him.

Back when we had Siberian huskies and a dog team, most of them were rescues. We adopted one guy named Kodiak. He was a big male, so nervous he quivered when you touched him. He also had a problem with his voice. He didn't bark-- he SCREAMED. It was like nothing you have ever heard. People driving by in their cars were frightened.

We made the choice to try having him debarked, which involves the vet making a small slice in their vocal chords. We had friends who did it all the time and we didn't like it; but it got so we either had to do it or find Kodiak another home and he was already traumatized by losing his first family.

The operation transformed him. He calmed down and became one of our best sled dogs, always a hard worker. I really think that his horrible shriek made HIM nervous. The icing on the cake was putting him in a kennel with a very affectionate female. He became a big marshmallow! He was always a tad standoffish, but intelligent and trustworthy to the end.

Just got back from Ultrasound Round Two. In Round One, they found a shadow in a place that shouldn't have shadows. Best case scenario was a blood clot that would resolve on its own, worst case was lymphoma. They got a better picture this time and are pretty sure it's a stone - which falls somewhere in the middle, scenario-wise. It's serious enough that it will require surgery, which will be expensive, but it's pretty routine surgery with a good overall prognosis. My anxiety level has gone down a little, but I won't have the actual estimate until Saturday, so I won't be sleeping much until then. The waiting is the worst.

Ah hell, at least it's not worse. Holding thumbs.

--A

I think she's trying to incinerate the cone with her eyeballs.

Yes; this seems... right?

I am not completely terrified...

Cones do not work on my cats.

--A

I am truly shocked that she hasn't managed to get out of it, either through eye lasers or general squirminess.

Yeah, squirminess does it for mine every time.

--A

She was pretty subdued for a few days after the surgery, but she's close to being back to her usual energy level now and has increased her efforts to get the cone off, so we'll see if it makes it until her next checkup.

I'm guessing...no.

--A