October 8th 2013 11:02 pm
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Well, cats, you may have noticed that I haven’t written in my journal since around the time of my 10th birthday, which was in June of last year. I’m 11 years old now and old age appears to have a firm grip on me because my health just ain’t what it used to be.
The symptoms first made their appearance rather quickly back in December of last year when I was suddenly drinking a lot more water and peeing more than usual. Mom says she rarely ever saw me drinking water before, so the drastic change in my habits meant it was time for a visit to the v-e-t. The result of that initial visit was that Mom had to buy some of that expensive kitty litter for me to pee in and she would obtain a sample of my pee for the lab to analyze. Of course, the sample that she got from me wasn’t quite enough to do all of the diagnostic tests, and Mom wasn’t smart enough to keep the litter just in case, so she had to buy another bag of the expensive kitty litter and get me to pee in it again so that a second sample could be brought in for a more complete analysis. The v-e-t was unable to pronounce a diagnosis at this stage and attributed my increased thirst and urination to getting older. She ruled out diabetes, but did observe that the pee sample was very dilute. This was in February.
I returned to the v-e-t in June for a health check with the intention of getting my teeth cleaned at a subsequent appointment (well that was Mom’s intention, not mine). At this time, as my symptoms had not subsided, a blood sample was taken from me to be analyzed. The results were that my dental appointment was cancelled because going under anesthesia was no longer recommended given the state of my health. The lab report confirmed that my “T4 is at upper end of range” and that my “Free T4 supports hyperthyroidism”. The v-e-t- talked about a place where I could go and get cured, but I’d have to wait until my condition got worse before being eligible for admission. I was to get tested again in about 3 months.
Well, at the end of September, I allowed the v-e-t to draw blood and clip my claws without putting up as much of a struggle as usual. Oh, yeah, I had also been losing weight steadily since this whole ordeal started and am now down to about 5.16 kg or 11.375 lbs, according to the scale at the v-e-t clinic, and yet I’m not really eating any less than when I weighed more. Because of all my fur, I don’t look like a skinny dude. So, the latest blood test confirmed that I have hyperthyroidism. As of Saturday night, Mom has been giving me a medicine called Tapazole in liquid form twice a day (she has to administer 0.5 ml of it to me every 12 hours). Mom mentioned to the v-e-t that she’s afraid that my frequent water drinking and peeing more than I used to might also be due to kidney disease. She read in some articles on the Internet that hyperthyroidism can mask kidney disease and that after treatment with radioactive iodine (i131) the kidney disease can get a lot worse. I think it will be decided after a month or so if I’m a good candidate for the i131 treatment.
So, that’s what’s been going on with me. I’m really not that different than I was before. It’s too early to tell what kind of adverse side effects the medicine might cause. I just hope that I don’t get diarrhea (is that how you spell it?) and that I don’t start throwing up all the time. I pretty sure that Mom is hoping the same thing. MOL!
June 8th 2012 1:40 pm
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According to Mom, Vanessa and I are spending more time sleeping than we used to. It may appear to be so, but she's not always home with us all day, so what would she know! Here's what happened earlier today during a break from napping.
Mom was in the bedroom sorting some clothes from the middle drawer of the dresser. The drawer was partially open with some clothes on the carpet and other items still in the drawer. Vanessa saw an opportunity to explore a new spot and jumped in the drawer and then squeezed herself through the open space so that she was now standing at the back of the dresser.
It soon became apparent that extracting herself from that spot would not be as easy a feat as getting there. I took advantage of the situation and swiped my paw at her several times through the space created at the bottom of the open dresser drawer. Mom was laughing and told Vanessa that now she was stuck there and had no way of getting out unless she was able to leave the same way she got in.
I hoped that Mom would just leave Vanessa there but she went to the trouble (totally unnecessary in my opinion) of making her escape effortless by removing the entire drawer. Vanessa stepped right into the empty dresser drawer that was now balancing on Mom's legs. It didn't look like she was going anywhere, so Mom had to lift her out with one hand and plunk her onto the bed. I then took advantage of the fact that the middle drawer of the dresser was out of my way and found myself a cozy spot on top of the sock-filled plastic bags in the bottom drawer. Before long I left and Mom put the middle drawer back in and finished rearranging her clothes.
I wish I could have stopped her from doing what she did next. She made a phone call to the awful place and mentioned my name in the conversation. I observed her scrawl "10 am Sat. June 9" onto a notepad along with my name and the evil words "vet appt." I had to act now or never so I quickly jumped onto the small table where the phone and answering machine are located and succeeded in toppling the answering machine. Unfortunately, the phone call had just ended and Mom was hanging up, so I'm not sure that the party on the other end heard any evidence of my displeasure. Note to self: when trying to sabotage a phone call to the awful place don't wait until the end of the conversation.
P.S. If I'm not too busy napping, I may just entertain you with more episodes of "What cats do when they're not sleeping". Stay tuned.
June 5th 2012 6:35 pm
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It's hard to believe, but it's true! I'm 10 years old now! Thank you to all the thoughtful cats who remembered my special day on Sunday and left me happy birthday wishes and generous gifts on my Catster page!
I haven't been hanging out here regularly like I used to and am sorry if I missed any of your important events. I'm still the same cat though. Not much has changed about me, although Mom does say that at 10 years old my fur is softer than ever. A friend of Mom's who was over recently also commented on the softness of my fur (and Vanessa's). I attribute this quality to a good diet (grain-free canned food and raw only--that means no kibbles, cats!) and the fact that I like to keep active at night, heh heh!!
There is something, though, that has been sort of bothering me lately, and I wonder if any cat has experienced a similar situation. As the older and bigger cat, I obviously get more food than Vanessa. It makes sense, right? Well, it also makes sense that Vanessa finishes her portion faster, because she has less to eat. We normally eat the same food--any variations are minor. We eat several different brands and flavours of canned food, so often one can will have been started the night before and a new different can will be opened in the morning and the two foods served together. Dinner is usually the raw meal. Mom takes our individual portions of meat that she prepared earlier (usually on the weekend) out of the freezer and leaves them in the fridge to defrost during the day while she's at work. When she gets home all she has to do is take the meat packets out of the fridge and put them in our food bowls, minus the plastic wrap of course.
Mom says she bases the amount of food that we each get on a formula that she learned about on the Catster food and nutrition forum. Basically, I'm supposed to get around 60 grams of food 3 times a day and Vanessa gets around 40 grams of food 3 times a day--this works out to roughly 2 cans of Chicken Wellness between the two of us every day.
So, Vanessa finishes her portion faster than I do mine, obviously. Well, guess what she does immediately afterwards? She comes over to my food bowl, pushes me aside and starts eating my food!! This behaviour has been going on for weeks now and happens at almost every meal. I find it very annoying. Any ideas what I should do about it? So far, I haven't started any fights over it, but if push comes to shove… the Toffster will prevail! I'm curious to know what you'd do in my situation, cats.