February 7th 2008 8:33 am
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I see that Tuffy has tagged me for this game. These are the rules he gave me:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to post in their diary: the rules and their 7 pawsome facts. Then they choose 7 cats to tag and list their names. Don't forget to purr them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your diary or send them a rosette announcing that they've been tagged.
Well, mom and I are new here, but we'll give it a try. Seven facts about me, huh?
1. I'm not as digitally enhanced as most of you; mom's not sure how many toes I have in front, being unsure whether she should count the claw hidden up in the folds between my thumb and my fingers. She's a good woman but not so bright as she might be. . . .Anyway, I have a thumb on e
each front foot, but that seems to be the extent of my digital enhancement.:(
2. I'm a proud member of the Mittsonian Institute for the Digitally Enhanced.
3. I was in indoor cat who was abandoned, then rescued and made into a barn cat, and now I'm a strictly indoor cat - and very happy about that!
4.I'm having to learn to live with the Blue Dude - the young whippersnapper! Thinks he's so great, but he's just a bratty teenager.
5. I won't go outside here, but when Mom takes us all to the mountains, I like to go outside when she lets me - but I hang close to the cabin and don't stay out very long.
6. Mom calls me her 'bestest friend' because I like to be on her lap and on the bed with her - unless, of course, that bratty teenager either beats me to it or shows up - then I leave.
7. I have a condition called "chylothorax" which makes my breathing labored. Mom takes me to the vet regularly and is treating me with something that seems to be helping - maybe. The only other treatment would be surgery, which my doctor doesn't recommend - at least, not yet. (Hope he never does!)
Well let's see, I'm supposed to tag 7 more; I'm so new here, don't really know anyone, but I'll try:
Miss Clyde Cleo
There, how's that? OK?
what is the name of the medicine you are taking? I am giving a lil friend I've been fostering Rutin. Please, any & all info on this condition would be helpful. Her name is peni & I really like having her around.
Spookey, I was taking Rutin, too; Mom had a compounding pharmacy compound it so that it was *supposed* to taste like tuna - but it didn't! I started on it in December 2007, and it really seemed to be helping - at least, until the end of January. Mom took me back to the doctor for a checkup, but she was sure that my breathing was more labored than it had been. She asked the doctor about drawing the fluid out of my chest, but he watched me: alert, active, interested and said that he'd rather not, as each time they did that, scar tissue would form, making subsequent drawings more difficult.
They did bloodwork, and everything was normal.
In retrospect, Mom wishes that she had insisted that they withdraw the fluid. Just three mornings later, as I walked out of the bedroom, I walked out of my body and onto the Rainbow Bridge. I'm very happy now, but Mom still misses me. My doctor doesn't understand what happened or why.
I had been to an internist; he's the one who made the diagnosis. He recommended an MRI to see what was going on inside. Mom made the appointment for me with an Iams Imaging Center about 2 hours away. (There are only a few in the entire country.) The doctor from there called my doctor, who asked if the lymphatic duct (at least, I think that was the name of the duct) would show up on an MRI. The imaging doctor said probably not, as the duct is - unbelievably - transparent! So Mom canceled the appointment after discussing it with my doctor and assessing that the experience would be for nothing.
It's Mom's understanding that some cases do resolve spontaneously. Do you know what's causing Peni's chylothorax? If it's from trauma (like being struck by a car), there's a good chance, from what Mom read, that she will recover. My chylothorax was "idiopathic" meaning that there was no known cause. Cases like mine are more difficult.
As I said, I'm extremely happy here at the Bridge, but Mom was so sad to see me gone. See, she always calls me her "bestest companion."
Purrs to Peni for a full recovery, and to you for your compassion. Please feel free to write at any time!