Report from the vet

Well, my kidney numbers were stable, my thyroid was normal, and my red blood cells were down a little bit. The vet wants me to go back to taking the prednisolone twice a day instead of just once and told Momma to make sure to give me my weekly B-12 shots. (She forgot last weekend, but she got me today while I was napping!) Momma is supposed to weigh me today and then weigh me again in a couple of weeks and let the vet know how my weight is doing.

HA! Good luck with that, Momma!

The dreaded vet visit

Well, Momma and Not-the-Momma took me to THAT PLACE again. N-t-M didn't feed me all day and I was STARVING. I was so hungry, I'm ashamed to say, that I even ate the treats the vet gave me. The vet also told Momma that I've lost almost 2 pounds since September. (Well, what were they expecting when they wouldn't feed me all day?)

Those people stole my blood and piddle. Hmpf! Momma will get the results tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it. I see more medicine or tests in the near future. It's bad enough that they're now putting drops in my ears because I have yeast. What other torment do they have in mind for me?

Freedom!

We had a HEAT WAVE here today! It was 58 degrees! Not-the-Momma opened the doors up to air out the house. I was locked in the bedroom, but I meowed to come out and when N-t-M opened the door, I made a beeline for the door and freedom!! I got outside and hid under the car in the driveway. It was nice until SOMEONE threw a snowball at me! Then he grabbed me and tried to make me sit on the back stairs with him. . . . boring! So I got away and started down the driveway. N-t-M followed me and when I looked back to see if he was gaining on me, I stepped in a puddle! ICK! But despite the wet paws, it was wonderful to be outside and enjoy my freedom!

I guess Momma aired out her place too, but she just opened all the windows. No one escaped. They really needed to air out the whole place since Briana's been pooping everywhere. Momma moved the bed and scrubbed half the bedroom floor this morning, then when she went back in the afternoon, Briana had pooped smack dab in the middle of the floor! She's even more disgusting than usual. And more crazy. Momma's taking her to the vet on Tuesday morning to make sure that there's nothing physically wrong with her, but I think we all know that she's just mental. The vet mentioned putting the ratly girl on Prozac before. I think Momma's going to ask him if it comes in blow-dart form. MOL!

Thank you, Anonymous

Thanks to whoever sent me the heart rosette and the purrs. I'm holding my own. Momma comes over almost every day to give me my pills and subQ fluids. She didn't come over today though because of the snow. We've already got 6-7 inches and are expecting 20+ total. Brrrrrrr!!!!

Trick or Treat!

Last night Momma and Not-the-Momma had Popeye's fried chicken for supper. They ate it in the living room while watching the Patriots game. So while they were watching the game, I was watching the chicken. First I tried climbing all over Momma, but she was too smart and she was eating crawfish anyway, not chicken. So then I climbed all over Not-the-Momma and tried to headbonk the plate out of his hands, put my tail in his plate to "ruin" the food, take a bite when he wasn't looking, but no luck. So I retreated behind the couch for a while and came out when they had finished eating. Not-the-Momma went out for a commercial break but Momma reminded him to take his plate with him. So I licked my lips and gave Momma my best hungry kitty face until she tore off a small piece of chicken to give to me. When she offered it to me, I sniffed it once then turned up my nose at it.

HA!!! I sure tricked her!!!

Please send food! ***UPDATE***

Not-the-Momma took away my bowl last night and hasn't given me any food! Not even when I woke him at 4:00 a.m.

Now Momma is here on her lunch hour but she hasn't given ME any lunch. I jumped on her lap and drooled on her shirt and she still wouldn't take the hint! It's a conspiracy, a conspiracy, I tell you! They're up to something. I bet they think they're going to take me to the VET tonight!

***UPDATE***

I knew it!!! Momma took me to the vet tonight. The good news is that I've put on some more weight - another 1/2 pound - I'm up to 10.8 pounds. The vet stole blood and piddle from me. He's going to call Momma and let her know what he finds out.

Momma told the vet that I've lost a step or two. He thinks it could be arthritis and gave Momma something called Cosequin and told her to put it on my food! First they starve me, now they try to poison me! Well, I showed her! I turned up my nose at the food she gave me when she brought me home. *hehehe*

Thanks, everyone, for the shrimp and trout and other goodies.

Notes from the Underground

It's been hot here, so I've been spending most of my time under the couch. Today, Not-the-Momma wouldn't let me in the living room. I knew something was up . . . This evening Momma came over and took me to the VET! At least I didn't have to see him, but the vet tech stole my blood and my piddle! Hmpf!

I suppose they're going to run more tests and tell Momma whether to give me more pills or not. *sigh* I'll let you know what the vet says.

Let's see, what else can I tell you? I like being an only cat, but I miss cuddling with Momma every day. Not-the-Momma thinks I've lost a step or two and now that Momma's seen me trying to run upstairs, she agrees. My 14th birthday is next week - you'd be slow too if you were this old!

Ceiling Fan 1, Not-the-Momma 0.

Banished!!!!

I can't believe Momma left me here! She brought me back to Not-the-Momma's house and abandoned me!!!

Not-the-Momma is all the time MEAN TO MEEEEEEEE!!! He locks me out of the bedroom at night. Last night I cried and I cried and threw myself against the door, but the big meanie wouldn't let me in!

Momma came over twice today and gave me my pill and fluids. I'm only getting the pill once a day now instead of twice. When I had the blood work done a few weeks ago, it showed that my liver numbers were better but my kidney numbers were worse, so the vet decreased the dosage of the Prednisolone. Momma said something about being able to monitor my intake and output better if I'm an only cat. I don't mind being an only cat, but I want my Momma!!!!

Vet visit

Momma took me to THAT place today. I weigh 10.5 pounds - that's pretty much my normal weight! The vet said I look really good. Well, duh!

They stole my blood and piddle and gave me a rabies shot. They also picked off the crusty I have on my head and gave Momma drops to put on it. I'm NOT happy about that.

If the blood work shows I'm doing OK, I'll probably be moving back to Not-the-Momma's house. I don't really want to go, but Jack & Hamlet have been ganging up on me, and they're starting to get on my nerves.

Quick Update

Momma hasn't been spending much time on Catster, so I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm doing OK. In fact, I'm feeling so much better that I've been fighting with the rest of the family to prove that I'm the Top Cat. Momma can't keep me locked in the bedroom anymore because when she locks me in there, I poop on the floor just inside the door so when she opens the door, it leaves skid marks on the hardwood. (She's lucky she has hardwood floors and not carpeting!)

Momma is threatening to send me back to live with Not-the-Momma. She says I have 3 paws out the door. I like it here and don't want to leave. Momma lets me sleep on the bed with her and we cuddle together on the couch. Not-the-Momma never lets me do any of that! I don't want to go back there!