Uh-oh

Momma's threatening to call the vet on me just because I threw up everything I ate today. And now she won't feed me any more! And she shaved my butt!

Who weighs 9.69 pounds?

This cat! This cat right here! I've put back 1.5 pounds since I came to live with Momma.

She brought me back to the vet today so he could steal my blood for another check of my thyroid. I had to go at the same time as that orange one. The black one went earlier this afternoon for his annual exam and rabies shot. Momma made separate appointment for them because they weigh so much (the black one is 15.94 and the orange one is 11.88). She doesn't want to throw her back out carrying them! MOL!

When she brought the black one home, she left the cat carrier out, so I went over to sniff it and the orange one wanted to sniff it too. So I was sniffing it and he was crouched like a foot away from me, hissing his fool head off. I just ignored him like I usually do, but after about the 10th hiss, I got sick of listening to him, so I turned and gave him a Mighty, Mighty Bobcat HISS! *hehehe* The little chicken jumped back like a foot! Even Momma had to laugh at him. *evil grin*

Not another shot!

Momma called the vet yesterday and they're adding B-12 injections to my torture regimen. So now once a week, Momma's going to stab me with a needle and shoot this stuff under my skin. Ick!

Momma says I smell

Of course, I smell! What do you think I have a nose for? Silly humans.

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Note from Momma:
When I got home tonight, the bedroom smelled like a sick room. I've read that crf kitties sometimes smell like ammonia when the toxins buildup in their bodies.

I thought he was doing so much better since he was restless and active, but I guess I was wrong. He pooped on the rug Wednesday night (thank God it was logs!), then he threw up yellow vomit. Yesterday he didn't eat much food and it looks like he didn't touch his kibble today. I just gave him his Mirtazapine for his appetite and vomiting and he ate some canned food.

Looks like the vet will be getting a call in the morning.

FREEDOM!!!!

I'm loose in the house!! I'm free!!!

When Momma came home tonight, she found the surprise I left for her on the rug. (She should just clean my litter box more often without needing me to remind her.) So while she was trying to clean the litter box, I demanded to be let out of the room, and she let me out!!!

I checked out the bathroom and Momma got video evidence of Hamlet hissing at me. Then I took a stroll around the living room. The window in the kitchen was open so I went in there. Momma picked me up to put me on the ledge and I objected. I could have made the jump without her help! . . . well, I would have found a way to get up there on my own at least.

Hamlet is sitting on top of his cat tree hissing at me when I walk by. I'm ignoring the annoying little twit. Briana is just chillaxin' in the blue Morgan's pirate bed on the recliner. Momma's afraid she might be sick. She might make a vet appointment for her next week when the other 2 go in for their shots. Hehehe!

update

I had a hairball the other night. I threw up in three spots. Momma was not happy when she stepped in a puddle of cat vomit . . . oops.

I've been taking my fluids and medicines like a good boy most of the time. I'm still bored being locked in this bedroom.

Not-the-Momma came over to visit this weekend. He said I'm looking much better. He's still not brave enough to give me fluids every night, so it looks like I'm staying with Momma. I wouldn't mind so much if I had free run of the place, but I don't like living in one room. *sigh*

Bouncing Baby Bobcat?

Momma's been calling me her bouncing baby Bobcat. I'm getting really bored locked in the bedroom. Momma let me out in the hallway for a few minutes this afternoon. I walked around sniffing things. Momma was there blocking me from going out into the living room and she was holding down a big black cat. It looked like Jack but MUCH bigger than I remember him being. Then Momma mumbled something like, "Crouching Weppid, Stupid Bobcat." I don't know what her problem is.

The vet called and the (not-so) free T4 test came back on the high end of normal. So we're going to just keep an eye on it for now.

Momma gave me a treat last night! It was soft and chewy but had something hard inside. *shrugs* She seemed surprised when I ate it. Then she was even more surprised when I woke her at 4:30 in the morning because I had finished all the food she gave me at 11 and wanted more!

Now she's coming to take a nap with me. She has something called a cold and thinks cuddling in bed with me will make it better.
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Note from Momma:
The Pill Pockets worked! He got the pill form of the Mirtazapine to help with his appetite and the nausea.

Heard from the vet

I'm stable. Kidney & liver values are pretty much the same. Thyroid is still on the high end of normal. The vet is going to run a free T4 test (that's the name, not the price) with some of my blood that he still has.

He said I don't need to be on phosphurus binders yet because my phosphurus isn't high. *shrugs*

No more fluids!

I hate them! I hate getting stabbed between my shoulders. I hate getting cold fluids poured under my skin! Momma never warms them up enough. Tonight I put my paw down, all four of them actually, and told Momma I was not going to take them any more! She tried to force the issue 3 times despite my hisses and growls and breaks for freedom. She got more fluids on the walls and floor than in me! HAHA!

I am Bobcat, hear me ROAR!


UPDATE THURSDAY MORNING:
Momma put her foot down and hers is bigger than my four paws put together :(
She fooled me! She never gives me fluids in the morning - she doesn't have time. But she made time this morning and she wasn't fooling around. *sigh*

Now that it's over I can admit that I do feel a little better after the fluids.

Still waiting . . .

Momma's still waiting to hear back from the vet. He was in appointments until 8. Momma left a message for him earlier . . . maybe he doesn't have the test results yet? Or hasn't had time to really look at them. It's almost 9, so I doubt he'll call this late.

Momma has a list of 10 things to ask him. She wrote them on her hand when she went shopping earlier just in case he called her on the cell phone. MOL. Guess she'll have to not wash her hands for another day until he calls. *smirks*