Bobdog???!!!

Since I've been throwing up more this week, Momma called the vet this afternoon. We're increasing my prednisone from once a day to twice a day. Momma asked about something for the nausea and the vet said he'd leave a prescription with the pharmacy.

Well, Momma went out and took Not-the-Momma grocery shopping and forgot all about my new medicine. She thought of it when she got home, but didn't want to go out in the bitter cold to get it. She was thinking about waiting until tomorrow to pick it up. Then our friend Baby-G commented on my diary from yesterday . . . you know, the one where I said how much Momma loves me. Well, Momma got a case of Momma guilt and bundled up and went out at 1/4 of 11 at night (again) in the 12 degree weather (that feels like -12 with the wind) and went to pick up my medicine.

While the person at the desk was ringing up the sale, Momma took the medicine out of the bag to read the dosing instructions. The medicine came in a box that said Cerenia and the printed label said 1/2 a tablet a day. When Momma went to put the box back in the bag, she saw that on the side of the box it said "16 mg Tablets for Dogs."

DOGS???!!! Dogs??? Do I look like a dog to you??? That's even more insulting than last week when they called me Baby Cat! What is wrong with these humans?? The name is BOBCAT not Bobdog. Hmpf!

It could be worse though. Some wench called Arnold P. a "little old kitty" and said he was "bony." The nerve of her! Like it's any of her business. . . . Arnold should let his fur grow long like mine - it covers a lot of things. Arnold still weighs twice as much as I do, but my fluff covers my bones. . . . He's lucky though - his vet gave him Valium and mine gave me Cerenia for DOGS!

Note from Momma: I asked if they had given me the wrong formula by mistake and the receptionist called the vet on duty. The Cerenia only comes in one formula and is approved for use in dogs but is often given "off-label" to cats.

Momma loves me

When Momma went to give me my fluids tonight, she discovered that the bag was somehow leaking. She didn't have enough left to give me a full treatment, so she went out to the animal hospital at 1/4 of 11 at night in the snow and ice to pick up a refill for me.

I'm resting now after having nibbled on my food. I threw up a little bit of clear liquid on the rug this afternoon, so that's twice this week. Both times it was clear, so Momma is thankful for that. (Rufus used to throw up undigested food, or even worse, the nasty smelling cancer vomit that was partially digested food.)

Momma thinks I'm not eating because I'm nauseous. She has tomorrow off of work and is going to watch me like a hawk. If I don't eat much or seem nauseous, she's calling the vet. I have to go back there next week anyway for more blood work.

Please keep purring for me and Arnold P. and Aryeh and Rocky Ann and Louis LeBeau and everyone else on the Get Well Purr List.

Ups and downs and purrs for Arnold P.

Well, it's been a week of ups and downs for me and Momma. Sometimes I keep my medicine down, sometimes I throw it up. Sometimes I'll down my food and sometimes I'll turn up my nose.

Momma talked to the vet this afternoon. He said to stop the mirtazapine as long as I'm eating OK, and to call again if things change. He recommended Laxatone for my hairballs. Momma's getting peeved because 2 weeks ago I had pudding poops and now I need a laxative! MOL! *waves to Diary Gal*

Momma was late getting home tonight and unpacked groceries instead of coming right in to see me. If she had, she would have noticed that my food bowl was empty. So I threw up on the rug and waited until she opened the bedroom door to throw up into the empty food bowl. Timing is everything. *evil grin*

Please keep me in your purrs, but send even more purrs to Arnold P. He is still very sick and his Mom is worried that it might be his time. I know you guys purred Rufus back from the brink on several occasions, and I'm counting on you to do the same for Arn. Please light a candle for Arnold as well. The candles only last 48 hours, so even if you lit one already, it might be time to light one again. Last week he had at least 75 candles, but today he has only 9.
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Baby Cat? Baby Cat????

Momma went to pick up the copies of my lab reports from the animal hospital last night. When she got home and looked at them, she couldn't figure out what was going on since my kidney and liver numbers were perfect . . . then she looked at the top and saw that they weren't my lab results, they were for someone named Baby Cat. Baby Cat??? Do I look like a Baby Cat to you?

So Momma called them again this morning and is going over again this afternoon to pick up MY test results.

Baby Cat . . . hmpf!

On a more serious note, our pal Arnold P. is in serious need of some purrs. He's at the vet's with life-threatening complications from diabetes. Please join my family in lighting a candle for Arn.

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Jack's birthday

Today was Jack's birthday so we all got TikiCat for breakfast. I liked that and ate most of my share. (Don't tell the birthday boy, but Momma gave me most of the juice which I slurped right down!)

Momma went to the vet pharmacy to get more flavoring added to my appetite stimulant since it tastes icky. The extra sweetener didn't help, so Momma's going to call the vet in the morning and see if there's something else I can take. The medicine did seem to work though. This afternoon I ate most of the kibble that I wouldn't eat last night. Lunch was half a can of FF Beef and Giblets then the other half for my post fluids snack tonight. I almost ate as much as I should have eaten today. Momma's going to give me more kibble before bedtime and hope that I'll snack tonight.

Oh look, it is bedtime! Thank you, everyone, for the purrs and support.

Diary of the Day

What a surprise! Can you believe I was chosen as Diary of the Day and I didn't even talk about poop? Well, that's because there's not much to talk about. Momma found one squishy log yesterday, but nothing today. She looked so funny staring intently into the litter box and breaking up clumps to make sure they were piddles and not puddles.

I didn't eat much today either. I only nibbled at my liver wet food. (Did she really expect me to eat liver for 3 meals in a row?). I nibbled at my kibble. (Momma actually measures how much she gives me so she can know how much I'm eating - Not-the-Momma would just refill my bowl when it got low without paying attention to how often it was empty. ) I had half a can of FF Elegant Medleys for supper and Momma just gave me the other half for my "after fluids" snack.

I was very good and sat still for my fluids. Momma hung the bag up higher so the fluids seemed to go much faster tonight. We were near the bedroom door and Momma had to keep telling that hissing cockroach outside to shut up.

*Yawn* It's just about bedtime here (2 AM), so I'm going to let my typist get some sleep. But I want to thank everyone for the love and support you've given me today. Please keep me in your purrs.

test results

A couple of folks have asked about my test results. Rufus posted about them in his diary on Wednesday, but I'll repeat them here. The liver values are down but the kidney values are up and the calcium is up which could be kidney related but could also be related to cancer like lymphoma. I'm on meds and subQ fluids for 3 weeks and then go back for more tests.

My situation is kind of tricky, because the foods and medicines that are good for my GI problems are not good for my kidneys and vice versa. The vet told Momma to just feed me whatever I'd eat at this point because I've lost so much weight - 1/2 pound in three weeks.

Please keep those purrs coming!

Bad dream

I was all curled up in my pirate bed on the end of Momma's bed when all of a sudden I saw a flash of light then heard a noise that sounded like a long, loud cat hiss. When I looked up, I thought I saw a fat orange tabby on the bed! But when I blinked it was gone and Momma was closing the bedroom door and coming to pet me. She had a weird look on her face. Then I noticed a strange smell in the room . . . the same smell that had been there my first night in my new bedroom. It was the most realistic dream I've ever had.

Update:
That was strange . . . I was just using the litter box which is over in the corner when I heard that same hissing sound coming from under the door. So maybe the sound is real and that's what caused the bad dream? What could it be though? I know it can't be Hamlet hissing at me because then I'd have to kick his tail six ways 'til Sunday.

Last night was better

Momma says that last night I seemed much more comfortable in my home-away-from-home. Monday night I was angry at being catnapped and didn't like the smells in the bedroom, but I was much more relaxed last night. Momma can't blame ME for waking her at 3 AM - it was that loud mouth drama queen Briana. I was a sweet boy and let Momma sleep until 5 AM - then I walked all over her purring and pacing. She showed me how to pull open the curtains and get into the window, but that wasn't interesting for very long. There was no one outside - even the birds were still sleeping. The only problem came when I wanted to walk all over Momma again. I climbed onto the cat tree and tried to jump over to the bed, but didn't have a smooth landing and hit my leg on the footboard. I brushed it off and pretended that I had meant to do that, so I think Momma was fooled. No need to have her worrying about me any more than she is already!

Thanks to everyone for the purrs. Please purr that I pass my lab tests. The vet is calling Momma with the results today. I want to get better fast so I can go home to Not-the-Momma. I love Momma, but hate the medicines and being locked in the bedroom here.

Vet visit

Momma made me go to the vet today. I hated it. They stole my blood and stuck me with a needle and poured cold fluids into my back! The vet gave Momma a couple of liquid medicines to give me. She tried one this afternoon, but I threw it up. I don't like medicine.

I did eat my supper though, so Momma's happy about that. The vet said I could eat whatever I wanted if I didn't like the kidney food. Well, I like kibble, not canned, so that's all I'll eat right now. Momma tried to get me to eat some chunky Fancy Feast. As if!

Momma says I can go home to Not-the-Momma when I put on some weight and only need medicine once a day. Hmmm . . . I wonder how much more of that fluid I can fit under my skin. That would make me feel heavier . . .