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The Life of a Greek God

Monday, December 22, 2008

The day started off as usual; I haven't been feeling great lately, but that seems to have become the norm. Late in the morning, Mom loaded me up in the car and we went to see the vet. He didn't poke and prod me as much as usual but did take my temperature. It was high, as it has been lately. Then we went home and Mom snuggled with me for awhile. I got sick of it after awhile and went to lay down in the closet on the bed I have in there. Mom left for a few hours and then came back and snuggled with me for awhile again. Then Dad came home and they loaded me into the car again. We went some place that smells really scary, like a bunch of cats and dogs. I was pretty nervous but knew that Mom and Dad were with me so it would be ok. Before I knew what was happening, Mom was hugging me and I felt sleepy. Right before I drifted off, I heard them tell me they loved me and always would.

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Two Fridays ago Zeus was diagnosed with FIP. That day the vet pulled almost a quart of fluid out of his abdomen and at the time of this last vet visit another quart or more had already accumulated again. He started acting sick less than a month ago and is already gone. Zeus has been loved by many and will never be forgotten.

Zeus,
Go get your wings, buddy! We'll see you on the other side!
Love always, Mom and Dad

Oh, no!! Not the vet!

So, I had to go to the vet last Tuesday. My mom and dad were concerned because all of a sudden the litter boxes smelled horrible. They finally decided it was because of me and decided I needed to get checked out. I went in and the vet said he needed a urine sample and as it was already pretty late, I'd have to stay overnight. That wasn't much fun; there is a cat that lives there and he was teasing me all night that I was in a cage and he wasn't! The next morning after a lot of waiting, my mom and dad came to get me and talked to the vet for awhile. He told them that there were crystals in my urine and I was a big problem waiting to happen. So they got me different food and I had to start drinking special water and they started giving me pills every day. It has made me feel a little better so far, but I wish they'd stop with the pills already! Oh well, I like the new food (not that I'm picky), and mom says the pills are only for a few moew days and then I'll feel much better.

What a week!!

So this has definitely been a traumatic weekend!! The other night I, along with Simba, was astounded to discover that my food water bowls had been removed. They've been in the same place since we moved in so I couldn't figure out why my mom would move them. All I knew was that it had to mean BAD NEWS. Sure enough, the next morning Mom put me in my crate (which I don't usually mind) and dropped me off with people and other cats that I had never met before. I can't remember anything that happened, all I know is I woke up feeling very groggy and somewhat sore in my unmentionable area. Mom took me home and let me sleep in my crate. Then, I notice that I'm bleeding from whatever they did down there and Mom is rushing me back to the now-scary place again. It turns out that I untied something and that is what made me bleed. I had to stay there all night and my mom couldn't pick me up until the next day. We went home and I decided I felt well enough to try and sit in the window and watch birds. Trust me, it hurt to jump that high and I must have torn something because I started bleeding again! I had to go back in my crate and I was afraid i would have to go back to the scary place AGAIN! I cleaned myself up and didn't try to jump in anymore windowsills so that I wouldn't have to go back. Now that it is a few days later, I am feeling much better. I even feel well enough to wrestle with my sister Penelope and chase her around the house. I'm sure glad this week is over!