January 12th 2011 7:37 am
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Meteorological Humans, take note. I am a more accurate forecaster than any two legged being on the "News."
*I* knew yesterday that it was going to snow before even the first white flakes started to fall.
But my new *super-power* comes with a high *price*...
I had a very bad day yesterday.... Some of you know that this has been my worst winter yet. Things hurt. I am not happy. I hop more. I use my fused leg like a "walking stick" (only putting it down now and then)
Twice now, I've made strange, deep, mournful, "wouuuuu WOUUUUU Wouuuu" sounds intermittently during the day.
Twice now, I've hid half the day under the bed. (I'm not a hider, even when people visit, I'll take myself off to another room, but I don't ever hide *under* things.)
Cosequin hasn't seemed to help (or maybe I haven't been taking it long enough)
It's time for me to return to the Tortury.... I hate to admit that my family is right.
I know the Tortury is going to do their best to remove my newfound weather predicting *super-power*
I heard Papa making an appointment for me for tomorrow evening at 7pm.
Mama had talked with my shelter to see if my original x-ray(s) from my shelter "intake exam" were still on file with the vets who did my examination and sadly, no they are not.
While it would have been nice to compare a 3 1/2 year old x-ray with the present ones I'm about to have, it's not essential. Any degenerative changes to my fused knee or changes to my hip will show on my current x-rays. (and I'm sure blood work will be taken to check for any problems that show up in that.) [They may as well take some urine too, I'm due for a re-check on that in February ...]
On the positive side. Striped Menace has been leaving me alone. I think I spook him with my hopping and my cries. He walks (well, more like "creeps" around, to be precise) acting like he's seen a ghost.
Luckily he has a "Floof-a-Lump" (also known as the "Wookie") to chase and they gallop like galuts across the floor. First one chasing the other and then reversing *chase and chasee* positions.
I keep a wary eye on their shenanigans though... I don't really want them getting to close to me while they're being so rowdy.
not even being left alone by big mouth is worth to have pains :(( and actually - great to forecast the weather: but what for??? no. sorry. i'll send more prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr s their way to you and hope that your tortury at least can display GOOD NEWS (like "we know how to treat her better." or so...) after being mean. and causing good news, my dearest sweets, is galaxies better than outdoing blond weather forecasters... you should know ;)
Mom always says that she could do without the advance notice on the weather. The cumulative effect of years of twisted ankles and falls on her knees from ice-skating and tennis, and a kitchen injury left her muscles and bones great weather predictors too. Mom remembers about 10 years ago co-workers of hers asked if she thought the hurricane that was predicted about 4-5 days in advance was really going to happen. Her answer was "h...yeah, my knees are killing me". It happened and it was a lollapaloosa.
It's painful and it makes walking more difficult. Hopefully it's nothing more than that for you too, Gabby. Hopefully the Tortury will be able to give you something to lessen the pain.
Purrs & headbonks...
Foretelling the weather is no great trick...Humans do it,for cats sake,& even if they're wrong most of the time they still keep their jobs! We're Purring that they find something to help you feel better. Maybe you should lay a smacky paw on the Nuisance just to keep the fear of Sweets in him....
Oh dear Sweets
I am purring things improve and something can be done for your pain. Please take care.
Sweets, I hope that there is help on the way for you! I am sorry that you have not been doing well. I am cranking up my purr machine, and setting it to highest volume. It is aimed straight at you.
Hang in there, okay?
Purr, purr, purr- we are all sending lots of love and purrs!
Oh Sweetie! Sending bunches of big purrs to you to feel better.