We just want to take a moment to wish all of our friends happy holidays. This year started out badly but is ending up pretty good. Mom found a full-time job in June and a part-time job in September. Us kitties are doing okay too. Mom is off all next week, so we get to have lots of quality time with her. Enjoy this wonderful time of year! Luv, Rafiki
It's been quite a long time since I've written anything. I meant to get here a month ago. Several of my friends sent me rosies and good wishes for my birthday, and I wanted to say thank you. I hope you are all doing well.
I'm doing okay. I take a lot of medicines, but otherwise I am the same. Mom bought me a peacock feather. I just am crazy for those things.
We made the awful trip to Annapolis this morning. I knew something was up and tried to hide, but Mom got me and stuffed me in the carrier. Then she took me out into the freezing cold and windy, and I mean windy, day. Did you know that it's been seven degrees below average this December? That's a lot! But I digress. So anyway, she had snuck a valium into my treat, and she covered the carrier all up with towels. I meowed the whole way, but not with the usual gusto that makes Mommy all upset and nervous.
So they weighed me first, and I'm down two more pounds. Mommy asked them to please get a good look in my mouth, and sure enough, I have a bad molar. They also reviewed my blood work from September which showed an elevated something or other which we were told could be from parasites which could also cause weight loss. Mommy is kind of annoyed that my regular vet group didn't see this molar or pick up this bit of info from the blood work. That was the whole reason for that visit - to see what was causing my weight loss. I suppose it's possible that my molar problem wasn't as visible at that time. I also didn't see my usual vet. So that is the bad news - in order to remove the tooth, I have to be anesthetized. Not good for a heart patient. But what is the alternative? I can't lose any more weight.
That valium made me mighty hungry though. I ate at least six ounces of food when I got home. I never eat that much. Mom is going to ask if I can take a small amount each day until we can take care of my tooth and check for parasites.
The good news is that there is no change to my heart, so I keep on with my same meds.
I'm scared. I don't want to starve, but I'm afraid to have a dental - I might not come back. :'-(
