Look! Instant medical table, just add towel and door hook (to hold the i.v. bag).Our victim for this evening (as with every other evening):
And no, we don't know why he sits like that sometimes. It seems pretty normal for him. Long cat is long?
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
So you probably don't care about the cat anymore
Look! Instant medical table, just add towel and door hook (to hold the i.v. bag).Our victim for this evening (as with every other evening):
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Resolutions
So let's be cheesy and do some traditional year-beginning stuff:
My resolutions for 2010--
Stop hoarding my reviews for Job 2. I need to post them. I'm waiting for the site to load now.
Start writing more reviews, so I can have more time to re-work them. It's been so long since I had to write something that I forget how to do it right. I like to be funny, and it's hard to do that when the only thing I'm thinking of is "Get it done, move to the next."
Knit more, and save more. I do have some stash, and just because I don't really know what to do with it doesn't mean I ought to buy more. We need the money these days for sick kitty times, besides, and I'd rather have a cat than more yarn or nice things.
Relationship-wise, we are doing well at my home. We've spontaneously (somehow) started halting fights mid-way through to re-examine what was said that we might be taking the wrong way. This is very interesting, as it turns out that half the time or more we've simply misunderstood what the other person was saying. I recommend it, really. I'm also slowly coming to the ability to voice my concerns over our budget and monetary priorities (my one big worry in life, really) without unintentionally insulting or implying anything unhelpful. I, like the rest of the world, I'm sure, wish for a home of our own, and long term plans, and maybe even kids (who knows?), but we're not financially at a good place for that to happen now, even though the springs in my bio-clock are slowly winding up for a big tick-tock in a few years. Also, I should probably worry less.
Except about the cat. I WILL learn to do his meds quickly and easily, even though they are scary and involve needles and bags and scary implications about his future non-existence. No one wants to face the mortality of their dear pet, and we're probably going to have to have some kind of big come-to-the-flying-spagetti-monster talk about what we're going to do later on, when his function isn't so great, but he is still technically breathing and moving on his own, even though he might not know why he feels like crap. There are some really awesome sites online that share tales of life with cats who have been diagnosed with CRF, and some of them live comfortable lives right up until the end. Still, there will be a point where his kidney/renal function just isn't up to par without a detailed and possibly stressful daily regimen, which will also severely eat into our finances. At what point do you have to recognize that even Grandma wouldn't be comfortable with you going into lifelong debt in order to afford her not-so-great "living" situation?
(Also, where do these people come up with this money? Am I in the wrong field? I have a comfy cube and internets and a functioning vehicle and a decent aparment, so I'm not doing too badly, right? How does this kind of life translate to the blogs I've seen of taking vacations to semi-fancy places with travel arrangements for multiple ill pets?)
My resolutions for 2010--
Stop hoarding my reviews for Job 2. I need to post them. I'm waiting for the site to load now.
Start writing more reviews, so I can have more time to re-work them. It's been so long since I had to write something that I forget how to do it right. I like to be funny, and it's hard to do that when the only thing I'm thinking of is "Get it done, move to the next."
Knit more, and save more. I do have some stash, and just because I don't really know what to do with it doesn't mean I ought to buy more. We need the money these days for sick kitty times, besides, and I'd rather have a cat than more yarn or nice things.
Relationship-wise, we are doing well at my home. We've spontaneously (somehow) started halting fights mid-way through to re-examine what was said that we might be taking the wrong way. This is very interesting, as it turns out that half the time or more we've simply misunderstood what the other person was saying. I recommend it, really. I'm also slowly coming to the ability to voice my concerns over our budget and monetary priorities (my one big worry in life, really) without unintentionally insulting or implying anything unhelpful. I, like the rest of the world, I'm sure, wish for a home of our own, and long term plans, and maybe even kids (who knows?), but we're not financially at a good place for that to happen now, even though the springs in my bio-clock are slowly winding up for a big tick-tock in a few years. Also, I should probably worry less.
Except about the cat. I WILL learn to do his meds quickly and easily, even though they are scary and involve needles and bags and scary implications about his future non-existence. No one wants to face the mortality of their dear pet, and we're probably going to have to have some kind of big come-to-the-flying-spagetti-monster talk about what we're going to do later on, when his function isn't so great, but he is still technically breathing and moving on his own, even though he might not know why he feels like crap. There are some really awesome sites online that share tales of life with cats who have been diagnosed with CRF, and some of them live comfortable lives right up until the end. Still, there will be a point where his kidney/renal function just isn't up to par without a detailed and possibly stressful daily regimen, which will also severely eat into our finances. At what point do you have to recognize that even Grandma wouldn't be comfortable with you going into lifelong debt in order to afford her not-so-great "living" situation?
(Also, where do these people come up with this money? Am I in the wrong field? I have a comfy cube and internets and a functioning vehicle and a decent aparment, so I'm not doing too badly, right? How does this kind of life translate to the blogs I've seen of taking vacations to semi-fancy places with travel arrangements for multiple ill pets?)
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Let's talk about kitty kidneys
And how they're sneaky bastards. I'll only take up a few moments, so I can't get crazy obsessive, but honestly, life is looking complicated right now. (Not omfg the car is dead and I'm pregnant in the middle of Texas and broke complicated. More the: Oh wow, so this is what a lifelong condition will look like?)
Cat no. 1 went on an awesome puke-fest yesterday, starting late last night and barfing the loaf of catfood, followed by extensive after-retching of all the bile, random juices, and empty air he had until finally we were both exhausted from whorfing/cleaning up said whorf that I showered and collapsed on the thankfully avoided bottom sheet of the bed. When I left for work, Hubs took over for a while, and then the pukapalooza pt. 2 commenced, lasting several fun and stink filled hours.
During this time, I am informed that the problem is going to be pondered by the vet on Wendesday. Great, fine, I will clean out the bathtub from voms when I get home, and we'll go to the vet on Wednesday.
As soon as the appointment was scheduled, sir heaves-a-lot was fine. Happy, healthy, cheerful, able to keep his food down, and life was looking normal. I fully expected an embarassing visit to the vet, explaining "but he was sick yesterday" while this ball of happiness and koala rainbow farts rolled gleefully on the floor.
Interesting, but there will be no skittles-fueled orgasmic unicorns in this story, apparently. He looks fine, temp is good, etc, and we decide on some bloodwork for safety's sake.
Well his bloodwork raises a middle finger and points dead at some unhappy kidneys/renal issues concealed carefully within this ball of fun and laughter (and previously, barf). So the tech got to teach me how to stick a NEEDLE under his ADORABLE FLESH and pump him full of fluids LIKE A FURRY BALLOON.
This fun and rewarding endeavor will apparently be repeated twice or so a week, along with a diet change to Crazyexpensive brand kidney cat food for a month, and then we will see what the blood says THEN.
Also, for added funsies, I get to seek a urine sample. I have been provided with 'no-sorb' litter (about a palmful), a small pipette, and a test tube. Urine, apparently, will need to be refrigerated until given to the doctor for testing. I'm more concerned that someone will develop a diva syndrome and will have to be locked in a bathroom with a small litter pan every time he looks like he's thinking about going potty. Which will result in the complete refusal to make tiddles, and the commencement of "Cat Opera in G sharp: Try to sleep/watch tv/knit through this chorus of hellbent wailing, you hateful human sow".
Cat no. 1 went on an awesome puke-fest yesterday, starting late last night and barfing the loaf of catfood, followed by extensive after-retching of all the bile, random juices, and empty air he had until finally we were both exhausted from whorfing/cleaning up said whorf that I showered and collapsed on the thankfully avoided bottom sheet of the bed. When I left for work, Hubs took over for a while, and then the pukapalooza pt. 2 commenced, lasting several fun and stink filled hours.
During this time, I am informed that the problem is going to be pondered by the vet on Wendesday. Great, fine, I will clean out the bathtub from voms when I get home, and we'll go to the vet on Wednesday.
As soon as the appointment was scheduled, sir heaves-a-lot was fine. Happy, healthy, cheerful, able to keep his food down, and life was looking normal. I fully expected an embarassing visit to the vet, explaining "but he was sick yesterday" while this ball of happiness and koala rainbow farts rolled gleefully on the floor.
Interesting, but there will be no skittles-fueled orgasmic unicorns in this story, apparently. He looks fine, temp is good, etc, and we decide on some bloodwork for safety's sake.
Well his bloodwork raises a middle finger and points dead at some unhappy kidneys/renal issues concealed carefully within this ball of fun and laughter (and previously, barf). So the tech got to teach me how to stick a NEEDLE under his ADORABLE FLESH and pump him full of fluids LIKE A FURRY BALLOON.
This fun and rewarding endeavor will apparently be repeated twice or so a week, along with a diet change to Crazyexpensive brand kidney cat food for a month, and then we will see what the blood says THEN.
Also, for added funsies, I get to seek a urine sample. I have been provided with 'no-sorb' litter (about a palmful), a small pipette, and a test tube. Urine, apparently, will need to be refrigerated until given to the doctor for testing. I'm more concerned that someone will develop a diva syndrome and will have to be locked in a bathroom with a small litter pan every time he looks like he's thinking about going potty. Which will result in the complete refusal to make tiddles, and the commencement of "Cat Opera in G sharp: Try to sleep/watch tv/knit through this chorus of hellbent wailing, you hateful human sow".
Monday, December 14, 2009
I would honestly rather be knitting.
Knitting on the Scotty's hat that mate has agreed to wear, as the weather becomes increasingly cold and bastardly.
I do not want to type you, anime review, but I'll do it because it looks like work and knitting does not. I will warn you, however, that the loft and bounce of my garter stitch Cascade 220 in a green-y heather will call to me, and I will have to drive very quickly to ensure I do not knit this on the way home.
In the car.
Possibily at times which are NOT stoplights.
I do not want to type you, anime review, but I'll do it because it looks like work and knitting does not. I will warn you, however, that the loft and bounce of my garter stitch Cascade 220 in a green-y heather will call to me, and I will have to drive very quickly to ensure I do not knit this on the way home.
In the car.
Possibily at times which are NOT stoplights.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Because I love you
We will now experiment in posting Youtube links.
If this works, the next series will introduce you to more awesomesauce from my youth.
If this works, the next series will introduce you to more awesomesauce from my youth.
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