patent leather boots and mod dress. Adorable! Plus, she's black just
like my baby kitty!
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Showing posts with label kitties. Show all posts
Monday, March 16, 2009
So cute
patent leather boots and mod dress. Adorable! Plus, she's black just
like my baby kitty!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Woe is Me
This weekend has been rough for all of us. Baby Moka had a hypoglycemic episode Saturday morning. These are the symptoms of a hypoglycemic episode in order of ascending severity:
complete disinterest in food
restlessness
weakness, lethargy
head tilting
shivering
staggering, uncoordinated movements
problems with eyesight
disorientation (yowling, walking in circles, hiding, etc.)
convulsions or seizures
coma
He had all but the last two, plus he had vomiting and wheezing.
We took him to the vet, where he decided to start eating again, which got him sort of back to normal. Then we took him home and it all happened all over again. Except he didn't start eating this time, and the symptoms seemed much worse.
So then we took him to the emergency night vet. This time they said he was having a hyperglycemic episode. In addition, he now had an upper respiratory infection (that makes 3 infections in the last 5 weeks). They wanted $1,000 to watch him overnight. They couldn't do anything to fix him. They could just watch him and maybe stabilize him if it got too bad. I opted for the $250 option (hydration and an anti-vomiting drug) and took him home. This is no less than 10 vet visits in the last 5 weeks. I don't even want to add up the cost.
Anyway, this feline diabetes thing sucks balls. Moka has to suffer through infections and crazy terrible symptoms and there's nothing anyone can do about it. We are now syringe-feeding him, which is a horrible, traumatic exercise for all involved. My emotions are on a roller coaster, controlled by how good or bad he is doing from one minute to the next.
I would put him down, but for the fact that he's supposed to be able to live a normal life after this first terrible part is over, and it makes me feel selfish and weak want to give up on him. The only thing I can do is try to be patient, I guess. It's just really hard having to watch an animal suffer like this.
complete disinterest in food
restlessness
weakness, lethargy
head tilting
shivering
staggering, uncoordinated movements
problems with eyesight
disorientation (yowling, walking in circles, hiding, etc.)
convulsions or seizures
coma
He had all but the last two, plus he had vomiting and wheezing.
We took him to the vet, where he decided to start eating again, which got him sort of back to normal. Then we took him home and it all happened all over again. Except he didn't start eating this time, and the symptoms seemed much worse.
So then we took him to the emergency night vet. This time they said he was having a hyperglycemic episode. In addition, he now had an upper respiratory infection (that makes 3 infections in the last 5 weeks). They wanted $1,000 to watch him overnight. They couldn't do anything to fix him. They could just watch him and maybe stabilize him if it got too bad. I opted for the $250 option (hydration and an anti-vomiting drug) and took him home. This is no less than 10 vet visits in the last 5 weeks. I don't even want to add up the cost.
Anyway, this feline diabetes thing sucks balls. Moka has to suffer through infections and crazy terrible symptoms and there's nothing anyone can do about it. We are now syringe-feeding him, which is a horrible, traumatic exercise for all involved. My emotions are on a roller coaster, controlled by how good or bad he is doing from one minute to the next.
I would put him down, but for the fact that he's supposed to be able to live a normal life after this first terrible part is over, and it makes me feel selfish and weak want to give up on him. The only thing I can do is try to be patient, I guess. It's just really hard having to watch an animal suffer like this.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Moka Update
My baby is still sick. His diabetes has caused him to have horrible peeing and pooping problems, weight loss, and his back legs are barely working. It kills to me to watch him suffer, but he's supposed to be able to live a normal life once the diabetes is finally under control. The vet says this is all normal for a diabetic cat, and that it can take up to 3 months to regulate his diabetes. In the meantime, this is what we have to go through. :-(
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Moka at the vet
Flogging Cladeedah
Go ahead, smack me around. I know I've been bad. I'm going to go with the cliche and blame it on the busy holidays.
Christmas was good. New Year's was good. After all the stress of travelling, bridesmaid stuff, Christmas, and New Year's, I'm happy to get back to the status quo.
One thing is still stressing me out though. My cat Moka isn't doing well. He's got feline diabetes, which is causing him to have major pooping and peeing problems. They say the first few months of treating it are the most difficult -- both in terms of treatment and cost. It's been kicking our butts, but we're sticking it through. I cannot express how much I love that cat.
I'll try to post some pictures of New Year's sometime this week. I know I've been a bad blogger and this update isn't much, but just bear with me. I promise to make it worth your while!
Christmas was good. New Year's was good. After all the stress of travelling, bridesmaid stuff, Christmas, and New Year's, I'm happy to get back to the status quo.
One thing is still stressing me out though. My cat Moka isn't doing well. He's got feline diabetes, which is causing him to have major pooping and peeing problems. They say the first few months of treating it are the most difficult -- both in terms of treatment and cost. It's been kicking our butts, but we're sticking it through. I cannot express how much I love that cat.
I'll try to post some pictures of New Year's sometime this week. I know I've been a bad blogger and this update isn't much, but just bear with me. I promise to make it worth your while!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
We are such her bitchez
Ok, so all the "no-kill" shelters in town are full, and we read a bunch of stuff online about how cat predators answer "free to good home" ads on Craig's List and then torture the kitties, and Enid absolutely loathes the backyard (she howls all night and stares at us lovingly through the sliding glass door), so... she's living in the garage now.
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Friday, September 19, 2008
Oh, Enid.
Our cat Enid has not taken well to the new house. She doesn't like the new Cat Genie, so she's been peeing all over her cat area and pooping on the rug directly in front of the catbox. In addition, she's figured out how to get out of her cat corral, so she's started peeing in our living areas too. She also stays up all night howling and yelping. She's obviously not happy.
Rather than spend more money and energy trying to accommodate her further, we've decided to get rid of her. One lady who loves special needs cats expressed interest, but backed out later. We called all of the no-kill shelters in town, but they were all full.
Then yesterday morning, Brian came up and said, "Enid is officially an outside kitty." She had once again escaped from her cat corral and peed all over the house: under the couch, under the table, all over the kitchen. It was a pee-bath. So he put her outside. It broke our hearts, but it's what had to be done. We were all miserable with her in the house.
So far, she doesn't like being an outside cat. She sits outside the sliding glass doors and stares at us. Sometimes she yelps and cries. When she's not staring us down, she's hiding behind a bush. The good news, I suppose, is that she hasn't run away.
So yeah. If you want a fat, crazy, smelly cat that poops and pees in inappropriate places, let us know.
Rather than spend more money and energy trying to accommodate her further, we've decided to get rid of her. One lady who loves special needs cats expressed interest, but backed out later. We called all of the no-kill shelters in town, but they were all full.
Then yesterday morning, Brian came up and said, "Enid is officially an outside kitty." She had once again escaped from her cat corral and peed all over the house: under the couch, under the table, all over the kitchen. It was a pee-bath. So he put her outside. It broke our hearts, but it's what had to be done. We were all miserable with her in the house.
So far, she doesn't like being an outside cat. She sits outside the sliding glass doors and stares at us. Sometimes she yelps and cries. When she's not staring us down, she's hiding behind a bush. The good news, I suppose, is that she hasn't run away.
So yeah. If you want a fat, crazy, smelly cat that poops and pees in inappropriate places, let us know.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I'm spinning. Oh-oh-oh, I'm spinning.
The last 30 days have been absolutely crazy. I don't think I've watched more than an hour or two of TV the whole month. Those that know me know that's insane for me.
We closed on the house July 31st. So the whole week before that was spent dealing with appraisals, repairs, final walk-throughs, and contracts contracts contracts.
Since then, we've been packing, having utitlities switched, having hardwood floors put into the new place, having built-ins built, picking paint colors, painting, picking furniture, picking and moving mattresses, building furniture, waiting for stuff to be delivered, finding a pool guy, getting Jesse's immunizations, having his saxaphone repaired, buying school supplies, figuring out bus routes, etc. etc. etc. IT'S BEEN FREAKING CRAZY.
We finally had our big move-in day this past Saturday. And Jesse had his big first day of high school yesterday. The stressful days will continue for at least the next 30 days, I'm sure. We have to get our old place ready to sell and unpack at our new place. But at least we're halfway there now.
We brought the cats over to the new place last night too. That didn't go so well. Moka was so stressed during the car ride over, he wet himself in his cat carrier. So we had to dunk him in the tub almost immediately. Not a good way to spend his first hour at the new place. Poor traumatized kitty.
The cats are at home alone right now. I'm kind of scared to see what happens when I get home.
We closed on the house July 31st. So the whole week before that was spent dealing with appraisals, repairs, final walk-throughs, and contracts contracts contracts.
Since then, we've been packing, having utitlities switched, having hardwood floors put into the new place, having built-ins built, picking paint colors, painting, picking furniture, picking and moving mattresses, building furniture, waiting for stuff to be delivered, finding a pool guy, getting Jesse's immunizations, having his saxaphone repaired, buying school supplies, figuring out bus routes, etc. etc. etc. IT'S BEEN FREAKING CRAZY.
We finally had our big move-in day this past Saturday. And Jesse had his big first day of high school yesterday. The stressful days will continue for at least the next 30 days, I'm sure. We have to get our old place ready to sell and unpack at our new place. But at least we're halfway there now.
We brought the cats over to the new place last night too. That didn't go so well. Moka was so stressed during the car ride over, he wet himself in his cat carrier. So we had to dunk him in the tub almost immediately. Not a good way to spend his first hour at the new place. Poor traumatized kitty.
The cats are at home alone right now. I'm kind of scared to see what happens when I get home.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Shaved Pussy
We got our cat Enid shaved last weekend. Here are a couple BEFORE pictures:
And here are a couple AFTER pictures:
I think it's super cute. She was just getting too nappy and unkempt. Hopefully she'll appreciate the short do in the upcoming summer months.
Monday, April 30, 2007
More of my dental curse
Got some bad news from the endodontist today. I guess that tooth that I spent $1100 getting a root canal on is cracked now, so they're going to have to just pull it out now anyway. That means another who-knows-how-much to get it pulled and another $2200 for ANOTHER horrifyingly painful implant procedure. Motherfu#@er.
It seems my baby Moka has inherited my dental curse as well. He and Enid had their teeth cleaned today. Moka needed 2 extractions. Total cost for anesthesia, cleanings, extractions, and medication = $608. Fu$%ing Go# Da@% Motherfu#@er.
It seems my baby Moka has inherited my dental curse as well. He and Enid had their teeth cleaned today. Moka needed 2 extractions. Total cost for anesthesia, cleanings, extractions, and medication = $608. Fu$%ing Go# Da@% Motherfu#@er.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Moka's Arch Nemesis
So there's this OTHER black kitty that hangs around outside. He looks just like Moka, only he's an outside kitty and Moka's an inside kitty. The cat likes to come up to the sliding glass door and say hello to Moka. Brian has always shooed the cat away, saying that he's only there to taunt Moka. I've always given the cat the benefit of the doubt and assumed he just wanted to make friends. WELL, it seems Brian was right about the little bastard...
Yesterday, we were cleaning out the garage. We had the backdoor of Brian's SUV open to load stuff to take to Goodwill. Moka's arch nemesis came around after a while to see what we were doing. That was fine. Until the cat jumped into Brian's car. Brian went over and got the cat out of his trunk. He put it down and told it to shoo. Then the little turd went over to Brian's tire, sprayed it with urine, and ran off. Anyone who says cats are not vindinctive creatures is in denial. Piece of crap. That cat is getting a spray of water to the face next time I see it. And probably a phone call to the HOA.
Yesterday, we were cleaning out the garage. We had the backdoor of Brian's SUV open to load stuff to take to Goodwill. Moka's arch nemesis came around after a while to see what we were doing. That was fine. Until the cat jumped into Brian's car. Brian went over and got the cat out of his trunk. He put it down and told it to shoo. Then the little turd went over to Brian's tire, sprayed it with urine, and ran off. Anyone who says cats are not vindinctive creatures is in denial. Piece of crap. That cat is getting a spray of water to the face next time I see it. And probably a phone call to the HOA.
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