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Double Vet Trip

Thomas T. Tomcat had to have a tooth pulled Friday. Mommy took him up to Dr. Kevin’s early. Thomas didn’t mind going. His tooth hurt and was infected again. (Two weeks ago he has to get antibiotics for it. His poor kitty jaw had swollen up.)

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Mommy had a good laugh at Tigger. When he saw her get the carrier out for Thomas, panic set in and he ran for the hills… ugh, basement. Mommy didn’t see him again until midafternoon. About the time Tigger did come out of hiding, Mommy was getting out another carrier. Angel was going with Mommy to get a checkup and shots when she went to pickup Thomas. Poor brother Tigger raced off again.

Miss Angel had to wait to see Dr. Kevin because an emergency came in. A poor little dog came in, he was in really bad shape. His mommy thought he had been hit by a car. It turned out he had been attacked by a much bigger dog.

Angel was scared and tried to hide in the back of the carrier. She didn’t want to come out to be weighed and examined. Mommy got her out and she was a well-behaved little lady during her checkup. She is a big girl now: 10 pounds of kitty cat. Her heart is ok. That had worried Mommy cause kitties with her birth defect often develop heart problems. Dr. Kevin was very pleased with her. He gave her two vaccinations and she didn’t flinch or make a sound. (Angel is a brave kitty.)

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Thomas is doing really good with his mouth. He has stitches that have to be removed next week. He is eating and sleeping and when awake being his normal self. Angel is doing well too. Mommy thinks she felt bad this morning, but that’s normal after vaccinations.

Tigger finally came out of hiding after he figured out he wasn’t the vet-bound kitty. The rest of us teased him for being scared for nothing.

Purrs and kitty kisses to all ~ Miss Amber

 

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Snakes, Mice and Elections–Oh My!

By Amber

Boy are we glad this Election Day thingy is over. We were getting tired and fed up with commercials that made Mommy and Daddy say the bad words and yell at the t.v.  Last night they sat up late and watched the t.v.peoples tell who was winning and losing and all that stuff. We tried to nap through it. Fat chance.

It’s over now for awhile. Mommy says 2 years for one election and 4 for the big one like last nights. I/we hope that is a long time.

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Me, Amber, begging sweetly for cat-puter time.

There’s been bunches of things going on around the cottage while our human parents were wasting time on the election thingy.

For instance, we were invaded by outside critters and Spicy and Sugar had to catch and kill them. Three mice and a tiny little snake managed to get into our basement. Sugar killed the snake and brought it to Daddy. Spicy killed the mice (after having a good play-time with them first). Spicy gave the mice to Daddy for a treat. He tossed them outside just like he did the snake. Human’s!

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Spicy in the toy basket watching for mice.

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Sugar, tired from snake hunting.

Miss Lisa got a feline UTI and was a very sick kitty. It took two weeks of 2 kinds of antibiotics to make her feel better. She is a sweet old lady-cat, and tiny, she only weighed 4 1/2 pounds when she went to see Dr. Kevin.

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Miss Lisa with her assortment of food; she’s picky.

We kitties have been busy and have got lots to say…. if Mommy will stay off OUR cat-puter.

Purrs ~ Amber and the gang

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Hussy’s and Old Man-Cats

It was a crazy week here. It started out normal enough for a house with 10 cats. (You can’t understand that kind of normal unless you have a minimum of 6 cats – just saying.)

Then, Tuesday morning I noticed the kitten, Angel, behaving strangely. Almost as if she were in heat.

At 3 1/2 months old!? Nooooo, I thought at first. I’m imagining things. After a few more minutes of watching her pull herself across the carpet toward Mikey, purring and chirping; I decided she was either in heat or auditioning for a part in a cat porno film.

I called Dr. Kevin.

Angel already had a spay appointment scheduled in early September. Dr. Kevin said to bring her in and he would go ahead and do the spay that day. I’m sure he believed me to be paranoid. Ha! An old cat-lady like me?

Sure enough, when he called later that day he said she had indeed been in heat. The little hussy! Since the spay was done late in the day, she stayed overnight. I picked her up the next day, still a little loopy, but fine.

Thomas T. Tomcat, on the other hand, is having troubles of his own.

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A year ago we learned Thomas had a class 3-4 heart murmur. It wasn’t bothering him at the time. Lately he started coughing a lot. Dr. Kevin put him on heart medication, which he takes once a day. It is helping, but he seems to lack energy (maybe because he is 13-14 years old) or maybe something more.

I see a vet-trip for Thomas in the near future. (Sigh)

The other 8 kitties are OK for now. (I am almost afraid to say so…it seems like every time I do another one develops a problem.)

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A Feeling of Dread

I’m a little worried about Miss Lisa and Mama Cat. Both are seniors (Lisa almost 16 and Mama 14). Both have health issues: Lisa has intestinal lymphoma and so far is beating the odds on length of life, Mama has high blood pressure and tumors in her mammary glands which are probably cancerous. Both are receiving palliative care for the cancer and Mama takes medication for her blood pressure.

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Lisa

For the last week or two, both girls have been acting a bit different. Lisa is a little more withdrawn. Its hard to say definitely, since she has always been shy and a scared of her own shadow. But something is different.

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Mama Cat

Mama Cat’s behavior is also a bit different. She is eating like a horse and not gaining any weight. In fact, she may have lost a little. The other changes are as hard to define as Lisa’s, but to me they are there.

Both these girls have beaten the odds many times over. Both are tough little cats with an amazing will to live.

I feel an icy feeling of dread easing around my heart. I am in fear that these precious little ladies may not be with me much longer. I pray I’m wrong.

~ Mommy

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Fifth Birthday for the Wrecking Crew

Amber, Mikey, Maggie Mae, and Tigger celebrated their 5th birthday on March 2, 2012. It doesn’t seem like 5 years to me, their human Mommy. The litter consisted of 5 kittens. Miss Amy passed away from a heart ailment at age three.

Through the last 5 years these cats have been been our source of joy. Their personalities cover the spectrum from timid and shy to in-you-face friendliness. Their antics have given us laughter when it was needed most. Even as “mature adults” they continue to be clowns and as we began calling them as youngsters: The Wrecking Crew. They were so called because they destroyed everything  in the path of their mad dashes and games of tag.

They are definitely big boys and girls now: Maggie Mae, the “smallest” is nearly 14 pounds.

Maggie

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Amber

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Tigger

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Mikey

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Happy Birthday Baby Kittens. . . Mommy and Daddy love you very much!

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Maggie’s in Trouble

Maggie has been busy getting into trouble. This morning Maggie Mae missed a leap and fell. Her front part landed in the food bowl and our food flew all over the dining room. Her back part landed in the water dish that was next to the food and threw all the water everywhere.

The water and food were all mixed together all over. It was a big sloppy mess.

Maggie Mae ran real fast so as to not get blamed, but Mommy saw the whole thing. Mommy had to stop laughing before she could clean it up. Maggie came up and rubbed against Mommy. That was her way of saying she was sorry. She was also embarrassed. Maggie Mae seldom misses a leap.

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After she watched Mommy clean up and (gasp) throw away the sloppy cat food, Maggie found a soft spot and took a nap. Mommy says the only time Maggie isn’t getting into trouble is when she is sleeping. . .  and then she’s probably dreaming about getting in trouble. . .  

Purrs ~ Amber

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R.I.P. Smudge

Smudge was with us almost exactly 3 months.

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Three months were not enough. At least that’s what our hearts are crying out as we mourn his passing. Smudge gave us as much love as we gave him. We all benefited. We miss him and always will.

He arrived as a mere skeleton with fur  stretched over the bones. Our vet said that would never change and it didn’t. His appetite was huge. Each time either of us even appeared to be headed for the kitchen, Smudge would race ahead in order to get there first and beg for more food. He always got it.

One of Smudge’s favorite tricks was to attempt to drink tea from our glasses. Someone in his past must have allowed this, because he gave us the most indignant look when we thwarted his attempt. 

Smudge ‘s favorite sleeping spot was curled next to my husband, just under his chin. Smudge slept there as though it had been his sleeping spot for many years.

He was a “daddy’s boy”. One of his favorite things was to sit in  my husband’s lap and ride with him through the house.

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Another was to snuggle in the recliner.

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Early this week Smudge started eating less and drinking more water. As the days past we tried every brand of cat food, baby food, anything we could think of that he might eat. Each day he ate less. What worked on Monday failed on Tuesday. What worked at one meal failed at the next. Thursday night he refused everything but water. He was drinking tons of water.

Friday morning he was very weak and refused water.

He didn’t appear to be in pain. He was just very weak. His favorite bed, next to where my husband sits, was where he stayed most of the day.

When he did try to wander, we wrapped him in a blanket and took turns holding him like a baby. He would try to purr. Eventually there were no more purrs. Only his eyes, looking deep into ours. We told him how much we loved him and how much we would miss him. It was a sad good-bye.

We placed him back in his bed, where he remained until his passing.

I buried Smudge next to a wild rose bush near the woods. A young oak grows nearby. He shares that area with other beloved pets who have crossed the Bridge over the years. His time with us was less than theirs. The love was the same.

Run free at the Bridge, Smudge. We will meet you there one day.

~ Kitty Mommy

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