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Monday, September 16, 2019

The Vet Visit

IZA:  Im resting...  Dad dragged me off to the Vet yesterday, completely by surprise.  I mean, I knew I was going to go sometime soon because he told me. last week  But I dint know it would be "right then now".
But since it was just me, I got the "good" PTU.  It has a top I can see out of.  Sometimes ya can be grateful fer small things. 

So we got there and it wasn't bad.  No barking woofies or crying kitties, just us.  So I just settled down and waited.  Not like I had much choice.  Ive rattled the door and pushed on the top before and nothing ever gets loose.

So we went into the room.  A lady Being was there.  Im used ta that.  But the new Vet is a lady too.  That was a surprise.  So I came out.  The metal table had a cushiony thing on it and I liked that. 

She held me gently fer a bit and looked at my teef and ears.  And didnt do the the temperature thing.  But then she told me a was a very pretty girl.  And that I had such good silky fur.  AND that I had a very good purr.

I like her!

She said she was going to have ta do a couple things I wouldnt like much.  Well, that wasn't a surprise Dad desn't bring us to the Vet fer fun things...

She took me away and stabbed my leg and then put stinky stuff on it because she had to test my blood.  After that, she brought me back to Dad and I curled up on his lap while we waited.  I even napped a bit.

Finally, she came back and said I had good bloods.  I'll turn it over ta Dad, because I didn't know the werds she was saying...

TBT:  Iza's bloodwork came out very normal.  Her thyroid levels (I don't know what that actually measures) were high and the Vet said that can cause problems with bile production, causing the white foamy hacking (maybe).  She said there was a med to try first that came as pill oral liquids or an ear gel.  I decided to try the ear gel, as being easier on both Iza and me.

I was surprised she said she would have the manufacturer ship it directly to me to save a visit and not add to the cost.  I was impressed!

I had to remind her of the pudding-poos, telling her I had tried a pet store anti-diarheal that hadn't had any effect.  She looked at the list of symptoms that included the active ingredients and said, well that sometimes works, but I'll give you something stronger called Metronidazole.  Its a liquid I have to squirt into her mouth twice a day for 10 days.  If it works, I should know in 3-4 days.

If that doesn't work, the Vet will decide whether to entube Iza to take a stomach sample or try a different med.  Depends on whether it helped "some" or "not at all".

Knowing that starches tend to be "binding agents" (koff, koff) in humans, I asked whether the gluten-free canned foods I've been feeding the cats for years was possibly causing any problems.  She said no but it also wasn't necessary unless a cat had an allergy problem.  But she made a note on Iza's file to consider allergies if the Metronidazole doesn't solve her problems "just so I would know".

I had mentioned that The Mews get beef, chicken, turkey, rabbit, duck, and fish, and se agreed that Iza might be allergic to something but that was generally rare in cats.  I had looked that up once and the general advice was that "meat is meat".  Dogs can have more problems, being omnivores, and veggies are more varied than "meat".

I also mentioned that Iza sleeps next to me at night and she often has "stomach gurgles" (air being squeezed around in an empty stomach, just to mention).  Dr Noyes (No-yez) said that slightly increased her confidence in the thyroid diagnosis.  Well, I couldn't think of EVERYTHING to put on the list...   

So Iza starts the Metronidazole treatment this morning for pudding-poops.  I should get a call from the thyroid ear gel company to arrange shipping info and payment later today.    I'm hoping for good results from the Metronidazole, but if that doesn't work, the Vet and I will try other meds.

I am very encouraged that Dr  Noyes is paying attention to Iza's problems.  Dr Miller was a very kind Vet, but I could never quite get him to focus on those.  Maybe he just thought those were normal problems with cats.

I was a bit concerned when I walked in.  All the pictures on the walls were of dogs.  Yet Dr Noyes had specifically mentioned her own cats, and she immediately recognized that Iza was a Tonkinese an mentioned the "people-orientation" of the breed.  Dr Miller didn't know about them at all.

I once read that the best human Dr to have was someone about 5 years out of medical school.  They had current training and enough experience.  Maybe the same is true for Vets.  When I started with Dr Jeffrey 33 years ago, he was like that.  But 33 years is a long time.  Maybe it is a Very Good Thing that Iza is visiting a new Vet.

More when we see how the meds work...


Sunday, September 15, 2019

Easy Like Sunday

IZA:  I really love the laudray bsket!  All those small holes on the sides mean I I can see out but nokitty can whap me through them.  Not that anykitty does but you can't be too careful. 
 And there is a whole JUG of kibbles I like right next to me.  Is that great or WHAT!
And, even better, I am preventing TBT from collecting laundry.   It was all cooled and I don't like cooled laundry.  So I'm in control here!  He has to heat it up again later.

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Caturday Saturday

IZA:  Nokitty better mess with me today!  No particular reason...

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Flashback Friday

Today we are looking back to this week in 2011.  We were all sharing the tree.
We dont do that very often these days.
There are so MANY comfy places ta relax on...
We all like each other (pretty much),  the odds are just against it.


Wednesday, September 11, 2019

9-11

We have to remember this day.  It was before our time, but TBT tells about it.  And there are other bad things that have happened since.  But 9-11 seems to have been one of the awfullest.

Purrmanently Sad Cat Will Always Be Sad (PHOTOS)

But there is more.  We got online last night to visit our friends.  The first thing we learned was that Pip of Fraidy Cats went over The Bridge and the second was that Noel of 15&Meowing will be soon.

Our hearts just wern't into happy comments after that...

We will try again soon.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Twofer Tuesday

MARLEY:  Iza and I often Lap together to share Dad, but we dont often Nap together on our own.
So Dad was happy to see proof and that we dint jump up before he got the picture, MOL!

Monday, September 09, 2019

Sunday, September 08, 2019

Easy Like Sunday

AYLA:  We are taking it EASY by watchin the outside to day.
Im the only one who is actally outside though.
Iza and Marley were still eatin when TBT opened the door cuz I was waiting there.  I eat faster...
Dont worry, he will open the door fer them soon.  But he knows I like a little peace and time to be by myself.

Saturday, September 07, 2019

Caturday Saturday

TBT:  Well, some preliminary news about Iza.  I brought a detailed list of her problems to the new vet last week.  The front desk person said they don't do things that way, but I explained that these were problems that wouldn't be observed in a regular office visit and I wanted the Vet to consider them before I brought her in.  She reluctantly accept the list and scanned it into Iza's records.  The expectation was that they would contact me for an appointment after the Vet had reviewed the symptoms.

I also mentioned that the previous Vet (whom they had combined practices with anticipating his retirement in May (he did) had never seemed to pay enough attention to her issues, and since we were starting over with a new vet, it seemed like a good time to make a deliberate restart on addressing Iza's problems in detail. 

I will add that the new Vet seems more organized.  The previous Vet had folders of paper; the new one has everything on computer.  We even get birthday wishes. 

I was beginning to feel ignored, but I got a very good email from the Vet herself last evening.  She went into considerable detail about the possible problems, possible solutions, and the possibility that some of the problems might not be curable.

To summarize, Iza horks up white foam at dawn, can't keep down a full meal first thing in the morning, will eat dry food until she returns it to the floor, has pudding poop, and won't poop in the litter box unless I happen to be standing there (at which time she is a "good girl").  She appears to have a constantly swollen belly.  She drinks water constantly.

The Vet mentioned each issue (so she read what I gave them).  She mentioned Gastritis, IBD, stomach-lining irritation, food allergies, eating habits, diabetes, and possibly kidney disease.  She suggests a blood tests, possibly and xray, meds, habit-changes, and an exam. 

Iza has an appointment on the 16th.  Given the new Vet's positive and detailed email, I have hopes that Iza (and I) will get some relief from at least some of her problems.  It may require several visits, some meds, some special foods, etc, but I won't mind that a bit. 

Just wanted to give everyone an update of the situation.  I won't know whether this results in anything successful maybe even after the initial visit, but the attitude of the new Vet seems promising.

Friday, September 06, 2019

Friday Flashback

Today this week in 2009, Iza discovered toilet paper rolls.
Fun is fun after all...
When I objected she claimed I told her it was a game.
Doesn't she look SO innocent?  Like "who, me"?

Iza has always had more talent than even MOST cats at acting blameless (and ALL cats are very talented at that) even when caught in the act. 

Thursday, September 05, 2019

Softy Spot Thursday

AYLA:  I like chairs too.  But the tops of the softest ones. 
Iza can nap on a hard space.  Marley can nap on a hard space.  I won't.  I'm a Princess.

What is YOUR favorite soft spot ta sit?

Wednesday, September 04, 2019

Weerd Wensday

MARLEY:  Flash on and off and I don't know which.  I wasn't handling the camera.
I do like the 2nd better though...
The wall looks about the same.  Isn't that weerd?

Tuesday, September 03, 2019

Twofer Tuesday

IZA:  TBT has a rolled-up camo pillow that he uses to support his leg when we sit on his lap.  But when he is not using it he places it on the desk near the chair.

Guess who discovered it?
I give the stinkey eye to anyone who wants to share it or take it!
Oh, my lovely softy pillow...   We are together forever.
OK, sometimes I slip off.  But the GRAMPA Remote is a good height.   I call it the Gramps Remote because when Grampa was her, all he needed to do was push 2 bottons ta watch Fox News.  But that was too complacated, so TBT got up early every day to let him watch that and went back to bed fer 2 hours.

BUT it turns on all the TV type devices with one button and he likes it too.
He says I better stop changing the channels.  That means I'm smarter than Grampa was.  Ooh, I shouldnt say that...
 Anything in reach is napping-good.
I turned on a soccer game.  Good fer sleepin...
TBT says I caused no scores for 30 minutes.  He was joking, right?
I better go back to the pillow...

Twofer Tuesday?  Well, its the pillow and me and me and the remote.  That's "two" right?

Monday, September 02, 2019

Discovery Monday

TBT:  I finally remembered what I was originally intending to mention on Thursday!

I love to re-purpose things in ways never intended by the manufacturer.  I scraped the litterboxes clean with a 6" wide plastic putty spreader for years, for example, before I realized the fireplace shovel was even better.   A clean litter scoop (for filling from a tub) in the pet department  cost $6 and I found the same scoop (for bulk nails) in a hardware for $4.  I fixed a floor hole in a roommate's old VW Bug with an old spark plug once.  You get the idea.

Well, I found the coolest litterbox-cleaning tool ever a couple weeks ago.  I was looking for something in a DIY store and walked past a shelf of "taping knives".  And stopped to stare at them.  They looked interesting.
Wal-Board Tools 10 in. Taping Knife

And it struck me!  Litterbox...  The blade is thin but strong metal and the handle is firmly attached.   The 10" size fits most litterboxes.

My memory may not be what it used to be.  I'm constantly moving around in the kitchen to grab something only to forget exactly what I was reaching for.  But my hand is within a foot of it, so I glance around quickly and see the right object (usually something like ice cube trays that have no specific place to be - I keep mine on top of the M/W).

As Mom often said, "Getting old isn't for sissies".  Speaking of which, I was in the grocery store the other day and kneeled down to look at something on the bottom shelf and complained a bit out loud as my knees objected.  An older lady next to me said "getting old is hell, isn't it"?  But in my case, kneeling is a relief.  It's standing back up that's hard.

I tend to stand almost all day long.  One of the best moments of my day is when I get my dinner on the TV tray and sink into the easy chair.  AAAHHHHH, it feels so good!

So anyway, I went to clean the litterboxes Friday and saw the taping knife and thought "AHA, Thankful Thursday"!  So I wrote "taping knife" on a napkin and set it by the computer so I woudn't forget again.  And just got to it today.

So give a taping knife a try; you'll like it...

Sunday, September 01, 2019

Easy Like Sunday

AYLA:  Marley and I were synchro-napping and TBT noticed when he was getting ready for bed (because we were already there of course).
I tend to curl up a bit tighter because I'm skinnier and hold less of my body heat.  BTW, you can tell that I heard TBT was there and Marley dint.  Look at our ears...

Saturday, August 31, 2019

Caturday Saturday

MARLEY:  Sometimes it is good to hold your position with the claws.
You cant fall off the platform that way.
Not that I ever have, but it is good to be careful...

And that was last week.

Friday, August 30, 2019

Flashback Friday

Today we are re-visiting this week in 2012.

I was loving rolling around in the tree debris...
Oh yeah, good scratchy stuff!
And there were butterflies...


Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Not Good Tuesday

IZA:  I cant belief it.   Dad is going ta bring me to the NEW vet (Dr Jeffrey retired 3 moons ago) and not fer an annual visit either.  Well, not today, but soon.

So what if my poops are like "pudding"  So What if I return my first meal to the floor sometimes?  So what iffen  I hack up white foam every morning?  Who doesn't?

TBT:  Iza, most cats DON'T.  Ayla and Marley don't.  Neither do your friends (mostly).

IZA:  They don't?

TBT:  No.  You have a problem, Iza, and maybe now that Dr Jeffery has retired, we should take a new look at it.  Just because Dr Jeffrey couldn't find the problem doesn't mean a new vet can't.  Wouldn't you like to eat and keep your food down in the morning?

IZA:  Well, yeah, I guess...

DAD MODE (I'm still trying to get used to this):  So understand, Iza, it is going be an annoying visit.    The new vet is going to stab you a couple times, invade your nether parts and "maybe" do some other annoying stuff I don't even know about.  But she really cares about kitties and wants to figure out how to make you happier!

IZA:  "Happier"?

DAD:  Well, do you LIKE horking up foam every morning?

IZA:  Well no.

DAD:  So let's give the new vet a chance to make you feel better, OK?

IZA:  You gotta be kidding me, right?  New vet, new place, stabbies,  thermometer up the wazoo, and maybe more and you think I'll be "happy".

DAD:  Its worse.  It's a "maybe".  But you remember when Ayla had her 3rd spay operation and that was a "maybe" and it worked?  This is a "maybe".

IZA:  Dang...

Im NOT happy about this Dad...
DAD: Hope and trust Iza,  Have I ever done you wrong?

IZA:    You stepped on my paw in the kitchen last week...

DAD:   You snuck up behind me. But I AM sorry.  And I let you stay on my lap for an hour after.  And I stroked you until you fell asleep.

IZA:  OK, OK, newlady vet huh?
  ..........................

TBT:   I've written an outline of Iza's "intake and output" problems to bring to the new vet later today.  I want her to read it first and consider the entirety of the problems before I just drop Iza on her and explain them verbally. 

Doctors sometimes don't listen very well (or sometimes all they know is what the receptionist writes down), and these are problems a vet can't discover just by an exam.  And having a written list of problems might help in a diagnosis. 

For example, are Iza's stools soft because she drinks so much water and why is she drinking so much water anyway (she always has, it's not new).  I tried an anti-diarheal and if anything, her stools are worse. 

And what's with the white foam most mornings at dawn?  That almost sounds like me when I had acid reflux problems the last 10 working years (stopped completely a few months after I retired).  But I can't think of any stress Iza has.

So she regurgitates good high-quality food of various meats, drinks a LOT of water, poops pudding,  and horks foam in the morning.  She has always seemed to have a swollen stomach, but past x-rays have shown no blockage or twisted intestine.  Dr Miller could never find a cause. 

Its time to have someone new look at the problems...

Monday, August 26, 2019

Mancat Monday

MARLEY:  The S-t-r-e-t-c-h...
Ahhhhhh!
 OK, time to get up.
I heard a can being opened...

Sunday, August 25, 2019

13th Blogiversary

TBT:  As the Hobbits say "13 is a lucky number because it can't be divided... 

Well between Skeeter and LC in their elder years, and Ayla/Iza/Marley to start young, we have collectively managed 13 years of blogging!  I am sometimes amazed.  It all started because I discovered Max The Psychokitty's blog in 2004 and then 1 or 2 others. 

One of them (I think Max's) had a button that said "Free Blog".  After I was retired a few months and had some time, I pressed the button.  Pressing buttons should not be done lightly.  Like the wardrobe in 'The Chronicles of Narnia', Bilbo's road out of the Shire, Alice's rabbithole, or the WWI soldier who went wandering around France and discovered 'The Man Who Planted Trees' you never know what will happen when you try something new to you.

In my case, it was a rescue.  I had engaged in discussion groups on several topics back when the internet was 9.6k dial up.  It was slow streaming chat.  Some of them closed, some were overtaken by trolls, some were so contentious that I left, and one triggered me to sufficient anger that I (to my everlasting shame) was kicked off of.

Then the BUTTON showed up and I pressed it.  It was all quite confusing at first.  I tried a first post on August 25, 2006.  I only got it to show up days later, but the title of the post was the date, so I count that the official start.

My original idea was (and to an extent still is) to describe the world from a cat's POV.  Skeeter and LC did not understand glass doors,  where food came from, what *I* was (which is why I'm "TBT" mostly), etc.  But you can't keep that up forever.  I've let the cats gain understanding over the years.  Their English has improved a bit (but they maintain some spelling and grammar of their own).  They can type somewhat, but I always do some minor editing while trying to allow their basic sense of the world to come through.

Well otherwise,  mousies and birds and frogs, crickets and Stinky Goodness from cans would all just be called "food".  Some allowances to readers is necessary.  And some slightly improved (but hopefully not overdone) spelling seems good but plausible.

We collectively have lost some good friends over the 13 years.  Some went over The Bridge , some just vanished (OTB or just stopped blogging), some announced they were stopping, and some we dropped from our reading list.  That last is awkward. 

At various times, at some blogs I have had to resort to a lot of work to comment and it became just to difficult to get a comment posted (word verification was bad but picture-matching became an exercise in futility for me).  So one day I just deleted a dozen blogs from my feedly list. 

And there is the number of blogs I can visit these days.  I used to manage a list of 100.  Today 60 seems like too many.  As I get older (and also as the yard and house requires more attention), it gets harder to visit all my favorite blogs.  I really do apologize for that. 

I keep telling myself I will do better about that.  I also keep failing.  You would think that a retired person has all the time in the world, but what happens is that you do more things to use up all that time.

I have some ideas though...

13 years can use up most of your creative efforts.  It used to be easy, but now I have to think of things to post about.  I worry that I get repetitive. 

I hope to get to 14.

Love to all...






Saturday, August 24, 2019

Caturday Saturday Hangover

MARLEY:  I often end up with hangovers - usually my back legs.  TBT finds it amusing. 
Well, mine arent big and long and clunky like his are.  They even just naturally "float" like most of we cat's legs when we rest on our backs.
But they are also much stronger.  I mean, look at our thighs compared to Beins.  If they had thighs like ours, they could kick their silly football the whole field long and jump 12 feet high.  And that is where ALL their walking/running muscle is.  Sometimes Im surprised they can get around at all...

New post from TBT here

Friday, August 23, 2019

Flashback Friday

TBT here:  This week in 2009, it was LC, Ayla and Iza.  It was just the girls then.  I'll just show them.  Skeeter had left and Marley wasn't here yet. 

So there they were.  I forgot how old the food bowls are.  Have I really been washing those same bowls for 10+ years?
LC never quite understood how very beautiful she was.  She was totally oriented to Skeeter.  
 She did have favorite toys,  these softie mice,
 She was open to larger toys...
But she mainly loved the loved the chairs she shared with Skeeter..    LC got her name from Little Cow.  The Vet called her  LC for "Lucky Cat" . Because she was so infested with ear mites when I got her  that her eyes stuck shut until i came home the third day and saw her bumping into furniture seeking the food bowl...  And Skeeter nudged her around to the food.  She went to Dr Jeffrey the next morning.  I just thout her ears were black,  Stupid...  
LC wasn't the most attached cat to me,  but she was A Good Cat .  To her last day, she always used the litter box properly, ate whatever food I set down, and purred on the bed near me. 
She missed Skeeter so much.  A few months after Skeeter left us, she came up on my lap for the first time.  She would always snuggle with Skeeter before.  It was precious, but not long enough,  she went to join Skeeter after 13 months.