bunchofgrapes: (cat and mouse)
So this morning started out fairly normal. Got up, stripped the sheets off the bed, noticed Tucker had something on the edge of his e-collar. It was poop. Don't want to know how poop got up around his neck but it did. However, I didn't realize it was actually a cat litter encrusted piece of poop until I tried to wipe it off. Then it smeared and it smelled. No getting around it, the collar had to be cleaned. I had a plan. I have an extra hard e-collar that I could put on him temporarily. I thought about letting him just go without for a bit but Tucker is not a good kitty when it comes to stitches.

I've heard of a dog whisperer and a horse whisperer but how about a cat whisperer? )


Nov. 26th, 2010 08:00 pm
bunchofgrapes: (Brass - Peace Baby)
Wow, just a few more days of blogging to go. I'd like to say I'll continue past the end of November but I know I won't. Maybe I'll take it up again in February.

For all the lurking and non lurking Brass fans out there the Jim Brass forum is up and running again! You'll have to sign up again but once you do, the sandbox is free of cat poop and ready to go. So head on over, sign up and start playing. Except for the part where we lost all the old posts, the new forum looks great! Feel free to start adding to it.

Tucker's vet called today to see how he was doing. This was his regular vet. Did I mention I love her? It's great to have a vet who pays that kind of attention to her patients, even if she didn't do the surgery. And speaking of kitties, I had Harry on my lap (he has become a major lap cat) and Sophie lying next to me on the couch. Harry's tail is going back and forth so of course Sophie starts playing with it. So here she is, attacking his tail while he just sits calmly on the my lap. And I think he was on to her too because he would draw his tail back and then whip it in front of her. Cats are so amusing.

As is my tradition, today I'm cooking my own turkey dinner. Because I always go to my dad's, I never get the leftovers. And I like cooking a turkey. So I get a 5lb breast, make some stuffing and tonight, Brussels Sprouts and I have my own little Thanksgiving. And the turkey gets shared with my three plus Pudgey the stray. Between me and my neighbor, Pudgey will eat like a queen for the next week or so.

Thanksgiving Day recap )
bunchofgrapes: (kitty - focused)
Well today went a way I never planned. Tucker had an appointment this morning with the surgeon who did his Perineal Urethrostomy. His regular vet wanted me to take him to the surgeon because of all the issues he continues to have. He has such a narrow urethra that she was concerned he had some scar tissue that was causing more blockage. So we went. And he stayed. I had already kept food and water from him because they were going to have to put him under to insert a catheter but about 15 minutes later the surgeon came to tell me that he had a lot of difficulty getting the catheter in. He confirmed what Dr. W feared. He said the concern is that his urethra is so narrow that any amount of debris in his urine could cause a blockage, something he thinks is already happening and that's why Tuck is straining so much. He said that it's going to progressively get worse however, there is a new procedure they can do. He explained and all I heard was trimming the tip of a bone to give the urethra more room. He says cats who've had this surgery have very good results and given Tuck's age, it's something we should consider sooner rather than later.

I didn't hesitate. Tucker was already there. He was ready for surgery now and I'm home the next four days so I can keep an eye on him. It was a no-brainer. I asked if he could do the surgery today. He could so that's how Tucker spent his day. The surgeon called me around 3:30 to say that Tucker was out of surgery and in recovery. He said the surgery was a little more difficult than he expected but everything went very well and he didn't foresee any complications. I pick him up tomorrow around 1pm.

On the way home from the vet I started to think. When I first saw Tucker he was in a cage with his brother. His brother was very laid back. Tucker was squalling his head off. His brother was called Pauly Walnuts, after the Sopranos character. Tucker's name was Benjamin. I don't know why I picked "Benjamin" but I did. Another couple came in to adopt Pauly Walnuts but they really wanted to keep the brothers together. Thankfully, the women running the rescue really liked me (as a pet owner) so they didn't go back on their agreement with me. What made me wonder today is if Pauly has this same condition? And then I was thinking what if I hadn't adopted Tucker? How would someone else have handled this? The surgeries he's had have not been cheap and I know not everyone has the resources or the inclination to spend this kind of money on surgery for a pet. Would they have put Tucker down? If Pauly had this same condition, is he still alive or did they have to put him down?

So with Thanksgiving rapidly approaching, I'd like to say that I'm thankful for the day I walked into the Pet Store and for whatever reason, picked "Benjamin". And I'm thankful I have the means to give him what is hopefully a better quality of life.
bunchofgrapes: (Lights)
This is going to be fairly random because I have nothing much to say.

Just finished a pretty grueling week at work. I was talking with a co-worker about it. It's not that we're putting in the hours that we did last year. It's that we're all so worn down from the constant grind over the last couple of months and we're kind of sick of each other. Thanksgiving can't come soon enough.

I have over 60 hours of use it or lose it leave and close to 400 hours of regular leave. If I take leave, I end up making up the hours within the two week pay period. Sucks. I have until December 17th to use the use it or lose it leave so I'm going to try to take 4 days off next week. Try being the operative word here.

I'm thinking the pretend husband will get me an iPad for Christmas. He really needs to buy me a new laptop. Hey, maybe he'll buy me one of those too. I have a fairly big list that also includes a new treadmill.

Speaking of the pretend husband, I've just sold a couple of friends on the idea. One has a pretty steady guy who will lavish her with gifts so for her it's pretend children. But my other friend is definitely getting a pretend husband.

Tucker has been doing pretty good. He's had a couple of hiccups but for the most part, his urinary problems have been under control. Still, he goes to see the doctor who did his surgery on Tuesday. Regular vet wants him to take a look at Tucker's...um...area (not sure what to call it)...to make sure there's no scar tissue blocking the opening. Given his past troubles, I wouldn't be surprised if there is.

Tomorrow is the first weekend since sometime in September that I have absolutely nothing to do--except meet this woman who is coming by to give me a cleaning estimate. But I have nothing scheduled or planned and I'm looking forward to it. Maybe I can finally get some writing done.

And lastly, I hate when Frasier isn't on. It's my late night comfort food.
bunchofgrapes: (Brass - Tilt)
Now that it's hockey season CSI gets bumped in favor of Caps' games. Thursday night I kind of wish I'd watched CSI over the Caps because they choked against Boston. Luckily, they found their game last night against Atlanta.

House of Hoarders and other stuff )
bunchofgrapes: (Moon)
I really can't wait for summer to end. I hate this season with a passion. The only redeeming thing about the season is farmer's markets (I have perfected my ability to choose a good watermelon) and all the fresh fruits and veggies. Other than that, I hate the heat, the humidity, the gnats and mosquitoes, and the annoying neighborhood children. Today I was outside putting some fresh mulch over the places that the work crew destroyed and suddenly the smell of wood smoke wafted my way. I love this smell. Despite that it was hot and very humid today, this smell is Fall to me. It takes me back to certain memories of my childhood: hay rides with my Camp Fire girl troop (my mom couldn't afford Girl Scouts), camping at the lake, a trip to Mountainburg, Arkansas to visit my stepmother's family in the Ozarks. I hate wishing for days to pass quickly because I'm older now and each day is, well, another day closer to the grave. But damn, I really can't wait for those cool, damp, fall days and the smell of wood smoke hanging in the air.

All the less sentimental stuff is under the cut. )
bunchofgrapes: (Paul G - teh hawtness)
This is me rambling about a variety of things plus, there's a Tucker update.

I sort of miss the daily blogging. Okay, not really. )
bunchofgrapes: (Cirque - Rainbow)
The boy is home and judging by all the love he's giving me, he's glad to be here. It's amazing how forgiving pets are. You can take them to the vet, put them through Lorena Bobbit surgery, and they still love you.

The aftermath )

Tucker Woes

Mar. 8th, 2010 10:59 pm
bunchofgrapes: (kitty - focused)
Not sure why I decided to work from home today. Probably because I have a big due date at work tomorrow and it usually requires working long hours as I receive data. Whatever it was, it definitely happened for a reason.

The Kitty Guardian Angel )
bunchofgrapes: (kitty - focused)
This morning I woke up to the sound of youngest cat, Tucker, growling. Since Harry can be a major pest and he was next to Tucker, I thought maybe he was being annoying and Tucker had had enough.

Later in the day, I noticed Tucker lying in the litter box (this reminds me of a little kid who falls asleep on the toilet). This is always a sign that his interstitial cystitis is flaring up. I have anti-inflammatory drugs, which is about the only thing to treat it, so I gave him one and luckily, he took it fairly easily. But it takes some time before he feels better and in the meantime the poor kitty was lying on the floor, growling in pain. Thankfully, I remembered that I still have about five pain sticks so I gave him one while he was lying in the litter box. He didn't fight me at all so I knew he was really hurting and about an hour later and he was up and about. He's still not feeling all that great but he's doing better. Poor little guy. This has been an on-going issue for him since September. It goes away for a week or so and then it's back for a few days. In those few days though, he's miserable.

And for anyone who has a cat who has had cystitis or a urinary tract infection, you've probably had them squat around the house as they try to find some relief. Tucker's place of choice? The bathroom sink. It's just a little disconcerting to walk into the bathroom and see your cat sitting in the basin but whatever makes him feel better works for me.

Anyway, tomorrow is Tuck's 3rd birthday. I really hope he grows out of this because otherwise, he's got a lot of years ahead of him to suffer through it.
bunchofgrapes: (Randy - underwear superhero)
I'm taking the holiday today. So far no fires to put out so I just might make it. I have to take time off otherwise I'm going to start losing vacation hours. I could take off every Monday from now until the end of the year and still have hours left over. Sad but true.

Read On )

Oh, and before I forget, thank you [livejournal.com profile] inamberclad for the very sweet virtual gift!
bunchofgrapes: (O)
My cat Tucker and his woobie. When you see him dragging that blue piece of flannel through the house, you can't help but smile.

I baked four loaves of zucchini bread to take into work tomorrow. My house smells yummy!


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