Does Everyone Have Cats?

My little buddy just puked. That can sometimes come out like a loose hose. This time I gently held him in place by the back of his neck. I steered him towards my favorite blanket. There is the obligatory second puke. I held him in place for that too. I can always wash the blanket.

This reminds me though of the best pet I ever had. In 2003 I was told my 14 year old cat Glory had terminal lymphoma. I wish I had that diagnosis confirmed by a second vet. That clinic was crooked & I had her put down on their word. Well, their word was she's terminal. Then I said euthanize her. They argued she was treatable. Their treatments were once a month chemos for $1,000 a pop. Then I would feed her through an eye dropper. That seemed cruel & selfish.

I'll take Sly to a another vet early next month. But I've learned to straddle the line. Sly loves Sleet so much. What will the quality of his life be if we let whatever run it's course? He's just such a nice little guy. He'll be 17 on May 25th. I'm sure he'll make it there too.

I've started giving them a secondary small meal during the day. It's more for Sly than for Sleet. Sly is skinny. Now Sleet thinks she can force the secondary meal into eating canned food whenever she wants by crying. Nope. You eat when I say you eat. Truthfully, you could stand to lose a little weight. Porker.

 I had never seen a mouse bounce around like that before. It sure wanted to play with it's new friend.

Sly shit in his litter box & peed on the bathroom floor, after drinking out of the toilet. God bless the senile little feller. I have this plastic hamper lid on the floor by the toilet where I keep toilet paper. To keep it off the floor. Luckily it was empty when he took a whiz. His aim was very good. That's a plus. All I had to do was lift it up, empty it in the toilet & then rinse it off.

I took Sly outside after that. It was like 60 degrees here. I fed them first. Sleet followed her hero.

Not sure why Sly isn’t using the litter box - we’ve never had that problem with any of our cats, with the exception of a few “accidents” where they have sprayed after getting frightened (usually by the other cat jumping on them when they were sound asleep).

The throwing up is pretty common, though as one or the other of them barfs at least once a week.

And even though our entire first floor is hardwood, they both not only seem to prefer doing so on one of the two area rugs, but they also both seem to find the lighter shaded areas of the rugs.

Either that, or they run upstairs and hit the carpeting there.

Your vet might be of assistance - ours usually is. But getting cats to take drugs (pills or drops) is challenging at best and dangerous at worst, especially those claws and teeth.

Your neighbor is probably full of shit. I was in a chain reaction accident once and after getting rear ended by a van behind me, I was knocked into the car in front of me and that was it.

Two more vehicles behind the van hit, but neither of them impacted or knocked the van into me a second or third time.

She sounds like a real piece of work and looking for a big payday. I’m sure she’ll hire one of those TV lawyers who’ll probably get her to settle for whatever amount they can get with the least amount of work they can get by with.

And then they’ll take 40 - 50% of her settlement.

GO DODGERS!!!

Before I moved out of Idaho to move to Mesa, Arizona a year and a half ago, I had to leave my cat at the animal shelter. As upset as I was about that, it really was the right thing to do. If I'd tried to take him with me, he'd be yowling nonstop in the cage (he wouldn't let me give him a sedative), and all nite at the motel in Utah after the first day's travel and he'd fight me to get him back in the cage. When I finally arrived in Mesa, the first chance he'd get he'd bolt out the door and he'd become a feral cat and I'd never see him again and I"d be so much more depressed than I was. The folks at the shelter assured me that a lady was coming the next day looking for a cat so I know he'd be in a good home. I hope he's happy.