This is Still a Cat Blog

Tiki

I let Kesey use it once in a while, but this is still a cat blog. He’s too sleepy anyway. When he’s not eating or drinking or peeing. That prednisone makes him act weird. He even had an accident at the bottom of the basement stairs. On the carpet. I glared at Mommy while she cleaned it up. Kesey is eating much better and he opens his mouth a little more every day, so I guess he can be weird. He was weird to start with anyway. (He smells funny, not like a cat at all. He’s a d-o-g!)

Kesey getting sick has stalled my plans to get a minion. I miss Riley so much, but I’m thinking a kitten minion might be easier to boss around. What do you guys think? Right now I am practicing by bossing around the Daddy.

Shh. Don’t tell, but I have started meowing at Kesey to chase me and having been trying to make Riley’s pterodactyl meow when I run down the stairs. I think I need a minion before I do something really weird like snuggle with a dog. Bleqk! Did I mention that Kesey smells funny?

Daddy Loves Me!

Kesey

I could no longer get my mouth open, so Sunday evening I stopped eating. Mommy had to crush my pills in order to torture me. (Laurie, I may be the only dog who hates pill pockets even when I can open my mouth. More for Boscoe.) When they finally called back, the emergency/specialist v-e-t people wanted to put in a feeding tube. Daddy said he didn’t want anyone to drill any holes in me. Thankfully he called my regular v-e-t too.  My regular v-e-t said we could start the steroids early even though my tests results weren’t back yet and they could do it with an injection since I couldn’t open my mouth. So Monday evening I went and got a shot in my butt. By the time we got home I could open my mouth a little and they gave me yummy Science Diet A/D liver mooshy food. The next day I got more of that great food and since my mouth was a little better, Daddy gave me my steroids in kielbasa!!! If you have never had kielbasa, you must know that kielbasa is only the best food ever. Now I don’t care if my mouth ever opens all the way, because Daddy has given me kielbasa every day!! Daddy loves me!!!!

Mommy is still mean, but at least she has stopped giving me tramadol. I got all mopey when I was taking it. It might have been upsetting my tummy. Now my appetite is back. I am still hungry after eating the A/D food so at the v-e-t’s suggestion, I am eating canned unsalted green beans. Yes green beans. Crazy. I am also drinking water by the gallon because prednisone makes me thirsty!!

Mommy is Torturing Me

Kesey

These last couple of days have just been weird. On Thursday I went to the v-e-t because the people though I had a bad tooth. I hate being caged, so I got to hang out with the office kitties until aliens knocked me out. Then I woke up and I was back with the office kitties. The kitties were very nice. The v-e-t couldn’t do anything with my tooth. The people thought I was refusing to open my mouth because it hurt. Turns out I can’t open my mouth, even under anesthesia.

The v-e-t thought a mass or an abscess might be pressing on my jaw hinge and that got the people all upset so I had to go to more v-e- t-s on Friday. Opthamology poked me in the eyes, consulted with oncology, and sent me to internal medicine where they stabbed me with big needles. I got a cheeseburger though, so it was okay. And I was a good boy.

The test results aren’t back yet, but they think I have something called masticatory myositis. All I know is I couldn’t bite anyone even if I wanted to and Mommy is torturing me!!!!!

She keeps stuffing nasty things covered in cheese in my mouth. She says it’s tramadol and will make me feel better, but I know better. It sucks. Worse, Tiki is mocking me by opening her mouth wide for her pills. I hate the pill shooter too. Daddy just bought me a pill crusher so we will try that next. They don’t think I know that there is deramaxx in my dinner too, but it’s not so bad. I hear I will be getting steroids soon if the tests results are what they expect. Rats. I hate pills, but the people keep giving me scrambled eggs, so that’s good at least.

Still Here

Thank you everyone who commented and who said such nice things about Riley. We are still very sad here. I am trying to fill the void with my new pterodactyl voice, but it just makes everyone think of Riley. I’ve started licking the woofie on the head and have even invited him to chase me. Sigh. He tastes funny and tends to whimper when he can’t catch me.

Tiki

Riley Had a Secret

At our first vet appointment, the vet wanted to test us for feline leukemia and kill us if we had it before Mommy & Daddy got “too attached.” We were 8 weeks old. Mommy & Daddy wouldn’t even let that vet test us and never went back there again.

At the second vet we found out that Riley was feline leukemia positive and I was not. I was then vaccinated.

Riley had the biggest personality and squeezed as much life as he could out of his 3 short years. He head butted the woofie hard enough to make him stagger. He loved to go strollering. He loved hotel rooms. He loved lettuce. He loved to chase me and bite my butt. He had to be in the middle of everything. You could not ignore the Riley. He announced himself every time he walked into a room. He wasn’t sick until the very end, but even with breathing heavy he still wanted to play and be in the middle of things.

Mommy & Daddy took me to be re-checked last week. I do not have feline leukemia. We are very happy about that, but there is a Riley sized whole in our hearts. I have been staying very close to Mommy & Daddy. I have even played with the woofie a little even though he scares me when his big nose gets too close.

Riley, 5/23/06 – 8/14/09

Riley’s heart stopped while they were draining his chest to help him breathe. It restarted, but he had no brain function. The vet people think he had a mass, probably lymphoma in his chest. He was such a tough guy, we had no idea that anything was wrong until the very end. He started breathing heavy, so Mommy & Daddy took him to the vet expecting that he would need antibiotics. Sadly, he did not come home again. We all miss our little man.

Riley, we love you and will miss you always! Play nice with Vincent and try not to bite his butt more than 3 times a day.

Love,

Tiki, Kesey, Mommy & Daddy

Please purr for Riley!

I know we have been absent for a while, but Riley is in the hospital tonight and we need some purrs. His chest is full of fluids and they suspect very bad things. I love my brother. I don’t want him to go away.

Tiki

More strollering!!

I have now been strollering 4 times!!!! Mommy & Daddy say I can now go strollering every day the woofie takes a walk!!! I jump right in my stroller and wait for Mommy to zip me in.

Tiki still says “no thanks!”

Riley

P.S. Gattina, I am not an expensive breed. I was a free barn cat, but we have a lot of traffic here so Mommy doesn’t want anything to happen to me.

P.P.S. Daisy, you gotta get your Mommie to take you strollering. Has Harley tried it yet?

P.P.P.S. I hope that everyone who wants a stroller gets one.

Strollering!!

I got to go strollering. Twice!!! Mommy brought in the stroller and I hopped right in and Tiki hid on top of the kitchen cabinets, so I got to go all by myself with Kesey and Mommy and Daddy!!!! I saw woofies and peoples and houses and trees!!!

I don’t like cars. Cars are scary when they get too close.

Riley

Vincent

Vincent Who Came Before left to go to the Bridge three years ago today. Mommy misses him.