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| 3.27.2004 |
10:20 AM good morning! Eh... Wacky's so smart. At around 7 this morning, I woke up with him patting my face and murrrrping. I'd fallen asleep on the dormeuse, and the old man was trying to wake me up. "You want food? You want your shot? Okay, silly," I said and got up, filled the bowls, and gave him his insulin. It's Saturday. My non-working day. I can sleep as long as I want, wherever I want. Looking forward to a lovely day of recovery sleep, I figured I'd move to the bedroom. But first, the bathroom. I lifted the lid - I always keep the lid down - then I discovered it: The toilet had overflowed for no apparent reason, and there was about a 1/2 inch of water on the floor. After a few good plunges, the water in the bowl went down, and I had a lot of mopping to do. My fuzzy flood alarm decided his job wasn't complete, though. As I cleared out the undersink cleaning supplies, the scale, and the sopping bath rugs, then mopped up the water, Wacky sat on the toilet seat to watch the proceedings, and I believe, to keep Mommy company. He's a great cat. |
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| 3.11.2004 |
12:03 AM oh, my moji-boo Poor booby, he's been so sick.  Sunday, I found him peeing on the kitchen floor. He had blood in his urine, and was crying and drinking water to beat the band. I rushed him to Adobe where we sat for 2 hours waiting to see a vet. The doctor said, "He's forming crystals in his urine and is blocked up. And he may have kidney damage."Oh. My. God. I held him while they tried to unblock him with a catheter attached to a syringe, then while they inserted a more flexible one attached to a bag, and drew blood from his back leg, and shaved his little arm and inserted an IV. My poor little love, he only growled quietly a few times. They carried Moji off to ICU and left me with a paper to sign saying they were not to be held responsible if anything happened to him. And that charges would run from $400-800 the first day, then $200-300 each following day. And that I needed to put down a $200 deposit. (sigh) I visited him on Monday, rubbed his little head and murmurred to him; he purred and rested his head and paw in my hands. Outside his cage were two tags, one with a picture of an alligator, and another with a picture of a cat in boxing gloves and shorts: A biter *and* a fighter. That's my baby. (Oh, his Auntie Darwin would've been proud!) Hey, if you had folks inserting a catheter and an IV *and* taking blood *and* trying to poke and prod you and push things down your throat... you'd bite and fight, too.  He'd pulled out his catheter and they were more than happy to let Mom hold him while they reinserted it. The little girl who was trying her best to scour out his wee-wee with the plastic tubing made me so angry, I had to ask her if she'd ever had a catheter; of course, her answer was no. And while I was there, Moji was grumpy yet cooperative in my arms while they did just about everything they wanted, but finally he balked at getting a pill shot into his mouth and went a little nuts, snarling and swiping and spitting. During his two days at the hospital, I heard him hiss and growl more than I'd ever heard in the previous two and a half years of his life.He's back home now. And sweet as pie with me, letting me dose him with his meds - all except the nasty antibiotic chews (I don't blame him, they're foul.) He's still a little litter-averse (it may have been the Mojinator peeing on things - although over the years, I've caught BBOB more than once in the act...), though.  Tuesday night, his first night back home, was rough since he kept squatting and straining but not peeing, or not peeing pee, but watery blood. I was so afraid that we'd have to go back, I had to do something. I decided to sit up with him in the bathroom. I'd watch for him trying, then grab and squeeze him to "express" his urine. All night long. I'm a good kitty mommy. Since then, I've been following him around the house, watching for squatting, scooping him up, and thrusting him in his box. By Wednesday night he was peeing clear; I could tell this because during one scooping he started to pee, on me. Again, I'm a good kitty mommy. I was so happy it was clear, I didn't mind. |
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