Tazo here:
EG’s still not up for blogging. He’s eating and drinking a little. Momma’s still concerned about his litterbox stuff, but she’s waiting for the V-E-T to call her back. Don’t tell the V-E-T, but Momma took his cone off last night for a few hours. He got to groom himself a little and was really good about leaving his stitches alone. Momma kept telling him what a good boy he is. I got to see him up close last night, too. I didn’t even growl. Momma says I hissed a little, but I was just whispering to him. She can’t always tell the difference. But she did say that I was a good girl, too.
He went to work with Momma again today. She doesn’t think he likes it there as much today because they were making a really loud noise in the shop and it made him askeered.
I have a bug I need to go put the bitey on (a PBK is always on call), so I gotta go. Please keep EG (and Momma) in your prayers. Momma just wants him to get better. Thank you all.
Love,
Tazo
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Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Thursday Thirteen - Earl McGrey Edition
O’Titus says:
Earl McGrey isn’t feeling up to blogging yet, so I offered to help him out today (especially since O’Tazo’s still not talking to him). Mom and I decided to do a Thursday Thirteen about his hospital visit.
Thirteen Things about Earl McGrey’s Hospital Stay this week:
He got stuck with needles – lots of blood draws, IV’s, and medicines, so he had two ports in his right arm – one for the IV and one for blood draws.
He did get very cool, colorful bandages every day – yellow, purple, then blue. The blue was his favorite.
He had to have an enema – ick. ‘Nuff said. He didn’t want to talk about that.
X-rays – Two sets in two days. He didn’t like it.
Dr. Matt, Dr. Andrea, Dr. Roberts, Andrea, Linda, Liz, Keith, Patrick, Julie, Sharon, and Sheila are all very, very nice. They told him what a good boy he was and cuddled him when he was too stressed out after his examinations.
There was lots of poking at his sore belly. His belly was sore from his liver and the hard poops not moving and they kept poking at him.
Fentanyl (a painkiller) – Way better than the ‘nip. Will make akitty as high as a kite kitty’s sore tummy feel better.
He got prescription kitty food – YUCK. It smells like stinky goodness, but it is NOT stinky goodness, no matter what the V-E-T says.
He had to go potty in regular litter. Why don’t they use Swheat Scoop? He thought everybody got to poop in a box of wheat. *shrugging*
He got to pee on a towel in the exam room when Mom visited him. The good thing is that it scrunched up real good when he tried to cover it up. It made Dr. Matt giggle to see how hard he was working (he had no idea that Earl McGrey is so meticulous about litterbox issues).
The enema gave him the squirts, which then got stuck in his paw fur (just like what happens to Skeezix!). So he had to get a quick wash of the feets.
He got to supervise the V-E-T and techs while they worked. They said that he talked to them a lot.
There was a very hurted woofie in there on Sunday night so he kept everyone awake with his crying. The V-E-T apologized to Mom because he was afraid that it might have askeered Earl McGrey. Mom said that he was used to woofies, because he has a dawg brother.
As soon as he started eating and got perkier and his liver stuff looked better, he got to come home.
Earl McGrey isn’t feeling up to blogging yet, so I offered to help him out today (especially since O’Tazo’s still not talking to him). Mom and I decided to do a Thursday Thirteen about his hospital visit.
Thirteen Things about Earl McGrey’s Hospital Stay this week:
He got stuck with needles – lots of blood draws, IV’s, and medicines, so he had two ports in his right arm – one for the IV and one for blood draws.
He did get very cool, colorful bandages every day – yellow, purple, then blue. The blue was his favorite.
He had to have an enema – ick. ‘Nuff said. He didn’t want to talk about that.
X-rays – Two sets in two days. He didn’t like it.
Dr. Matt, Dr. Andrea, Dr. Roberts, Andrea, Linda, Liz, Keith, Patrick, Julie, Sharon, and Sheila are all very, very nice. They told him what a good boy he was and cuddled him when he was too stressed out after his examinations.
There was lots of poking at his sore belly. His belly was sore from his liver and the hard poops not moving and they kept poking at him.
Fentanyl (a painkiller) – Way better than the ‘nip. Will make a
He got prescription kitty food – YUCK. It smells like stinky goodness, but it is NOT stinky goodness, no matter what the V-E-T says.
He had to go potty in regular litter. Why don’t they use Swheat Scoop? He thought everybody got to poop in a box of wheat. *shrugging*
He got to pee on a towel in the exam room when Mom visited him. The good thing is that it scrunched up real good when he tried to cover it up. It made Dr. Matt giggle to see how hard he was working (he had no idea that Earl McGrey is so meticulous about litterbox issues).
The enema gave him the squirts, which then got stuck in his paw fur (just like what happens to Skeezix!). So he had to get a quick wash of the feets.
He got to supervise the V-E-T and techs while they worked. They said that he talked to them a lot.
There was a very hurted woofie in there on Sunday night so he kept everyone awake with his crying. The V-E-T apologized to Mom because he was afraid that it might have askeered Earl McGrey. Mom said that he was used to woofies, because he has a dawg brother.
As soon as he started eating and got perkier and his liver stuff looked better, he got to come home.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Earl Grey Update - Wednesday Morning Edition
Earl Grey’s Mom here:
Dr. Matt said he had a great day yesterday so he got to come home last night. His ALT value was down to 260 yesterday, so it’s headed in the right direction. He’s got three medicines that he has to take (an antibiotic, a tummy medicine to help things move through, and an antacid). He didn’t like getting his medicine at midnight. He ate a little snack after that. So far he hasn’t barfed up his food or medicine.
He didn’t seem to act that great when I got up this morning. He ate a little breakfast and fought us less than he did last night when we had to give him his medicine (which worried me a little). There was also some diarrhea in the litterbox this morning. I called the V-E-T and they said that the diarrhea might be from the enema that he had yesterday. As long as he’s eating a little, it’s ok. If he acts really listless and/or stops eating, we’re supposed to take him right back. Otherwise, he doesn’t have to go back until he gets his liver values checked on Monday.
I just called to check on him and his Dad said that he and Tazo were cuddling in bed with him. Which is very good because Tazo was very askeered last night. She was growling and hissing at Earl Grey.
Please keep praying for his continued healing. We’re still pretty worried about him. Thank you again for all your thoughts and purrayers.
Dr. Matt said he had a great day yesterday so he got to come home last night. His ALT value was down to 260 yesterday, so it’s headed in the right direction. He’s got three medicines that he has to take (an antibiotic, a tummy medicine to help things move through, and an antacid). He didn’t like getting his medicine at midnight. He ate a little snack after that. So far he hasn’t barfed up his food or medicine.
He didn’t seem to act that great when I got up this morning. He ate a little breakfast and fought us less than he did last night when we had to give him his medicine (which worried me a little). There was also some diarrhea in the litterbox this morning. I called the V-E-T and they said that the diarrhea might be from the enema that he had yesterday. As long as he’s eating a little, it’s ok. If he acts really listless and/or stops eating, we’re supposed to take him right back. Otherwise, he doesn’t have to go back until he gets his liver values checked on Monday.
I just called to check on him and his Dad said that he and Tazo were cuddling in bed with him. Which is very good because Tazo was very askeered last night. She was growling and hissing at Earl Grey.
Please keep praying for his continued healing. We’re still pretty worried about him. Thank you again for all your thoughts and purrayers.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
The Birfday Recap
T says:
My birfday rocked! Momma came home and sang birfday songs to me and gave me extra scratches. Then we went out and she shoveled snow and I laid on the patio and watched her. Then Daddy came home and we opened presents. I got a pink piggy that squeaks, a scary skull rope toy, a stretchy cow that has real good floppability, and a squeaky ice cream cone. Momma took lots of pictures of me and my toys. Hopefully she’ll help me post them soon.
After Momma and Daddy ate dinner, we all laid on the couch and watched a movie. It was fun. Then Momma went to bed and I went with her to cuddle. EG didn’t come in there so it was just me and Momma. It rocked!
Oh, and Daisy (I think she might be Skeezix’s special friend) said Happy Birfday to me. It was so cool. Most kitties don’t want to talk to dawgs. But I’m a nice dawg. Momma says I’m really good with EG & Tz.
EG says:
I got outside last night. I made it almost three feet out the door before Dad grabbed me. Grrr. There was this white stuff all over the patio. It was cold and wet, but I still rolled on my back. Whatever. I just want to go outside.
Oh, and we got a jingle ball. It’s green and purple and I love it, but don’t tell Mom and Dad. I try to be cool about that stuff.
Tz says:
Momma came home and then went back outside. She was doing something in the driveway with a big stick that had an orange plate thing at the bottom. Everything is covered in white cold wet stuff. I got that stuff on my feet once last year. I didn’t like it. It made me really a-skeered. I jumped straight up in the air and then I ran to the edge of the house and back and then jumped straight up in the air again. I did that a bunch of times until Momma caught me during my jump and took me back in the house to safety. It was really a-skeery. Momma held me for a long time after that because I was a-skeered and shaking. Momma’s cool like that. So I don’t want nothing to do with that white stuff. I was afraid Momma would get a-skeered, too, but she had that big stick thing with her and she was muscling her way through that white stuff. When she came back in the house she had that white stuff all over her boots so me and EG took turns licking it off. It tasted ok, but it was pretty cold.
Momma got me and EG another jingle ball. We took turns playing with it, but then EG rolled it under the couch. I wasn’t ready for him to stash it in our hidey spot just yet.
Momma gave Daddy a Valentime’s Day present and guess what? It came in a big box. Momma took all the stuff out and left it out for us to play in. Me and EG put T’s new piggy and ice cream cone in it. It made Momma laugh when she woke up this morning. Momma also took tons of pictures of me in the box. Because she says I’m so cute. Hopefully she’ll help us post those pictures soon. I want everyone to see our new box. She was trying to get pictures of EG, but he wouldn’t cooperate – whatever that means.
My birfday rocked! Momma came home and sang birfday songs to me and gave me extra scratches. Then we went out and she shoveled snow and I laid on the patio and watched her. Then Daddy came home and we opened presents. I got a pink piggy that squeaks, a scary skull rope toy, a stretchy cow that has real good floppability, and a squeaky ice cream cone. Momma took lots of pictures of me and my toys. Hopefully she’ll help me post them soon.
After Momma and Daddy ate dinner, we all laid on the couch and watched a movie. It was fun. Then Momma went to bed and I went with her to cuddle. EG didn’t come in there so it was just me and Momma. It rocked!
Oh, and Daisy (I think she might be Skeezix’s special friend) said Happy Birfday to me. It was so cool. Most kitties don’t want to talk to dawgs. But I’m a nice dawg. Momma says I’m really good with EG & Tz.
EG says:
I got outside last night. I made it almost three feet out the door before Dad grabbed me. Grrr. There was this white stuff all over the patio. It was cold and wet, but I still rolled on my back. Whatever. I just want to go outside.
Oh, and we got a jingle ball. It’s green and purple and I love it, but don’t tell Mom and Dad. I try to be cool about that stuff.
Tz says:
Momma came home and then went back outside. She was doing something in the driveway with a big stick that had an orange plate thing at the bottom. Everything is covered in white cold wet stuff. I got that stuff on my feet once last year. I didn’t like it. It made me really a-skeered. I jumped straight up in the air and then I ran to the edge of the house and back and then jumped straight up in the air again. I did that a bunch of times until Momma caught me during my jump and took me back in the house to safety. It was really a-skeery. Momma held me for a long time after that because I was a-skeered and shaking. Momma’s cool like that. So I don’t want nothing to do with that white stuff. I was afraid Momma would get a-skeered, too, but she had that big stick thing with her and she was muscling her way through that white stuff. When she came back in the house she had that white stuff all over her boots so me and EG took turns licking it off. It tasted ok, but it was pretty cold.
Momma got me and EG another jingle ball. We took turns playing with it, but then EG rolled it under the couch. I wasn’t ready for him to stash it in our hidey spot just yet.
Momma gave Daddy a Valentime’s Day present and guess what? It came in a big box. Momma took all the stuff out and left it out for us to play in. Me and EG put T’s new piggy and ice cream cone in it. It made Momma laugh when she woke up this morning. Momma also took tons of pictures of me in the box. Because she says I’m so cute. Hopefully she’ll help us post those pictures soon. I want everyone to see our new box. She was trying to get pictures of EG, but he wouldn’t cooperate – whatever that means.
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