Tummy Tuesday

It's been pretty hectic at the house of the Furry Kids for the last few days, so I'm going to post one of Momma's favorite pictures of me. I'm taking a little nap on my Daddy.

In other Tummy news, Titus' tummy has been feeling a little sick. Momma thinks he ate a bunch of kitty box crunchies again, because he ralphed and has the squirts. Momma made him some chicken and rice and told him to get better or else he has to go to the V-E-T. She also ordered a super duper baby gate for the litterbox room so he won't be able to get in there at all now. He's not going to like that.

I'm sorry we haven't been able to visit everyone's bloggies lately. We'll catch up very soon.

Love,

Tazo

Earl Grey Update - Tuesday Edition #78131354

Tazo here:

Momma’s still wiped out, so I’m taking over as reporter again today. Earl Grey came home last night. The V-E-T said he was a really good patient. He has three different kinds of pills (antibiotic, pepcid, and a pain medicine), plus eye drops. He has to be a cone head until he gets his stitches taken out. He has special kibble to eat and he gets 5-7 pieces of kibble every two hours for the next day or so. Then he can work up to eating more after that. Momma can slowly start adding his regular kibble back in later in the week. The V-E-T tech said they were laffin’ and laffin’ (thanks, Jeter!) at him because when they first let him have food they gave him a few pieces of kibble and some stinky goodness because they didn’t know which one he would eat. They said that he took his paw and swiped the stinky goodness into his water bowl and chowed down on the kibble. I think I probably would've gone for the stinky goodness. We don't get that at home.

He has to stay in Titus’ old prison box. Momma was planning on keeping him in the bathroom, but the V-E-T said that it would be too tempting for him to jump on stuff and he can’t jump around just yet. Momma got the crate all sterile and put a litter box in there and a blankie and a water bowl. I checked it out and it seems pretty comfy. I might move in for a few days after he’s done living there. Momma also got him some disposable litter boxes and she put the extras in the laundry room. They make a really comfy bed. I took a nap in them last night.

EG's got a good appetite and he’s drinking his water. He did have the squirts last night a couple of times. The V-E-T said that a couple of times is ok, but if he still has them today he needs to get looked at again. He was naughty and jumped up on the piano two times last night even though he wasn’t supposed to. Momma couldn’t stop him because she was up to her elbows in his stinky poo. Hee hee

Somehow this morning before Momma got up, he untied his e-collar and took it off. Momma and Daddy had to chase him down and get it back on him. Then while they had a hold of him, they put in his eye drops. Momma said she shouldn’t have to do that kind of stuff before she has her morning coffee. She also said she’s going to call the V-E-T and see if her and EG can camp out in the waiting room for the next week so they can help her with EG’s medicines.

EG smells real funny, but I haven’t growled at him or even hissed. Momma said she was proud of me for being such a good girl. But what she doesn’t know is that I’d be a-hissin’ and a-growlin’ at him if he wasn’t in that giant prison box. Heh heh

That’s about it for now. Momma thinks that EG is going to have to go to work with her at the end of the week. She thinks he’ll be feeling better by then and need lots of supervision. Her boss said that he’s got a prison box EG can borrow so she doesn’t have to haul T’s prison box back and forth.

Love,
Tazo

PS – T is doing much better. He’s had some huuuuuge poops, but other than that he’s back to normal. He’ll be back to blogging soon. Man, being the only healthy furry kid in the house is a huge responsibility. I think I’m going to take a snooze now.

PS2 - I told Momma we should've waited to post EG's pics til today, so we could participate in Tummy Tuesday.

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 a kitty 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.