EG has been home for two days and I got to tell you, he stinks. He stinks bad like v-e-t. So I've been hissing and growling and whapping him on the head every time he gets near me. That is all.
In other news, I heard Mama telling Daddy that when she was on the phone with the v-e-t the other day, the techs were taking EG's IV out and he was screaming. Dr G said, "He doesn't really care to be restrained." MOL! So he'd like you to think that it was that Muffin dawg who was screaming like a little girl. But really? It was him. MOL!MOL!MOL!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Mancat Monday
Doooooods. What a weekend! So in case you hadn't heard, I hadded to go to the hospital. It was not that mancatly. They stoled my bloods and shaved my luxurious furs and stuck me with needles and poked at my belly constantly. They covered me with goopy stuff and stinky stuff and I had to wear a cone of shame. They examined my pee and my poops. But they didn't stick anything in my Spot #13. Check this out, doods - their thermometer goes in your ear and only takes one second! No thermometers went where they REALLY don't belong, if you know what I mean. I didn't really like it in my ear, but The Mom was scritching my chin and the whole thing was over before I knew it. You know, like in one second.
So the v-e-t said that they found paper and plastic and a 4" piece of string in my poop. And that was what was making my belleh so hurty. The Mom asked to see it because she wanted to know what the paw I ate - she can account for the plastic (Tazo scored us a package of homemade cookies in the middle of the night on Tuesday and we split the cookies and she let me have the plastic wrap since she doesn't think it tastes good), but she has no idea what the paper and string would be from since string is banned from our house and I'm not really a paper eater. But they had "disposed" of that poop by the time she got up there. Doods, she's a weirdo. Between her and the v-e-ts and the techs, I don't think I've ever met a group of beans so interested in kitteh poops. They don't think there's anything bad left in there, but The Mom is watching me like a hawk for the next few days. She's hovering like crazy. I can't wait for her to go back to work tomorrow so me and Dad can get back to our regular bizness. He doesn't hover nearly as much as she does. He's pretty mancatly like that.
Anyway, I had to spend two nights there. Everybody was really nice, but it was eggshausting. There's always stuff going on there and it requires a ton of snoopervision. Plus, there was a dawg in the crate next to mine who would not shut up. She whined and howled and made a nuisance of herself the whole time. The techs would tell her, "Muffin, you can't eat yet." and "Muffin, it's not time for a snack." And I'm thinking, "Give that Muffin a snack and shut her up." Doods, I'm not used to yappy dawgs. Those delicious, pink ears at my house are always super duper quiet. After all that yapping, I have so many naps to catch up on now that I'm home.
The food there was terrible. The stinky goodness they tried to give me? Not nommy. Not nommy at all. I'm pretty sure they were trying to poison me. Dad brought me a big bowl of boiled chicken and rice on Saturday and he brought my plate from home. I nommed that snack right up. The v-e-t's kibble was ok - I ate a little bit, but I can't wait to get back to my own kibble.
The v-e-t techs that The Mom talked to all said that I was very mancatly. Rumor has it that I screamed like a little girl when they were removing my IV yesterday, but that's just not true. A mancat would never scream like a little girl in a situation like that. I think it was Muffin, that yappy dawg next to me. Yeah, that's it. It was Muffin.
So I guess you're not supposed to eat cookies and the plastic that they come in. And I guess garbage bags aren't meant for nomming either. And I feel a little bit bad that Dad and The Mom were so worried about me. I have to take pills for a week, but I get to eat boiled chicken and rice for two whole days before I get weaned back on my own foods.
We here at Casa de Furry Kids would really like that thank everybody for all the purrs and purrayers and good thoughts. It means a lot to us - The Mom is still getting leaky eyes when she reads the comments on our bloggie. Furkids that we've never met stopped by to give us some love and purrs. We'll be stopping by to thank you guys. The Cat Blogosphere is the best! And I'd really like to send special thanks to KC for posting my story on Saturday morning and getting the word out. She works super hard and we just want her to know how much we appreciate all she does.
So the v-e-t said that they found paper and plastic and a 4" piece of string in my poop. And that was what was making my belleh so hurty. The Mom asked to see it because she wanted to know what the paw I ate - she can account for the plastic (Tazo scored us a package of homemade cookies in the middle of the night on Tuesday and we split the cookies and she let me have the plastic wrap since she doesn't think it tastes good), but she has no idea what the paper and string would be from since string is banned from our house and I'm not really a paper eater. But they had "disposed" of that poop by the time she got up there. Doods, she's a weirdo. Between her and the v-e-ts and the techs, I don't think I've ever met a group of beans so interested in kitteh poops. They don't think there's anything bad left in there, but The Mom is watching me like a hawk for the next few days. She's hovering like crazy. I can't wait for her to go back to work tomorrow so me and Dad can get back to our regular bizness. He doesn't hover nearly as much as she does. He's pretty mancatly like that.
Anyway, I had to spend two nights there. Everybody was really nice, but it was eggshausting. There's always stuff going on there and it requires a ton of snoopervision. Plus, there was a dawg in the crate next to mine who would not shut up. She whined and howled and made a nuisance of herself the whole time. The techs would tell her, "Muffin, you can't eat yet." and "Muffin, it's not time for a snack." And I'm thinking, "Give that Muffin a snack and shut her up." Doods, I'm not used to yappy dawgs. Those delicious, pink ears at my house are always super duper quiet. After all that yapping, I have so many naps to catch up on now that I'm home.
The food there was terrible. The stinky goodness they tried to give me? Not nommy. Not nommy at all. I'm pretty sure they were trying to poison me. Dad brought me a big bowl of boiled chicken and rice on Saturday and he brought my plate from home. I nommed that snack right up. The v-e-t's kibble was ok - I ate a little bit, but I can't wait to get back to my own kibble.
The v-e-t techs that The Mom talked to all said that I was very mancatly. Rumor has it that I screamed like a little girl when they were removing my IV yesterday, but that's just not true. A mancat would never scream like a little girl in a situation like that. I think it was Muffin, that yappy dawg next to me. Yeah, that's it. It was Muffin.
So I guess you're not supposed to eat cookies and the plastic that they come in. And I guess garbage bags aren't meant for nomming either. And I feel a little bit bad that Dad and The Mom were so worried about me. I have to take pills for a week, but I get to eat boiled chicken and rice for two whole days before I get weaned back on my own foods.
We here at Casa de Furry Kids would really like that thank everybody for all the purrs and purrayers and good thoughts. It means a lot to us - The Mom is still getting leaky eyes when she reads the comments on our bloggie. Furkids that we've never met stopped by to give us some love and purrs. We'll be stopping by to thank you guys. The Cat Blogosphere is the best! And I'd really like to send special thanks to KC for posting my story on Saturday morning and getting the word out. She works super hard and we just want her to know how much we appreciate all she does.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Celebratin' on Sunday
The Mom here. EG is home!!!
The v-e-t called this morning. EG had no pukes overnight. He also pooped out a bunch of paper, plastic, and 4" piece of string at 4 am. She said that the test for pancreatitis and the urinalysis were normal. He also didn't have any tummy pain when she examined him this morning. Since he was doing so well, he got to come home. He's on a bland diet for two days and he has to take an antibiotic and pepcid for a week.
I'm pretty sure he'll have lots more to tell you guys later. For now, he's chillaxing on his purr pad and trying to groom the v-e-t stink off his furs.
Thank you all so much for the love and purrs and purrayers. It means so much to us to have such wonderful, caring furriends.
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The v-e-t called this morning. EG had no pukes overnight. He also pooped out a bunch of paper, plastic, and 4" piece of string at 4 am. She said that the test for pancreatitis and the urinalysis were normal. He also didn't have any tummy pain when she examined him this morning. Since he was doing so well, he got to come home. He's on a bland diet for two days and he has to take an antibiotic and pepcid for a week.
I'm pretty sure he'll have lots more to tell you guys later. For now, he's chillaxing on his purr pad and trying to groom the v-e-t stink off his furs.
Thank you all so much for the love and purrs and purrayers. It means so much to us to have such wonderful, caring furriends.
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Saturday Afternoon EG Update
The Mom here: I talked to the vet around 230 this afternoon. The ultrasound showed improvement in the stomach/upper part of his intestine (where it looked bad yesterday). However, it showed that there's a distended area farther down in the intestine. So whatever it is has moved, though very slowly. The next step is to feed him & see if he vomits. If he eats & then pukes, he gets surgery because there's a blockage. They offered him food & the v-e-t said " he wanted nothing to do with it." The Dad took some chicken & rice up there (along with EG's own plate) a little while ago. He chowed down about 2 tablespoons and was acting lots better. The tech asked if they could keep the food that he took up there and while she was asking, EG was trying to stick his head in the bowl. hehe So now we wait and see if he pukes.
Here's a pic of him having a snack.
And doing some snoopervising.
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Here's a pic of him having a snack.
And doing some snoopervising.
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The Mom here. Thank you all so much for the purrs and purrayers and love. It means a lot. I talked to the vet a bit ago. EG's been peeing and has pooped once (and it looked normal). No puke so he hasn't puked in over 24 hrs. She said that he wasn't painful when she palpated his abdomen this morning & she said she cranked on him pretty well (yesterday's exam really hurt him - I watched it :( ). She said it could be bc of the pain meds also (he's pretty doped up), but she's taking that as a good sign. He's on the schedule for an ultrasound today. She didn't know when it would be bc they're really backed up with scheduled appointments, but she'll call me when she gets that report. They're also doing tests for pancreatitis (to rule that out since he's not a cut & dried obstruction case at the moment) & a urinalysis (bc yesterdays ultrasound showed some debris in his bladder - which could mean infection or crystals or even nothing at this point). So it'll be a few hours before we know anything else. I'll update again when we hear something. Thank you again for the thoughts/prayers. The blogosphere is the best!
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Friday, January 14, 2011
Froot Bat Friday
Sorry for the late edition of Froot Bat Friday. We've had a rough week here at Casa de Furry Kids. EG puked up some plastic on Wednesday night and then kept puking. Mom took him to the v-e-t on Thursday morning and he seemed to be doing better. But then he quit eating and starting puking again on Thursday night. So him and Mom wented to the emergency v-e-t early this morning. They kept him because he was super dehydrated and had some tummy pain when they poked at his belly. They did an ultrasound this afternoon and it was "suspicious." Like maybe he has another obstruction. Or maybe his tummy is just super angry from the plastic and the puking. So he has to spend the night and get more fluids and then get more tests done tomorrow to see if his guts are doing what they're supposed to. So Mom and Dad are pretty worried and I spent most of today just like in the picture - hanging out with Mom and letting her lay her head on my 'tocks. I don't really like it when she does that, but I let her because it seems to make her feel better.
I really hope you guys have a great weekend. If you have a minute and wouldn't mind, would you please send some woofs or purrs or light EG's way? He could really use it right about now. I hate that he picks on me and chomps my delicious pink ears, but I don't want anything to happen to him. Mom promises that she'll update our bloggie as she finds stuff out.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
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