The cats are much better, thanks
Feb. 13th, 2006 03:14 pmThere's been significant improvement since that last post.
Goodman, for his part, is almost completely recovered from his enteritis, and is wandering around the house shouting for food in the traditional manner. The racket is surprising after a few days of relative quiet.
Meanwhile, Squeak was taken off to the vet on Saturday, and was remarkably well behaved for a cat who was plainly in a lot of pain. They knocked him out and drained the abscess, which apparently had enough fibrotic tissue at the bottom of it to suggest that it had been there for possibly as long as a couple of weeks before it started to get acute. Squeaky now looks extremely peculiar, with a big shaved patch on his side, and all painted up with colloidal silver: but he's a lot happier with life.
The vet looked at us rather strangely when we immediately removed the celluloid collar that they'd put on him to keep him from pulling the stitches out. But, as I'd thought, Squeak is paying them no attention whatever -- he's much too busy catching up on his sleeping and eating. He quickly got back into his normal operating mode -- only spending a little more time than usual, immediately post-op, growling at the other cats and whacking them if they got too close to him -- and is now alternating long periods of relaxation with the usual evening
beating-of-the-bounds, carefully re-spraying the boundaries of his territory.
What a cat.
So things are getting back to normal, and I can now return to (a) finishing this YW short story and (b) whacking our producers' website into shape with some needed changes before the tradeshow season begins.
(BTW, the short story has been producing some strange fallout. Suddenly we seem to have a chocolate-oriented shop at CafePress. YW fans will understand what I mean when I say that I blame Carmela for all of this.)
Goodman, for his part, is almost completely recovered from his enteritis, and is wandering around the house shouting for food in the traditional manner. The racket is surprising after a few days of relative quiet.
Meanwhile, Squeak was taken off to the vet on Saturday, and was remarkably well behaved for a cat who was plainly in a lot of pain. They knocked him out and drained the abscess, which apparently had enough fibrotic tissue at the bottom of it to suggest that it had been there for possibly as long as a couple of weeks before it started to get acute. Squeaky now looks extremely peculiar, with a big shaved patch on his side, and all painted up with colloidal silver: but he's a lot happier with life.
The vet looked at us rather strangely when we immediately removed the celluloid collar that they'd put on him to keep him from pulling the stitches out. But, as I'd thought, Squeak is paying them no attention whatever -- he's much too busy catching up on his sleeping and eating. He quickly got back into his normal operating mode -- only spending a little more time than usual, immediately post-op, growling at the other cats and whacking them if they got too close to him -- and is now alternating long periods of relaxation with the usual evening
What a cat.
So things are getting back to normal, and I can now return to (a) finishing this YW short story and (b) whacking our producers' website into shape with some needed changes before the tradeshow season begins.
(BTW, the short story has been producing some strange fallout. Suddenly we seem to have a chocolate-oriented shop at CafePress. YW fans will understand what I mean when I say that I blame Carmela for all of this.)
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Date: 2006-02-13 03:39 pm (UTC)The cat was very well behaved. My husband, however, slid down the wall with a gentle thump, having fainted dead away.
Since that time, I've handled the cat-related medical problems, and I never did hear the end of it from the vet...
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Date: 2006-02-13 04:00 pm (UTC)And why blame Carmela - she got it right... ;) "The final frontier"... :))) On the other hand, that's why we usually blame people - when they get things right... )
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Date: 2006-02-13 04:05 pm (UTC)I miss having outdoor cats, my parents first cat Markie was the first and last of our outdoor cats. Everything's too built up enough now for it to be safe outside, people drive too fast, and just don't care. Markie used to get away with lying in the middle of the street, and neighbors would just pull up to him and wait for him to get up and walk away. Now they'd just keep driving.
I've noticed, if the number of cats in a household is greater than the number of humans, they will act distinctly more feline, with numbers reversed, they will tend to act more like the humans they live with. That realization is a dark road to go down though, I just might end up being the crazy old man with a house full of cats. I'm sure my wife would love that.
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Date: 2006-02-17 08:08 am (UTC)Most pleasing...
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Date: 2006-02-14 10:10 am (UTC)Please tell me when I can use some of those images for LJ icons. I'm in desperate need of chocolate right now and all I have are carrots.
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Date: 2006-02-14 02:56 pm (UTC)The one for today on the main weblog, though, I tweaked a little, as the small lettering didn't render well at 100x100:
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Date: 2006-02-14 03:22 pm (UTC)