Tranquil

It's Sweetnesday, and The Swee Wee is quietly enjoying Spring.

Actually for her, the seasons are all the same, except windows are opened more often when the temperatures are higher.

At her recent veterinary visit, she'd gained a smidge of weight, we decided to try Gabapentin, and a lump was discovered between her shoulder blades.

The vet's staff will avoid giving any injections in that area, hoping it's a reaction to past jabs, and may not increase.

We are hoping it's nothing, and will simply pamper her as much as she allows.

Am determined to remain hopeful, and as tranquil as she is.

Well, except between say 2 and 4 am most mornings, when she must make sure some human is paying attention to her enough to lull her back to sleep.

Am happy to be a comfort.

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Just Don't!

It's Sweetnesday, but Queen Swee Wee isn't always the most photogenic when she's in a mood: 

Grumpy

Doesn't like when her human cat bed moves or speaks.

Just plain NOPE!

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Having a bit of a difficult time getting her to eat in the past few days.

However, I mix her appetite stimulant into her food, and if she won't eat her meal...well, that's the conundrum.

The Hubby and I plan to carefully catalog what canned food she eats or turns away from, so I don't keep giving her what she doesn't like.

Despite this little set-back, we are very stubborn and will get yummy gushy 'fud' into our little old lady kitty!

And today, with it's 10 degree F windchill, makes me so very glad that she's asleep in her heated Sweetie Spa, with sunshine pouring in the window.

She'll never have to brave bad weather again.

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Tiny Bubbles

It's Sweetnesday!

Rare occurrence: allowing me to hold her paw.

Bed hog.

What a funny face!

She has a new nickname, courtesy of The Hubby: Tiny Bubbles.

Sweetie is so wee compared to Da Boyz, one cannot help but marvel at her diminutive size.

We've had limited success with the appetite stimulant; will continue to tweak our delivery method.

New to the Sweetie Health program: Omega-3 oil, to assist her kidneys.

So far, so good with that.

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Speckled

It's Sweetnesday!

Our Miss Growly Pants may be a housepanther, yet she's speckled with fine white hairs all over.

Her paws and legs.

Her chest (that's dusty fuzz on her face!)

Her whiskers really shine in the sun.

Sweetie received her sixth Solensia injection last week, along with a six-month check-up.

She'd lost some weight, and mention of her usual morning bomit sessions caused the veterinarian to take blood and urine samples (no results yet), and prescribed an appetite stimulant.  

Afraid of over-stimulating to the point of being kept up all night while Sweetie begs for food, we crushed up 1/4 of one wee pill, and I dust in only a few grains into her food.

It works; she eats up her meals lickety-split!

Here's hoping her next weigh-in will read over 7 lbs.

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"Okay, maybe I'll take a taste..."

Angel's bowl at the top, Chucky snacked at the bottom bowl

Angel ate a little...

The Hubby had ceased giving Angel her holistic vitamins about a week ago, because she put up too much of a fight in the pilling process.  We were figuring out how to get into each cat their respective vitamin load, when Angel stopped eating on Sunday.  So last night, he scooped her up and stuffed her pills in as he'd done prior.  What could it hurt?

And voila!  This morning, both Chuck AND Angel danced around the kitchen, as I opened cans and made up their bowls.  Angel ate some...not a lot...but more than before.  Cannot really credit the vitamins as being the key, but she showed that she has an appetite.  I am NOT reeling back my desire to get her to the veterinarian, until I see some stronger indication that she is back to 100%.  However, things seem less dire than they did yesterday.  Thanks to everyone for your support!

WARNING!  RANT AHEAD!  YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!!

Chuck takes three meds for his heart, and two meds for his intestines.  His original veterinarian put him on the intestinal meds, especially budesonide.  It's a mild steroid to keep inflammation down. I took Chuck to this same doc when he had his first 'running-'round-the-house-pooping-and-peeing-and-barfing' incident, and she said he needed a heart specialist.  That was in July, 2015.  Fast forward to today, when I called her office to ask for a couple of budesonide capsules, since refilling that prescription got ignored until too late...100% my fault.  SHE WOULDN'T DO IT, saying that she hadn't seem him in over a year (July 14, 2015 to August 10, 2016?!), and that her office had faxed his health history to two other offices (heart doc and holistic vet, as supplemental to regular vet).  She said that if I made an appointment today, then she would be happy to make the prescription, once she had actually seen the cat.  The vet said that this is all STATE LICENSING REGULATIONS.

Oh really?  For two or three little capsules of cat steroid that she has already prescribed?  For a client of about ten years AND two cats worth of visits?  A year?  This stinks to high heaven, and The Hubby concurs. Thanks alot, so nice of you to help, but you've just lost us as our primary cat veterinarian. I understand following rules, but seriously, what rule would be broken, to refill a script that is already on record?  Hey, I take responsibility for creating this mess in the first place, but a little assistance from the vet's office that I've spent a lot of money at AND have referred several other patients...well, screw you.  And screw me, for having stuck with you all of these years.

"I'm NOT Hungry!"

"Nope, not one bite!"

Mysteriously, Angel stopped eating Sunday.  She didn't have more than a lick or two on Monday either.  This is very odd, since she is always the one to find food or beg for more.

Of course, I am in panic mode.  The Hubby, however, has a cool refusal to get freaked out.  He has the patience of saint!  Everything that I've read says a cat must have water, or else bad things start happening. Most cats get water from their food, and Angel is no exception. The fact that she was listless and wouldn't even walk over to her food bowl is so contrary to her usual self.  My hand was hovering over the phone, ready to call the veterinarian.  I even smeared some food on her front paw, to get her to lick it off and maybe rekindle her appetite.  She licked, but then napped.

This morning, I woke early to seek her out.  Angel was more lively, and even fought off one of my clinches!  There was litterbox evidence that her system is going what it should.  When I left for work a few hours ago, she still hadn't eaten anything, but she at least approached the bowls to sniff. We haven't called the vet's office yet, as The Hubby promised to find some way of tempting her to eat more, with tuna or catnip or treats during the day today.  I have asked him to call me with updates.

She could have a hairball, or managed to eat a bug that is making her feel sick.  It's been seasonably warm, so it can't be the heat even though we do not have central air conditioning.  My line in the sand is tonight; she eats or we visit the doc on Wednesday.

The Hubby and I have been so laser-focused on Chucky's intestinal issues; watching him as if he were a ticking cat bomb, waiting to explode!  And he does explode, by running around the house then finding a corner to hide in. But we noticed Angel's lack of enthusiasm right away; we rarely EVER have to pick up a bowl with food still in it with Angel around!

Addendum!  The Hubby just called, said there has been no change in the cat situation, since he was out of the house running errands.  Now he plans to work on enticing Angel to eat something.  AND THEN he had the nerve to call me a CAT HELICOPTER MOM!  Well...yeah....duh!