Finally...Friday!

Chucky and I were wearing matching bandages on Wednesday; his for the sore spot on his tail, and me due to an accidental meeting of my finger with a sharp-edged aluminum foil food lid.

I am much better today, and The Hubby removed Chuck's tail wrapping last night.  The red rash at the bloodletting spot was still there, however after four days of being smeared with first-aid cream and then made impenetrable to licks and bites, we felt it was time to let it breathe in the fresh air.  After a short time, Chucky appeared to ignore the spot, so hopefully it will remain okay and heal up on it's own.  We have a veterinarian appointment next week, in case it really needs more care.

These bandages were purchased at Ikea, and they worked nicely for me.  I'm sure Chuck has a completely different opinion.  I was weirdly giddy to be sharing fashion details with my cat!

Sad day for my co-worker; his dog of fifteen years succumbed to illness yesterday.   And it's rather cold and rainy, and my week of work after vacation has taken a lot of out of me.  Bring on the weekend!  Have fun, my friends!

A Tail of Woe

Chuck's visit to the veterinarian on Saturday, March 18 didn't go as well as we'd hoped.  Although his blood pressure and the stuff that she measured in his actual blood was okay, the vet said that his radiograph still shows a shadow on his lung.  Could still be fluid, so she gave us Spironolactone in addition to the Lasix.  Or, it could be something else.  We go back on Saturday, April 8 to see what we can see.

Since I was away last week, The Hubby was in charge and he scooped the litter boxes and doled out food to all cats.  However, the spot where they drew blood from Chuck on his tail turned red and raw.

Blurry, but you can see the little nekkid spot on his tail

The last time they shaved his tail, we called him "Chucky Two-Butts"!

The Hubby was glad when I was home again, because he had decided that we could do a bit of veterinary doctoring ourselves, with some triple-antibiotic cream and a good wrap-job so Chuck couldn't lick.  The Hubby was going to do the first-aid, while I held the cat.

There are no photos of the ensuing chaos; just suffice it to say that Chuck had a very poor opinion of our bedside manners, and in the end The Hubby held the cat while I wrapped the tail after a bit more shaving.  The results weren't half-bad.

Chucky was more upset with the doctoring, than the bandage

I received the Back Of Disdain for only a moment

Chuck didn't seem to care much about it, after the dust had settled

I also dug out the Elizabethan collar that we've had in the cabinet since Angel was spayed back in 2004.  The Hubby and Chuck talked while I was out of the room, and came to an agreement about the bandage, meaning "don't lick or you'll get The Cone Of Shame".  Tonight, we'll take the wrap off and see if our efforts were helpful.  Chuck did not lick at it before I went to bed.

I will note that Chuck has put on some weight, so perhaps the Spironolactone is helping.  Or he likes The Hubby's feeding methods.  All of our collective fingers and toes are crossed, that it's only fluid that is now gone, and he will be as right as rain for a long, long while, just like his long tailio...tail of woe!

P.S. You want to see another long tailio, go visit Elliott at William of Mass Destruction!

P.S.S. I promise to visit all of your blogs and comment, just as soon as I catch my breath!  Had a lovely vacation, which included lots of cat things, family things, and self-pampering things!  I'll post on all this week.