OT: Icky story don’t read if skweemish: Gah! the 1/2 tennis ball sized “bubble” on Jojo’s side opened up while I was at work. Now he has a nickle sized hole and a tiny other hole there. Glad he was outside when this happened but this is the end of the “letting the bullies outside” experiment. Vet appointment wasn’t till tomorrow but he’s keeping it clean and I’m not messing with it at all. He was pist this morning-he can haz NO outside.
Also OT: and sad and a little whiny-but it’s ok peeps, I’m ok-really. I found out Thursday that Tess had cancer-she had stopped eating Wednesday. There was a mass by her liver and spleen and those organs were enlarged, also her abdomen was full of fluid. Reading on interweb, it all looked like grim news so I said “Stop-no blood work and no ultrasound”. I had to go to Cornell to pick up a porcupine on Friday so I made arrangements at their Companion Animal ED to send her over the bridge. They said they are studying this kind of cancer and I was happy to donate her body for study. That is why I decided to take her there (also no vet at my usual clinic-there never is when one of my pets crash-they have stinky timing). I was with her and they gave me a clay imprint of her paw. Down to one dog now-crazy Sadie Clayton who BTW while I was gone got out the cheap useless screen door on the new catio and went to hang out at the trailer park (who now call her their mascot). My neighbor that walks the dogs had her when I got home. That is Tess as my aviator.
BTW-she wouldn’t eat her food but before we left for Cornell when I wasn’t paying attention the cats pushed a full container of cat treats ($7.50 worth) onto the floor and Tess ate the whole thing! nice last meal, I couldn’t be mad.
Oh Mary, hugs from across teh lakes. Tess hadda gud last meal, adn mebbee she will halp Cornell save fyoochurr pups.
PeeEss: Ai kinda hadda laff at “I had to go to Cornell to pick up a porcupine”. That’s nawt sumthing Ai get to reed ebbry day. And yet Ai nod, as if tihs iz just purrfekly normal.
You can be okay but I can still gibs you teh hugs. Even when you unnerstand and accept, and even wif a houseful still to keep you berryberryberry busy, can still be sad. I had a glad mebbe she can still help other goggies inna future.
Sendin play-inna-sunnybeems wishes to Tess, and lubs to you. {{{{{{{maryqos}}}}}}}
Dat’s mutsh moar ufn!
“Hehe, dat wun am daonsied up!”
Conga-gaemerkittehs Anni!
Thx. JK!
Ai spoze Ai shud stir mai stumps an go pai teh paper shop. Iz it bedtiem yet?
concentration kitteh is konsentrated.
OT: Icky story don’t read if skweemish: Gah! the 1/2 tennis ball sized “bubble” on Jojo’s side opened up while I was at work. Now he has a nickle sized hole and a tiny other hole there. Glad he was outside when this happened but this is the end of the “letting the bullies outside” experiment. Vet appointment wasn’t till tomorrow but he’s keeping it clean and I’m not messing with it at all. He was pist this morning-he can haz NO outside.
Also, I has a hoping he be okay. Naughty boy, behavin badly outside and gettin in fites.
Also OT: and sad and a little whiny-but it’s ok peeps, I’m ok-really. I found out Thursday that Tess had cancer-she had stopped eating Wednesday. There was a mass by her liver and spleen and those organs were enlarged, also her abdomen was full of fluid. Reading on interweb, it all looked like grim news so I said “Stop-no blood work and no ultrasound”. I had to go to Cornell to pick up a porcupine on Friday so I made arrangements at their Companion Animal ED to send her over the bridge. They said they are studying this kind of cancer and I was happy to donate her body for study. That is why I decided to take her there (also no vet at my usual clinic-there never is when one of my pets crash-they have stinky timing). I was with her and they gave me a clay imprint of her paw. Down to one dog now-crazy Sadie Clayton who BTW while I was gone got out the cheap useless screen door on the new catio and went to hang out at the trailer park (who now call her their mascot). My neighbor that walks the dogs had her when I got home. That is Tess as my aviator.
BTW-she wouldn’t eat her food but before we left for Cornell when I wasn’t paying attention the cats pushed a full container of cat treats ($7.50 worth) onto the floor and Tess ate the whole thing! nice last meal, I couldn’t be mad.
Oh Mary, hugs from across teh lakes. Tess hadda gud last meal, adn mebbee she will halp Cornell save fyoochurr pups.
PeeEss: Ai kinda hadda laff at “I had to go to Cornell to pick up a porcupine”. That’s nawt sumthing Ai get to reed ebbry day. And yet Ai nod, as if tihs iz just purrfekly normal.
I… akshully didnawt even think about teh porkypine thing. I guess it has just become such a ordinary thing when it are Mary…
LOL ai had that reakshin from others alsewtewaswell.
You can be okay but I can still gibs you teh hugs. Even when you unnerstand and accept, and even wif a houseful still to keep you berryberryberry busy, can still be sad. I had a glad mebbe she can still help other goggies inna future.
Sendin play-inna-sunnybeems wishes to Tess, and lubs to you. {{{{{{{maryqos}}}}}}}
thanks peeps!