Cat Scrubs
Addison is out of surgery now. Supposed to come home on Friday. Which, of course, is the day we're leaving for Evansville.
I should probably start over.
Addison started horking up his lungs a couple of days ago. After running the SpotBot eight times or so, I called the vet. They gave me the equivalent of kitty laxative and some antibiotics, seeing as his blood count was a little off and he was running a fever. He came home and then blorked up the meds.
We'd been racking our brains as to what he could have gotten into (no pesticides, no ribbons...what COULD he have gotten? String?) and I finally tumble to the fact that there's a piece of foam he'd been chewing on. Addison has an absolute LOVE AFFAIR with foam.
I got the kids these little, magnetic foam blocks that stick together and you build castles and crap like that. Addison adores the blocks, and chews them to absolute pieces, swallows them, and horks them back up again. He'll even sneak in while you're building with the blocks and try to swipe one when you're not looking. This is definitely a thing for him.
About a year ago, we got sick of the cat trying to eat the blocks and of the kids not picking up the blocks, so I gathered them all up and swept them into a big freezer bag, which then went to sit on the top shelf of my closet.
Well...it would seem that Addison found one. And chewed it. To bits. The only way he could have gotten one has to be from David's closet. Once we redid the closet and put the shelves in, I bet we shook the block loose from its hiding place, allowing Addison to find it a couple of weeks later.
So I got an identical whole block from the bag, and took the chewed piece and the cat back to the vet. We were all willing to bet we knew his problem now.
The did a barium swallow and took X-rays and indeed the idiot seemed to have an intestinal blockage. The only to get that out, of course, is to slice him open and dig around in there and cut it out.
He got out of surgery around noon. He seems to be groggy, but fine. We'll be on payment plans for months to come. ("Kids, I'd like you to consider Addison to be your Christmas present this year. And Passover. And Easter. For about the next two years.") To say that Doug is ballistic is understating it. Not unwarranted, seeing as this is our second major surgery for the same *(^%! cat AND Sasha decided a week's stay at the Cat Spa would improve his health. EVERYBODY CAN NOW STOP IT!!!
So now we're supposed to head to E'ville on Friday, the same day at the cat gets back. The only saving grace here is that the vet tech is actually slated to be our catsitter while we're gone. I offered letting Doug and the kids go for Xmas so that I could stay home with the cat, but this was quickly struck down as Not Possible. I'm still debating on that. Depends on how well Addison's doing before I totally decide.
You want a cat?
I should probably start over.
Addison started horking up his lungs a couple of days ago. After running the SpotBot eight times or so, I called the vet. They gave me the equivalent of kitty laxative and some antibiotics, seeing as his blood count was a little off and he was running a fever. He came home and then blorked up the meds.
We'd been racking our brains as to what he could have gotten into (no pesticides, no ribbons...what COULD he have gotten? String?) and I finally tumble to the fact that there's a piece of foam he'd been chewing on. Addison has an absolute LOVE AFFAIR with foam.I got the kids these little, magnetic foam blocks that stick together and you build castles and crap like that. Addison adores the blocks, and chews them to absolute pieces, swallows them, and horks them back up again. He'll even sneak in while you're building with the blocks and try to swipe one when you're not looking. This is definitely a thing for him.
About a year ago, we got sick of the cat trying to eat the blocks and of the kids not picking up the blocks, so I gathered them all up and swept them into a big freezer bag, which then went to sit on the top shelf of my closet.
Well...it would seem that Addison found one. And chewed it. To bits. The only way he could have gotten one has to be from David's closet. Once we redid the closet and put the shelves in, I bet we shook the block loose from its hiding place, allowing Addison to find it a couple of weeks later.
So I got an identical whole block from the bag, and took the chewed piece and the cat back to the vet. We were all willing to bet we knew his problem now.
The did a barium swallow and took X-rays and indeed the idiot seemed to have an intestinal blockage. The only to get that out, of course, is to slice him open and dig around in there and cut it out.
He got out of surgery around noon. He seems to be groggy, but fine. We'll be on payment plans for months to come. ("Kids, I'd like you to consider Addison to be your Christmas present this year. And Passover. And Easter. For about the next two years.") To say that Doug is ballistic is understating it. Not unwarranted, seeing as this is our second major surgery for the same *(^%! cat AND Sasha decided a week's stay at the Cat Spa would improve his health. EVERYBODY CAN NOW STOP IT!!!
So now we're supposed to head to E'ville on Friday, the same day at the cat gets back. The only saving grace here is that the vet tech is actually slated to be our catsitter while we're gone. I offered letting Doug and the kids go for Xmas so that I could stay home with the cat, but this was quickly struck down as Not Possible. I'm still debating on that. Depends on how well Addison's doing before I totally decide.
You want a cat?
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