Both Panic and Shimmer are in heat. Normally, this wouldn’t happen here. I would have spayed these two long before they entered their first estrus. But with the “virus of undetermined origin” and the flare-ups of the calicivirus in the kittens, I couldn’t keep the spay appointments that were made.

The girls are up in seclusion and not very happy about it. The boys are lined up at the door, prompted by the “come hither” scent both girls are producing. Even though there isn’t a tomcat in my bunch, there is still a potential for the girls to be injured during a faux mating process. I have already pulled off Oliver, Chappy, and Charlie from Shimmer several times.

I’ll go later and get some Feliway replacements and start burning those to tone down the hormone levels here.

Mike is going to see the pulmonologist today. Maybe we will finally find out why he has been coughing and wheezing over three years now? I sure hope so. He is making noises like he doesn’t want to do any kind of treatment for this cancer. I know him well enough to understand he’s scared, as well as disgusted with the lack of caring and concern shown by the medical community here. I told him last night, I will support any decision he makes even if I don’t understand it or agree with it. I promised myself to him almost 21 years ago (Weds is our anniversary) and in the promise, I said “for better or for worse.” I meant those vows, come what may.

Kodie’s surgery is in a few days. I took her in to get it drained and it filled up almost immediately. Poor girl. I know it is bothering her, she has nightmares now (never used to before) and she is constantly shaking her head and pawing at her neck. She will have to stay overnight at the vets, and I know she is going to think we have abandoned her. They suspect a second gland might also be ruptured, but will wait until she is out before exploring to see if that is the case.

Here she is after the draining appointment.