Her temperature started climbing and she quit eating this afternoon. I gave her an alcohol rub and she is asleep in her cage. I will take her to the feline specialist in the morning. Her temp was hard to take as her rectum is so sore she screamed like a banshee when I tried to take it. Mike was holding her as gently as he could and it was only inside for under 30 seconds and it went to 103.7. I don’t have a good feeling about this but she feels cooler now and she is still eating. Dr Vicki thinks it is FIP but she doesn’t have many of the symptoms of FIP kitties. I echo Dr. Vicki when i say “I hate FIP.”

Preliminary bloodwork results are back and he has some high numbers where there shouldn’t be. The overall diagnosis is that he has feline hyperthyroidism. The other bloodwork won’t be back until Tuesday. This is why he is dropping weight, drinking excessive amounts of water and filling up the litter pan. It is also why his eye is so messed up.

He is on medication for now- then in three weeks we go back for more bloodwork. If his levels keep climbing there are other options which for older cats contain quite a few risks, but for now, they have prescribed him a special diet and he is on Tapazole.

He is back home now in his enclosure and I think he is happy to be home. I know I am happy to see him- He also has high blood pressure which I am told is normal for cats with hyperthyroidism and that too can be controlled with diet and medication. Because he does live alone, putting him on a special diet will work as he doesn’t come in contact with any other cat or any other food.

Cyclone is on another sleepover. They want to try and get some urine from him so they can include it in the extensive bloodwork panel they are doing on him.

Sebastian is back, meowing his head off at the indignity of having his privates removed. Between him and Cyclone and just this day’s visit, my challenge is I need to raise $402.00 to pay for all the treatment.

A friend of mine just told me that I should only accept the easy ones and leave the others alone. Everyone does the easy ones, they tend to ignore the ones needing the most work- the challenge is to do the hard ones and do your best for them to have quality of life.

If anyone has spare change rattling around their pocket- Cyclone and Sebastian would love to put it in the kitty- Dr. Steve wants Cyclone to be seen by a cat opthalmologist. It just isn’t in the budget at the moment. 🙁 His eye is starting to look concave now underneath and swelling over the lid.

Here is Sebastian- Speaking of eyes, I need to not catch those eyes in the flash-

Sebastian is in isolation at the moment at the vet’s office. Thankfully, he tested negative on the nasties and even underweight he is BIG cat! He is 10 pounds and skinny as a rail so he must have Maine Coon in that gorgeous body of his. He has a growth on his one testicle so they will neuter him tomorrow and send the lump off the lab for testing. This boy is a champion sprayer- he sprays so magnificently that inside the carrier on the way to the vet he actually got urine on the roof of our truck! Pretty impressive if you ask me! LOL He hosed down his cage last night and I just finished scrubbing it out and will just let it air-dry. If he continues to be a sprayer, he will not be able to be adopted out as an inside kitty which makes me sad. He is about 2 years old right now and the vet had to laugh because during the exam, Sebastion kept leaping from the exam table into the sink! I told Steve, maybe he just knows he smells and wants a bath!

On the Cyclone front- his eye is still not healing and now every time I go to put the ointment in or check his eye- he bites me pretty hard. I try to avoid it- but he is quick. He is also dropping weight so we are going to go ahead and opt for the extensive bloodwork on him to see if he has thyroid issues or other things working against him getting healthy. The puzzle is only one eye is so inflamed, so if this were herpesvirus or conjuctivites he would have both eyes engaged in active infection. Not sure what is going on with him, but noticed last night he kept bumping into things in his pen. Bless this kitty- I may go broke trying to find the answers- but hopefully soon the answer will be here and we can fix him right up. As i told Steve, “He’s a keeper!”

Guys when you go to vote for me- the website is so hosed up right now. It took forever for me to figure out how to vote, so I am hoping soon they fix the glitches and go back to the regular website. Last I saw this morning, I was sitting at 4.27 but until they figure out how to bring the website back- it will be hard to tell where I am sitting

and yet another one has arrived to take her place. This boy is in sad, sad shape. He was dumped at a local campground and left to fend for himself and he didn’t do to well. He is of course a tomcat. His eyes are all messed up and his breathing is labored. He will go to the vet in the morning-

Have you guys seen this?

Purina suspicion grows

This is all I feed- I wonder if this is why Google isn’t doing well?

Last night, I was lying in bed thinking about Tyler and others who have passed away recently. There were no tears or remorse for I know I do the best I can under the circumstances and at times am allowed to do more than most. The four siamese were in the room- but only Cooper was laying near me. He likes to be on my feet for some reason.

Suddenly, I felt movement on the bed all around me and all of the babies came up to join me. For the first time since they arrived at Christmas, I was able to pet and be with all of them. It was truly amazing. Then the two blue kids from upstairs came down and joined them and we were all cuddling together. It was a moment of joy for me that these cats finally realized that they could trust me and they somehow knew their presence next to me would bring me comfort.

When I woke up this morning, they were all still on the bed although not all of them huddled next to me. I got up and of course they scattered. I went upstairs to see how Truman was doing. He is still hiding under the futon since being returned a few days ago. I sat down on the ground and stuck my hand under the futon and asked the futon if it was hiding a kitty named Truman. I wiggled my fingers and just started talking nonsense when I felt his head come in contact with my hand. Slowly by inches he crawled out of hiding, looked up at me and raised up and head-bumped me so hard I thought I would fall over! He repeated this several times then went back under the futon where he apparently feels the safest.

it was as if the cats were saying to me- “Yes mom, Tyler is gone but we are here,” and that is all I need- confirmation that these cats are finally trusting humans again and soon will be able to move on and bless someone else’s life as richly as they have blessed mine.

This morning, I found my old friend Tyler in the barn in a nest of hay. At first, I thought he was sleeping and I guess he was-eternally- for he has gone over the Bridge. I suspect his heart gave out on him as there wasn’t a mark on him. His buddy Crash was close by watching him with sorrow in her eyes.

Goodbye my friend, as you slipped softly into the day.
I remember the moment we rescued you, those memories forever will stay.
Thank you for the head-bumps, the gentleness of your kiss.
I will remember with fondness, how you ran others off with your hiss.

I hope in your final moments, you didn’t understand
And released from your earthen vessel, you freely left this land.
I hope God gave you amnesia and you didn’t feel the pain.
What I know, is life without you, will never be the same.

You were the Alpha Cat the Terrohiss, the one who ruled the roost
Life without your antics will sorely be reduced.
God, thank you for allowing me, the time to get to know
This wonderful, scrappy black kitten whose seeds of love did grow.

Deep within my heart, there is an ache a mile wide.
Along with miles of sorrow, all bottled up inside.
That a feed bowl will stay empty, and a nest of straw will just lay bare-
Because he no longer walks in my life, he now walks within my prayers.

I will miss you old man- Tyler was 14 years old-

I am in 6th place, pretty good considering I started in 15th but I really need to keep moving up for these cats-

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