And Just Like That, It's Over and We're On to New Glamour
Okay, so I woke up yesterday and that weird kind of malaise I've been feeling was just...gone. Good riddance, I say. I've got things to do!
My parents are coming on Thursday so I am completely freaking the frak out. Since I can't A) lose 30 pounds or B) finish my book and have it published and appear on Oprah charming the world with my wit and...um...wit (?), I decided to completely gut my office and turn it into my yarn/creative space.
My husband talked me down off of the "Tile An Entire Room Before My Parents Get Here on Thursday" ledge, though. He's very wise. Because somewhere along the line when I was making all of my plans, I forgot that I would still have to, you know, PARENT, not to mention, um, sleep.
Whoopsie.
(I did manage to sneak in a little bit of tile work, anyway. Want to see?
This is the Butler's Pantry, which has had a plywood counter-top for a year-and-a-half-now. (Shaddup.) (It never DID have a Butler.) (I'm going to grout it tomorrow.)
But then, horror of horrors, Edward the Kitty got sick with HIS familiar malaise. The one where he can't go poop and his meow gets all "crooked," as Jane (almost 9) says.
I called to make an appointment for him but I had to wait to make it until my husband could come home and help me get Edward out from under the guest room sofa. Which my husband did, because he's a prince of a guy. We shut Eddy into our bedroom with food and water until time to see the vet.
Ana (11) and I STILL had to get him out from under the bed--that was fun--and then load him into the carrier. Which was equally fun--although those orange tabbies are so nice. He was fighting like a tiger to keep from going into the carrier but he never scratched me, not once.
He did, however, FART at me.
You know how I feel about that word. (Look at Number 93.)
After I recovered consciousness and Ana stopped laughing, I said, "Let's never speak of this again." (Except, of course, I'm telling y'all because it's so funny.) (And nauseating.)
Then I took him to the vet.
There was some additional feline flatulence on the way there and now I think I have to sell my van.
Also, I told the people at the vet's office that I had tried to buy the low-residue food (which is supposed to make this constipation issue much better) but the pet store required a prescription for it. They were all, like, "Yup, yeah, I know."
And I looked at them. Finally I said, "Well, what is THAT about? How many people abuse CAT FOOD?"
They just looked at me. And then the tech started laughing like crazy.
Y'all? Why are vets writing prescriptions for pet food? I mean, there is nothing MEDICATED in the food. I don't get it. Who would willingly abuse getting some cat food at six times the price without a prescription? Is there a black market for pet food? Do thieves break into veterinary offices and steal cans of bland, tasteless, low-residue food to sell on it?
Seriously, I want to know.
My parents are coming on Thursday so I am completely freaking the frak out. Since I can't A) lose 30 pounds or B) finish my book and have it published and appear on Oprah charming the world with my wit and...um...wit (?), I decided to completely gut my office and turn it into my yarn/creative space.
My husband talked me down off of the "Tile An Entire Room Before My Parents Get Here on Thursday" ledge, though. He's very wise. Because somewhere along the line when I was making all of my plans, I forgot that I would still have to, you know, PARENT, not to mention, um, sleep.
Whoopsie.
(I did manage to sneak in a little bit of tile work, anyway. Want to see?
This is the Butler's Pantry, which has had a plywood counter-top for a year-and-a-half-now. (Shaddup.) (It never DID have a Butler.) (I'm going to grout it tomorrow.)But then, horror of horrors, Edward the Kitty got sick with HIS familiar malaise. The one where he can't go poop and his meow gets all "crooked," as Jane (almost 9) says.
I called to make an appointment for him but I had to wait to make it until my husband could come home and help me get Edward out from under the guest room sofa. Which my husband did, because he's a prince of a guy. We shut Eddy into our bedroom with food and water until time to see the vet.
Ana (11) and I STILL had to get him out from under the bed--that was fun--and then load him into the carrier. Which was equally fun--although those orange tabbies are so nice. He was fighting like a tiger to keep from going into the carrier but he never scratched me, not once.
He did, however, FART at me.
You know how I feel about that word. (Look at Number 93.)
After I recovered consciousness and Ana stopped laughing, I said, "Let's never speak of this again." (Except, of course, I'm telling y'all because it's so funny.) (And nauseating.)
Then I took him to the vet.
There was some additional feline flatulence on the way there and now I think I have to sell my van.
Also, I told the people at the vet's office that I had tried to buy the low-residue food (which is supposed to make this constipation issue much better) but the pet store required a prescription for it. They were all, like, "Yup, yeah, I know."
And I looked at them. Finally I said, "Well, what is THAT about? How many people abuse CAT FOOD?"
They just looked at me. And then the tech started laughing like crazy.
Y'all? Why are vets writing prescriptions for pet food? I mean, there is nothing MEDICATED in the food. I don't get it. Who would willingly abuse getting some cat food at six times the price without a prescription? Is there a black market for pet food? Do thieves break into veterinary offices and steal cans of bland, tasteless, low-residue food to sell on it?
Seriously, I want to know.
Comments
That pet food story cracked me up. That is truly bizarre.
As for the cat and his bowel issues... Cats being cats, Edward may eventually (or quite quickly) refuse to eat that nasty bland food. If that is the case, or if you just want to read about feeding your cat a species appropriate diet with commercially available canned food, go here: http://www.catinfo.org/index.htm
I see that you already feed him canned food, so that is great! You may want to mix some extra water in his diet to help keep his stools softer.
If he continues to have problems, you might want to talk to the vet about prophylactically adding Miralax (1/8 to 1/4 teaspoon a day) to his food. If you do this, you definitely need to add water to food since Miralax draws water into the bowel and they can get dehydrated. I don't know what other medical issues Edward might have, so definitely talk to the vet before doing this. With this dosage, a $15 bottle of Miralax will last you forevah! Much cheaper than prescription food.
I haven't gone this route yet, but if he is still having problems, many people who have cats with bowel issues feed their cats a raw diet and many problems disappear. You can find info about raw diets on that website I posted as well.
Bethany
Best love, and many soothing tummy rubs, to Edward Kitty.
As for the, umm, cat-generated hazmat situation, I can only offer you sympathy. And a warning. Giving a cat an enema is an occasion for chain mail, covered by a Tyvek painter's suit and a face mask. (You really, really don't want to know how I learned this. Just trust me!)
And, last but not least, if things get ever get really critical, you need to get the cat to the Animal Medical Center in Manhattan. Here's the link.
They have the best equipment and the widest assortment of specialists on the East Coast, and it's not that hard for you to get there. (LIE to the bridge, to the FDR, exit and you're there. They even have a few parking spaces!)
Let's just hope you never need to know this.
Poor Edward, having his personal matters discussed on the Interwebs for all to see...(and imagine the smell). I have a flatulent dog, who had a lovely long-haired tail he likes to wag to "share" the event...
and you tiles are lovely!!!
Debra in NC
Hope Edward's feeling better.