Our cat Molly is recovering quite well; I've been putting a chair next to my desk so she can jump up easily, after seeing her leap from the floor once. (She succeeded, but leaping could be bad for healing, given that the incision was in her abdomen.) We have finished with the liquid medications (an opioid pain-killer and an anti-inflammatory) and are just giving her antibiotic pills, much easier on the humans and the cat.

I only got to spend a couple of hours at [personal profile] adrian_turtle's place last week, because dosing the cat is a two-human job, so I couldn't be out overnight. Instead, Adrian came over here for dinner Thursday night, and kindly offered to make chicken and turmeric soup because I was finding the prospect of making the curry I had planned rather daunting.

Being less stressed, and needing to spend less time and energy on cat care, I am caught up on my own exercises. I didn't walk very far today, because my hips started to hurt soon after I stepped out the front door. My recovery is going a lot more slowly than Molly's.

I am likely to be busier than usual with freelance work this coming week. The latest chapter of the book I'm editing is more than twice as long as the one before it. Despite that, I asked my newish client for another chapter to proofread, and my contact thee sent a longer one than any I've done for them before.

I got an excellent yellow watermelon at the farmers' market in Copley Square on Tuesday (along with lots of berries, a cucumber, and some smoked fish pate). This afternoon, [personal profile] cattitude went to Shaw's (Star Market) for groceries, and bought another watermelon, which I should cut into soon, before the next farmers' market trip.
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( Jul. 24th, 2018 07:16 pm)
Our cat Molly was pissing on the bed some weeks ago. We took advice [personal profile] cattitude found online, and put a shower curtain on the bed when we weren't in it.

That worked, for a few weeks (after a time or two of having to wash the shower curtain, which is easier than washing the sheets, and a lot cheaper than replacing pillows). Then she did it again (and I no longer have a feather pillow). A couple of days after that, possible TMI ) That got us to call the vet.

Last Thursday, we took Molly to the vet for an exam. They said it was probably either stress or a urinary tract infection, and we should get a urine sample. The sample showed blood in the urine, but no infection. The next step was an X-ray, yesterday.

The X-ray showed a bladder stone (which I gather is somewhat similar, chemically, to a kidney stone); the vet recommended surgery to remove it. That was this morning.

Molly is now home, without a "large, jagged" stone in her bladder. She is wearing one of those cones to stop her from licking the incision (which was closed with glue, so no sutures for her to pick out). We have just offered her water (now that it's long enough after surgery); the plan involves waiting a bit, then offering food, and once she has kept something down, an assortment of medications; some are liquid but the antibiotics are pills.

I really hope this doesn't mean I have to stay up late again to get the cat medicated before we sleep. (We stayed up a bit late last night, because the instructions included "no food after midnight" and we didn't want them hungry longer than necessary—especially Kaja, who isn't sick. And got up a little early, to have Molly at the vet at 7:30.)

If Molly hadn't been having surgery, this would have been a rest day. As is, I went to Boston to return an overdue library book and get stuff at the Copley farmers market; I may not leave the house tomorrow, which implies that I won't be going to the Davis Square or Arlington market tomorrow afternoon. I came home with three kinds of berries, plums, a cucumber, a yellow watermelon, and smoked salmon pate. Between the trips to the vet and to Copley, I probably walked too much, despite taking the bus for the parts of the vet trips when we weren't carrying the cat.

tl;dr: My cat had surgery this morning and is now recovering, and I hope all will be well.

ETA: We have gotten her to eat a bit of canned food, and then some turkey with pills wrapped in it. In a bit, the liquid medicine, and then I can go to bed. (er prescription for the antibiotic is 1.5 pills at a time. Fortunately, I already own a pill cutter (the vet tech didn't ask), but the pills aren't designed for splitting, and she actually got more like 1.8 pills as her first dose.
He was a good cat. The kidney disease got bad quickly, and we took him to be euthanized this afternoon. He lay on my lap at the very end.

It's been a hard year.

This photo is from 2009:

an orange cat, lying flopped on his side
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The annoyance is for reasons not directly medical: at yesterday's follow-up they did bloodwork, as well as giving him his fluids and all the pills we hadn't managed to get into him in the previous couple of days, since he has gone from "oh, a treat" to "I'm not going near that, it has medicine in it"). He perked right up after getting his appetite stimulant; not being willing to swallow that one leads to an unfortunate feedback loop. Based on the bloodwork, the vet recommended adding another medication, warning up both that it was expensive and that most pharmacies don't carry it.

cut for length and lack of excitement )

The vet's office told me yesterday afternoon that I'd call it in, and that I should expect to hear from the pharmacy when it was ready. Not having heard anything by lunchtime today, I called the pharmacy. They'd never heard of Julian. So I called the vet's office. The receptionist asked me to hold on, and then told me that she just had talked to Dr. Todd, who was about to call it in, as soon as she "finished making a couple of notes on the prescription," and promised that she'd call me as soon as she'd done that. I emphasized the urgency of this even though Julian won't need the medication today: it would have been a lot easier for me to pick it up today than for one of us to do it tomorrow, or for [livejournal.com profile] cattitude to do it while I'm away.

I had hung up before I realized how implausible the explanation was—"a couple more notes" on a prescription that she wrote yesterday morning? Yes, the receptionist saved herself the risk of being yelled at for someone dropping the ball (and now I wonder whether it was her or the doctor), but at significant cost to her/the practice's credibility.

I got off the phone with the vet's office 40 minutes ago as I type. I am going to drink this tea and then call back to check. (My hunch is that a call now might mean medicine available this weekend; a call tomorrow probably means Monday the earliest.)

ETA: I have talked, in order, to Cattitude, who got a phone message from the vet's office, and then to a competent-seeming tech at the vet's, twice. It's not clear whether the original confusion was at the Costco pharmacy (which seems plausible, but the vet is obviously better off if I blame Costco rather than her staff), but it seems to have been sorted out. The medication has now been ordered, and is expected Monday afternoon; it has Cattitude's name on it rather than mine, since he's going to be picking it up while I'm away. The tech said that if Costco doesn't call him Monday afternoon, he should call them to check on whether the medicine has arrived.
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( Oct. 2nd, 2014 09:11 pm)
I picked [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger up from the vet at about 5 this afternoon. He is still thin and moving more cautiously than we would like, and they sent us home with several medications, as well as discharge instructions and a note to make an appointment for next week.

details, nothing messy )
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( Oct. 1st, 2014 06:06 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger is still at the vet's until at least tomorrow, getting IV fluids and such, but they are encouraging us to visit, have him sit on our laps, and so on. I asked if I could bring him some blueberries and the receptionist said she'd have to check. So I cut a few in half and put them in a ziploc bag, figuring that if he couldn't have them I'd eat them myself later.

When I got there, the receptionist said that yes, he could have blueberries, and sent me into a room to wait. A tech brought Julian in, snuggled against her chest. She said nice things about him: he seems to be charming the entire staff. I offered Julian half a berry, and he happily ate it. And another, at which point she said something like "he really does like them!"

After the tech left, I fed him the rest of the berries, and then we settled in for a long session of head rubbing, scritching, and lap-sitting. He would have stayed on my lap even longer, had I let him, but our visits are an interruption to the treatment, and I want to get him home again as soon as possible. The first time I tried to move him off my lap he had hooked his claws into my pants, so I gave him a few more minutes, because he so rarely argues when we tell him it's time to get down.
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( Sep. 24th, 2014 07:13 pm)
We made one attempt to give the cat fluids this evening, and gave up when he squirmed away, because [livejournal.com profile] cattitude is stressed and very tired, and I am very tired despite having done almost nothing physical today, and not much mentally beyond reading Agatha Christie and playing 2048. On the other hand, I'm pleased to be reading printed books at home again, not just shorter things on the Web. Cattitude said that a lot of his coworkers are also very tired, so I suspect this may be some sort of infection going around. If so, I wonder whether there are other symptoms lurking in my future. It's only the beginning of autumn, so I don't think I can blame the local climate for my lack of energy. I set up my anti-SAD light yesterday, and used it this morning; I hope I can remember to do so regularly.

Last night we went out for dinner with [personal profile] wild_irises, at an upscale sort of mostly Thai restaurant. She's in town for a few days, mostly to spend time with her niece (who lives in Seattle), and we found an evening that would work, so Cattitude as well as I could see her. The conversation was good, though mostly of what's sharable here was relatively light (e.g., that Ho Ho Kus, N.J., is properly spelled with those spaces).

I can't eat a lot of Thai food these days, but I like the cuisine enough that I will look for things I can eat still eat in a Thai restaurant. In this case that was lamb satay and a rather nice roast duck; I am basing tonight's dinner on the leftover duck. The surprising thing about the menu was that one of the house specialty cocktails actually sounded good; I ordered it, liked it, and drank I'd guess about three-quarters of it in the course of our meal (volume in cone-shaped containers is hard to judge).
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( Sep. 22nd, 2014 05:24 pm)
We have started [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger on a pill that is supposed to be an appetite stimulant in cats: 1/4 tablet every three days. Now, Julian is a fairly smart cat, and apparently has learned to recognize the sounds and/or motions of me opening a pill bottle and breaking a tablet in half on the kitchen counter.

His response to noticing this was to walk over and wait next to me. So I said "that's right, you're going to get a treat," used the pill cutter to slice a half-tablet in half again, wrapped it in the pill pocket stuff he likes, and fed it to him. Now, if only he could learn to like the subcutaneous fluids (which the vet recommends at least every other day).

Addendum: After three or four tries, we got Julian wrapped in a towel and holding still long enough to get at least some fluids into him. I think he got 75 cc today; the goal is 100-150, probably 150/dose if we're only doing every other day.

Also, I cut up some blueberries* as a possible treat/distraction, based partly on what [personal profile] anne had said about getting fluids into her cat. It wasn't practical to give them to Julian before or while we were giving him the fluids, but he happily ate every bit of them afterwards. And then stalked off to his food bowl for some kibble, which is also good: maybe he's just feeling better, or maybe the appetite stimulant is already starting to work.

*despite the instructions for the Ideologically Labile Fruit Crisp, I don't think I need to consult a therapist.
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( Sep. 8th, 2014 09:30 pm)
I heard from the vet this morning. [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger has kidney disease.

We need to figure out/decide what to do next. There's a wide variety of possible diagnostics: so far I have authorized them to culture the urine sample [to test for occult infection], and need to schedule a time to take him in for an ultrasound, blood pressure check, and the rabies vaccine we postponed. One of my outstanding questions is whether the food she recommended is available at the pet store, or a veterinary prescription thing we'd have to get from them or some other more complicated method.

Also, the vet thinks that small amounts of fruit and vegetables are better tidbits than things with fat, salt, or protein, but "a few licks of cream" should be okay. So he will still get some cream, but significantly less.

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  • Thanks to [personal profile] minoanmiss/[livejournal.com profile] browngirl, I got to try a sweet I hadn't even known existed: candied lilac petals. They're sweet, of course, and they actually taste like lilac: or, since I've never eaten lilac before, maybe it's that they taste the way lilac smells, in a mild way. I like them.


  • [livejournal.com profile] cattitude and I bought a new futon a few days ago, after a slow shopping process. Slow because after looking for futon stores in the area, we wanted to visit them together, so we could each try out the possible futons. One of the stores is on Aurora Avenue, a couple of miles from [personal profile] roadnotes and [livejournal.com profile] baldanders, so we met them for lunch last weekend before looking at futons. After trying that, we went with the other store: more expensive, but it seemed more comfortable, and it's worth spending more to have a bed we are actually comfortable on. The futon was delivered yesterday afternoon, and so far seems quite restful.


  • The first night we slept on the futon was not exactly restful, though. The building fire alarm went off at about 1:30 last night. It is very loud, suited to the purpose of waking people from a sound sleep and convincing them that they want to leave the building. We were outside for about half an hour, while the fire department checked everything out and gave the all clear. It seems to have been a false alarm, though whatever set the alarm off also turned on some part of the sprinkler system, judging from the water we saw flowing out of one spout. I'm glad I took an extra minute (in addition to the time I needed to grab my glasses, figure out what was going on, and put on my pants and a t-shirt) to grab a sweatshirt and my leather sandals, rather than the suede pair I use instead of slippers. When we got the okay to come back in, we played Scrabble while calming down enough to sleep again.


  • We didn't try to bring [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger downstairs with us, because we'd taken him to the vet that morning, and we didn't think we could get him into the carrier quickly if at all. He didn't like the noise either, of course, but seemed to recover quickly once we were back upstairs and it was quiet. The vet visit itself went well, and he is now up-to-date on his rabies vaccine. He has spent a lot of the weekend napping, but he spends a lot of time napping anyhow, so that may not be connected to the vaccine or the alarm.


  • The next step of the furniture plan is to have someone cart off the old futon mattress and our ancient couch. That's tentatively scheduled for tomorrow (tentatively because I made an appointment online a couple of hours ago, and am waiting for confirmation that I don't expect until tomorrow morning). After that, we can have the new couch delivered.


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( Apr. 9th, 2013 07:43 pm)
I have just bought a King County pet license for [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger, after poking around the city of Bellevue website and finding "pet licenses" under "how do I--apply" (non-alphabetically between "development services (permits)" and "neighborhood improvements"). I am now wondering what if any other non-obvious things they expect me to do or apply for. Non-obvious in the sense that I didn't have to license Julian in New York (I did have to get him a rabies shot, which is optional in Washington) and that I could easily have missed this even if I had looked at the city webpage.
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It feels as though I spent much of last week getting over jet lag, other tiring effects of travel, and/or the stressful day of apartment hunting. Meanwhile, [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger seems to be alternating between being snugglier than usual and napping a lot, as if he's hoping that all will be normal when he wakes up this time. I suspect he doesn't actually want more snuggling than usual, he just has one fewer person to snuggle.

I woke up this morning feeling a bit more like myself. So, I went to the gym (getting there later than usual, probably because of the shift to daylight saving time, but not so late as to have to deal with lunchtime crowding). I had a pretty thorough workout, and on my way out talked to a manager and arranged to cancel my membership as of April 3, because I'm moving. (In retrospect, I think I overdid something: my left knee hurt suddenly when I was getting off the train at the end of this outing, and then was fine a few minutes later, probably before the advil had time to take effect.)

I went down to Excellent Dumpling for lunch. The server smiled and asked "Usual order?" even though I haven't been there much in the last few months. I almost said yes just to see what she would bring, but instead asked for egg drop soup and rice cakes with shrimp (the rice cakes would definitely have been a possible "usual order," but without the soup). A tasty meal, and I was happy just sitting there with my soup; a small thing, but that's one of my places, and it's not easy to find good egg drop soup.

Thence to REI in search of a replacement daypack, a jacket, and a new water bottle; I dropped that last at the gym this morning and the cap broke off. It's still functional, though. I wound up with a short raincoat and a down vest, as well as grumpiness about manufacturers who don't want to make things for women with large upper arms, much less broad shoulders. This after trying on a few fleece jackets from different manufacturers. I suspect I'm going to be doing a lot of layering (in Seattle, most likely raincoat plus sweater).

No luck on the daypack; I have tabs open for a couple of possibilities, neither of them really ideal, but I think I have to pick one and order it, given the poor condition of my existing daypack. (I know what I want; nobody seems to be making it. The company that made the bag I am replacing now does only single-strap things to be worn across the body, which are touted as good for the back but aren't good for my shoulder.

yes, I've been exercising, just not posting about it, but here are some numbers )
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( Oct. 3rd, 2008 10:40 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger has been much less bouncy and energetic for several days. This morning, [livejournal.com profile] cattitude called the vet, who said "bring him in."

Our cat has fleas. They are of a kind that do not also bite humans; the diagnostics were not sufficient to determine whether they're dog-and-cat fleas, or mouse-and-cat fleas, but given that we haven't seen any recent evidence of mousing, it seems most likely that one of us brought a flea in from a dog we petted in the park.

Fortunately, we caught this quite early. Julian has to have anti-flea medicine rubbed into his fur once a month (it is now in my PDA as a monthly appointment), and we will need to do some cleaning. A new vacuum cleaner may be called for.
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( Oct. 3rd, 2008 10:40 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger has been much less bouncy and energetic for several days. This morning, [livejournal.com profile] cattitude called the vet, who said "bring him in."

Our cat has fleas. They are of a kind that do not also bite humans; the diagnostics were not sufficient to determine whether they're dog-and-cat fleas, or mouse-and-cat fleas, but given that we haven't seen any recent evidence of mousing, it seems most likely that one of us brought a flea in from a dog we petted in the park.

Fortunately, we caught this quite early. Julian has to have anti-flea medicine rubbed into his fur once a month (it is now in my PDA as a monthly appointment), and we will need to do some cleaning. A new vacuum cleaner may be called for.
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( May. 9th, 2008 10:56 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger seems to have concluded that I am basically recovered. This means he is back to his bouncy, pouncing ways. One of the things we're still trying to train him out of is jumping up on my chair and clawing at my hand if I rest it on the back of the chair. Another is using claws or teeth when playing a game of "grab [livejournal.com profile] redbird's legs" (in which he comes up from behind me, grabs, and I shake him off and walk on. He's done both of these today, and came close to drawing blood on the chair pounce.

One difficulty is that he seems to have concluded that while he may not pounce on my bare legs, he can bite when I'm wearing pants. That's fine for jeans, and painful in flannel pajamas. I think I may have to stop playing that game altogether, and hiss whenever he tries it. I'm also considering buying a water pistol.

[When I first came home from the hospital, he figured out quickly that I was not well, and was quieter and gentler for a while. I think this was based on both how I moved and how I smelled.]
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( May. 9th, 2008 10:56 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger seems to have concluded that I am basically recovered. This means he is back to his bouncy, pouncing ways. One of the things we're still trying to train him out of is jumping up on my chair and clawing at my hand if I rest it on the back of the chair. Another is using claws or teeth when playing a game of "grab [livejournal.com profile] redbird's legs" (in which he comes up from behind me, grabs, and I shake him off and walk on. He's done both of these today, and came close to drawing blood on the chair pounce.

One difficulty is that he seems to have concluded that while he may not pounce on my bare legs, he can bite when I'm wearing pants. That's fine for jeans, and painful in flannel pajamas. I think I may have to stop playing that game altogether, and hiss whenever he tries it. I'm also considering buying a water pistol.

[When I first came home from the hospital, he figured out quickly that I was not well, and was quieter and gentler for a while. I think this was based on both how I moved and how I smelled.]
We took [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger in for his annual checkup and shots. Julian was pretty cooperative about getting into his carrier at this end, which was unsurprising; not only is he a basically happy animal, he sometimes hangs out in there at random times. We had to tilt it to get him out at the vet's office, though.

[livejournal.com profile] cattitude has been concerned about Julian's sweet tooth and weight gain. I hadn't noticed the latter, but the vet confirmed that the boy has gained about a pound and a half in the last year or so. The concern is that this could lead to diabetes. We are supposed to stop giving him fruit, and to try moving him at least partly to canned food rather than kibble, and hope for him to lose some weight. The vet said a bunch of stuff about Atkins. We do not need to stop giving him human food generally: the lower-carbohydrate bits of our meals, like cooked chicken, fish, roast meat, and my morning cold cuts, are fine, as is the habit of giving him dollops of cream when I have my tea. But if breakfast is, say, salami and a wedge of canteloupe, resist the impulse to give him a piece of the melon.

I also have no idea why, when I described my current job, the vet immediately started trying to persuade me that I ought to start tutoring high school students instead.



I think I posted that the dial for my snazzy ice cream maker broke last month. I went to the Cuisinart Web site, saw that this part wasn't listed, and sent them email. There was no response for long enough that I was thinking I needed to call again, and then I got email saying that the part had been entered in their system and would be shipped in the next few days. It arrived Thursday. This morning, I tried installing it.

It turns out that they generously sent a piece that doesn't fit, so I'm going to have to take a close look at our machine, and then call them. Fortunately, along with the free replacement doohickey, they sent an invoice showing $0.00 and instructions on what to do if I need to return or exchange it, so it can probably travel with paperwork. Nonetheless, I may be stuck with commercial ice cream a while longer.
We took [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger in for his annual checkup and shots. Julian was pretty cooperative about getting into his carrier at this end, which was unsurprising; not only is he a basically happy animal, he sometimes hangs out in there at random times. We had to tilt it to get him out at the vet's office, though.

[livejournal.com profile] cattitude has been concerned about Julian's sweet tooth and weight gain. I hadn't noticed the latter, but the vet confirmed that the boy has gained about a pound and a half in the last year or so. The concern is that this could lead to diabetes. We are supposed to stop giving him fruit, and to try moving him at least partly to canned food rather than kibble, and hope for him to lose some weight. The vet said a bunch of stuff about Atkins. We do not need to stop giving him human food generally: the lower-carbohydrate bits of our meals, like cooked chicken, fish, roast meat, and my morning cold cuts, are fine, as is the habit of giving him dollops of cream when I have my tea. But if breakfast is, say, salami and a wedge of canteloupe, resist the impulse to give him a piece of the melon.

I also have no idea why, when I described my current job, the vet immediately started trying to persuade me that I ought to start tutoring high school students instead.



I think I posted that the dial for my snazzy ice cream maker broke last month. I went to the Cuisinart Web site, saw that this part wasn't listed, and sent them email. There was no response for long enough that I was thinking I needed to call again, and then I got email saying that the part had been entered in their system and would be shipped in the next few days. It arrived Thursday. This morning, I tried installing it.

It turns out that they generously sent a piece that doesn't fit, so I'm going to have to take a close look at our machine, and then call them. Fortunately, along with the free replacement doohickey, they sent an invoice showing $0.00 and instructions on what to do if I need to return or exchange it, so it can probably travel with paperwork. Nonetheless, I may be stuck with commercial ice cream a while longer.
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