Saturday, June 3, 2017

Whitey and the Cone of Shame

According to our veterinarian, the damage to Whitey's paw was a not another cat, so Penwiper is off the hook (on this one).  Rather, the injury is a triangular flap of skin which was torn by being caught on something. We don't know what he caught it on.

The injury now has three stitches.  Whitey has also two new fashion accessories, courtesy of the vet. The first accessory is a bandage for protecting the stitches, and the second accessory is a classic cone to protect the first accessory from Whitey's teeth.

A subdued Whitey with bandage and cone
Between the funny paw with no traction (he keeps shaking it to get rid of the "stuff" on it) and the cone, Whitey's Cat Physics are seriously screwed up -- he has trouble with the stairs (the chin of the cone catches on each step) and any tight spot. Our Spider-Cat has decided climbing cat trees with only three traction-enabled paws and a big head is pretty much right out. Ditto for visiting his safe place under the futon.

We are taking the cone off for meals (which are supervised anyway); it's just easier for all.

Unfortunately, Penwiper is bothered by Whitey's cone even more than Whitey is.  Much growling by the Dark Lord has occurred.  Thus we've setup the Executive Suite as a safe room for Whitey, although we may throw PW in there instead. That's because Billy knows it's just his littermate with funny collar, and Oscar mostly has ignored Whitey.

("I'm just happy I didn't go to the vet." -- Oscar)

Whitey goes back to the vet on Wednesday to get the bandage changed, and then again on the following Monday to get it removed.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Whitey and The Usual Suspect

Whitey is wounded.  He's not hurting, but we're not used to seeing blood on his hind leg like he got tonight.

(Scratched nose? Yes. Other wounds?  No.)

Whitey's Right Rear Paw
After getting a photograph of it at a good angle, above, we can see it is obviously a claw sized puncture wound. If I was in CSI mode, I'd get a sample and compare any foreign DNA to a certain Tuxedo.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Billy's Lab Results

Billy, age twelve and a half, was back in to the vet Wednesday for blood and urine samples. This morning, I got the results when I took Oscar in for his own regular exam and shots.

It's official, Billy has the beginnings of kidney disease, the same arena that claimed Her Emilyness a decade ago. This startled and somewhat saddened me; I sort of expected Billy, if not to live forever, or to seriously outlive his brother.  That doesn't sound as likely now.

Our senior prince has good years left, of course.  Exactly how many, the doctor was vague about.

Short term actions: Switch him to all wet prescription food and recheck in a year.

Oscar, as always, was both grumpy and healthy.  Sufficiently grumpy that he got the wrapped-in-a-towel-in-the-backroom exam, but he's back home and free now.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Family Portrait

Wednesday  morning, something happened which I'm not sure has occurred since Penwiper arrived years ago -- all the cats more or less in the same place for more than ten seconds.  And war didn't even break out.

I was even able to get a picture.
The Four Feline Overlords, Together at Last.
(click for a larger view)

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Travel Accommodations

Speaking of the vet . . .

As always, the Catzilla Brothers hated going to the vet on Friday. However, since then, Whitey showed that he does like cat carriers – so long as they don't move!

Whitey enjoying his private cabin in the front hall

And yes, that picture is post vet visit.  

Monday, September 19, 2016

Elderstates Cats, Redux

Billy and Whitey got their annual shots on Friday.  The vet also drew blood to check on our geriatric kittens.  The vet called back with the results of the blood work this morning.

Whitey is normal.

Billy has slightly elevated kidney function, he needs more tests.   It's early, so this should be looked at, but is not a serious issue ... yet.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Ten Years After

It was ten years ago today that Her Emilyness went over the rainbow bridge.

Three tigers and a tuxedo moggie all got their ears rubbed by me this morning.