R - E - S - P - E - C - T at the Spa

Oscar and Whitey got their spa day for their teeth and nails on Wednesday.  However, they didn't consider it that.

Reliable reports had Whitey asking for his lawyer all the time he was awake.

However, Oscar made Whitey look happy.   He was sufficiently fractious (their words) they could not sedate him normally, and instead gave him an injection in the rear flank.   This made him recover more slowly, to the point that we were advised when calling to check on them that he may need to kept in a safe room over night.   So +Katherine Derbyshire prepped the downstairs lavatory (she wanted the larger more familiar library, I wanted the smaller safer bathroom), and off we went to check on them in person and hopefully rescue them from the clutches of the vet.

I think Oscar would say evil <expletive> vet.   Oscar's motor skills were iffy, but his lungs were just fine -- upon our arrival in the back treatment room, he gave a hiss worthy of a cat twice his size.    He was in the wrong (larger) carrier, but we decided to let him stay and stuff the larger Whitey into the smaller carrier for the ride home.   Our vet was vaguely disappointed by our decision ... at least he said that he would pay good money to see us transfer Oscar between carriers.

Yea, right.  We didn't need the money, and we are not that stupid.   We know to respect an annoyed cat's personal space.   (Her Emilyness taught us well, many years ago ...)

Whitey, who wasn't in the second carrier yet, went in fine.   He did continue to meow for his lawyer, of course.

We got home, locked up Oscar in his safe room, let Whitey out wobble around, and got everyone an early snack.  Neither cat who went to the spa ate much then or at dinner time, which was no surprise.

Oscar got released on parole at 9 PM, and was wobbly but in moderately good spirits as soon as he was free.  He did want to cuddle, but he also was hissing with the least provocation.

Both boys recovered their appetites the following day.

Saving the best for last ... the blood work for each of them was fine.

Take Three: Oscar at the Vet

A week after the Catzilla brothers went to the vet, it was Oscar's turn.  I took him personally.

He's healthy, has lost a half pound (which vet liked), strongly objected to having his temperature taken (we skipped it again this year), and like Whitey needs his teeth cleaned.

Since Oscar doesn't always handle shots well and, like all the boys, is a strictly indoor cat, we skipped the feline leukemia shot.

We'll bring Whitey and Oscar in together for a spa day.   Oscar will get a basic blood work done while sedated then to make up not taking his temperature.

Birthday Kitten(s)

Lots of small things have been going on, which hopefully we'll get to later in the week, but today is simply:

Happy Birthday Penwiper!

Yes, Fluff for Brains is 3 years old today.  

Also, Oscar is 5 sometime this month, we don't know exactly when.

The Annual Day of Catzilla Torture

Billy and Whitey went in for their annual check up and shots today with Katherine.   As usual, Whitey announced loudly that he wants his lawyer, and as usual the vet loved their weight.

Not usual is that Whitey doesn't seem to be caring for his coat as well the vet would like, which could be a sign of illness.   He also needs his teeth cleaned, so he'll go back in for spa day of teeth and nail care, and also get full blood work done.

Well, we'll tell him it's a spa day.

Photo Weekend Extra: Equal time

No sooner did I save my previous post than Oscar came along and asked how come Fluff for Brains gets all the attention.

Oscar is not amused. 

Once more, with fluff

Just realized we never posted a further update about Penwiper. He had another rough few days, including probiotics to help get his digestion back on track. But we are happy to report that he is now back to his normal self, including viciously attacking and attempting to devour his toys.

(Side note: Billy loves yogurt! But we aren't sure it loves him.)

This picture was actually taken before the whole mess, but I like it.

Penwiper poses, awaits attention. 

Penwiper and The Vet, Paw de Deux

After the Caturday Night Vet visit, Penwiper seemed mostly a quiet normal Sunday, except he wasn't eating.  This wasn't a surprise, given the stuff he was pumped full to make him make him vomit.    (Do that to your stomach and see if you want to eat the following day.)

Unfortunately, he still wasn't eating yesterday (Monday).   So it was back to his regular vet at Kenmore Animal Hospital.  The doctor checked Penwiper out, X-rayed him again, and didn't find anything out of sorts.  For example, the bubbles in his digestive tract looked good.  (The things you clutch at when your cat is sick ...) Home PW came.

Penwiper then hid under a table in the library and didn't even come downstairs for dinner.   Not good.  Also, his purr was AWOL, which is truly rare.  I served a private meal for him, with yummy fish flakes on it, and he didn't touch it.   He did say hello to Katherine in her office late in the evening, and that was it.

PW did wander down for breakfast today, but didn't eat.  We served him privately with more fish flakes on it and he still didn't touch it.   The Tiger Trio riot +Katherine Derbyshire almost caused with the flakes is a different story -- but we now know the flakes are still good though.)   So we made an appointment for now (11:30 AM), although we didn't want to, because we both think half his troubles are caused by packing him up and dragging him off to the vet.

Luckily, he didn't go.  Rather, after he had a slightly more active morning with some purring, we served him brunch and he did eat 4 grams.  A normal meal is 20 grams, but anything is fine at this point.

So it's back to watching, petting, and feeding for now.    All that, and letting PW hide under Katherine's futon while he figures out how his snack is sitting.