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Monday, March 21, 2011

Cat-ch-Up

It's been quite a long time since I posted, not because there hasn't been some news - Timmy has resumed chasing his tail, after all - but because I've been flat-out on every level.

Yesterday Timmy went to One Love for his annual check-up.  Squishing him into the smaller, hard kitty carrier (since Glenwood blew out the larger, soft one) was challenge #1.  Once in, he folded himself into the smallest possible area in the back, with his rear end and his face facing the door.  Sounds impossible, I know, but it's true.  I  neglected to document that position, but did document the one he took on the ride home, which was the opposite.  His face was nudged into the front corner so all I got was ear.

Timmy After the Indignity of a Check-Up
He tested out pretty well for his ten and a half years, though he was appalled at the process.  His weight is 19.1 pounds - less than his highest but more than he weighed when he first started running from Glenwood.  Dr. Ken limited his Trader Joe's kitty tuna intake for some weight reduction.  Timmy's thyroid felt a bit enlarged to Drs. Ken and Ryan, so we're doing some bloodwork for that, plus a full panel just because he's middle-aged.

Since we got home, he's been hissy and growly at Glenwood, and even took a few whacks at her.  If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know that has absolutely no effect on her.  He's being nice to me.

On another note, I was loathe to photograph the awfulness of Glenwood's first weeks here.  Who needs that?  It was hard enough for me to look at (and touch ... ew).  But yesterday I asked about Bishop, a pit bull who was in a horrific fight and who I'd met about a week after he arrived.  It wasn't clear he'd make it, but he had sweet eyes and his sewn-up drippy stoned-on-meds face haunted me.  Bishop pulled through.  Dr. Ken showed me the before-and-after photos.  Bishop's nose was gone.  (I can't believe I didn't keel over.)  After Dr. Ken's reconstruction, he's not exactly Prince Charming, but he has something like a nose, and he is home.  That is one lucky pooch.  I'm sure few owners would have taken that on.

All that to prepare you for Glenwood's ear goo.  It's time to share.  I dig this out of her once or twice a day.  She is going to be having surgery in the next few weeks, as soon as Dr. Ken can line up his expert consultant.  It's getting worse and even though she remains the happy terrorist, this can't continue.



Friday, March 4, 2011

Status Quo ...

... but still zany.
A Nanosecond of Rest

What Could Possibly Have His Attention?
Not Sure I Want to Know

Glenwood's ear infection is the same.  I'm still awaiting news from the doctors on what's next.  Timmy's melted tail is the same. (You can see the dent above if you look carefully.)  I've improved my nighttime strategies. No one, but no one, is better at falling back asleep.  It's my key survival tool.