All My Boyfriends

Who will be my valentine? WE WILL!

Stretched Cat is Loooong

Someone is begging for a belly rub.

Ready For His Close Up

Hello. My name is Grumpy, and I'm a handsome little man.

Seeing Double

Which one is Grumpy, and which one is Spot?

Even a mother is having a hard time distinguishing!

Praying for Pee Works!

Grumpy is home. Thank you to everyone who prayed for pee. It works. The vet told me, "Bad news!" (What could be worse than the bill?) "Grumpy peed all over himself, and we didn't get to clean him up for you." THAT'S NOT BAD NEWS! THAT'S GOOD NEWS!!!!! We like when Grumpy pees. In fact, we LOVE it! Grumpy's first meal at home. (He didn't eat for the three days he was in the hospital.)

Praying for Pee Once Again

Last April, Grumpy got blocked. Basically, that means he can't pee.
In most cases, that is due to crystals in the urine that clog up the urethra, and is due to diet. In Grumpy's case, it was due to a muscle spasm. In other words, he got scared to death.

It happened again, and Friday I noticed him spending more time in the kitty litter box. Like any good mother, I could tell he was uncomfortable. Off we went to the vet, and sure enough, he was blocked again.
And sure enough, it is a muscle spasm again.

Being a high strung cat, they catheterized him, and we decided the best course of treatment is to keep him on a muscle relaxer long term.
The catheter was removed this morning, and we wait for him to pee on his own before I could take him home. Problem is, he didn't pee on his own.

While I was expecting to take him home today, he has to stay an extra night, and be closely monitored. He could re-block, and need the catheter again.
Tomorrow I wait for the vet's recommendations. I have to consider surgery.

Surgery would remove his penis and give him "girlie parts."
We are trying to avoid that.
I really can't afford that, but I refuse to put him down because he can't pee. He is only seven years old, and the prognosis is good. We just have to get him in a good place with his health.

PRAY FOR PEE!
He is a cute guy, and I am madly in love with him.

Which is Which?

GRUMPY:






SPOT:






GRUMPY:






SPOT:

Grumpy's Home!

Grumpy's first five minutes.
Boy was he hungry!
And I think his sibblings were happy to have him home.

I wonder if Grumpy knows how close he came to having his penis amputated. I would have had to change his name from Grumpy Angelo to Grumpy Angelina. I think his brother, Max, would have given him a really hard time about that.

Let's hear it for pee!!!!!

Update: Grumpy

Last night, 10:10pm: Doc called, and guess who didn't pee yet? so in the catherta goes again, this time for at least 24 hours.

Today, 9am: Doc calls. Grumpy hasn't eaten, and that is not good for a cat to go without food for too long. Doc urges me to come by, and try to get him to eat.

Tonight, 6:30pm: I went to the hospital, with fresh chicken, roast beef, his favorite tuna cat food. I also brought the t-shirt i wear to sleep, to leave with him, so he has my smell to keep him calm. And his favorite toy--a furry ball. (don't ALL boys love furry balls best?) I stayed an hour, and we cuddled, but Grumpy wouldn't eat.
I think Grumpy is just too freaked out being in the hospital, and that is why he isn't eating.
I asked the doctor if Grumpy was going to die, and Doc says NO!

tomorrow morning the catherta comes out, and if he pees, like a good little boy, i get to take him home tomorrow night.
PEE GRUMPY! PEE!

Poor Grumpy!

Yesterday, 5:45am: i do my traditional playing with the cats before i get out of bed. Grumpy meows like nothing I ever heard from him.
6:15am: He is hiding, so i bring his breakfast to him, and I watch him eat.
6:40am: Shake the cat treats, but he's in hiding. I find him under the sofa.

10am: Still no sign of Grumpy, not even when i shake the cat treat bag again.

Noon: Where is that Grumpy man?

7pm: Found him--in the kitty litter box. He's not coming out. I know he is blocked, so i take him to the emergency vet.

8pm: Blockage confirmed. He has to stay overnight, and have a catheter inserted to relieve himself.

Today, 9:30am: Get a call that he's a feisty guy, and pulled his catheter out. Once he pees on his own, I can take him home. X-rays do not show any stones.

3pm: Still hasn't peed. Docs were concerned, so they expressed some out with no problems, so he's no longer blocked. However, he can't come home until he pees on his own. What they did get out of him had alot of blood in it. Could be from a bad infection. Could be from the catheter. Could be from cancer.

7pm: I go visit him and have a talk with him, how he HAS to pee so he can come home. Doc says if he doesn't pee by 10pm, they will have to put the catheter back in. He's not gonna like that.

9:50pm: Waiting for the phone to ring. Hoping he pees tonight, so he can come home tomorrow. Max misses him. He kept me awake all night. That and the nightmares that three kids stole all my money.
Did I mention, so far, the bill is $1500?

Get well Grumpy!!!! I can't afford much more! Max misses you, and Mommy's hair is already white with fright for you!

There Are No Bad Cats...

...Only bad cat moms! (me).

How can someone so cute be so bad? And how can I be mad as such cuteness.
(I can't).

What did Grumpy do to warrent this entry?

Last night in belly dance class, we worked with fans, which I supplied, as I have a vast collection. Class ran late, so I left the bag of fans on my dresser to go through tonight and weed out which ones weren't so great for class. Among some of the fans were my favorite fans for dance class, which included two matching ostrich and pheasant feather fans. I thought they'd be safe there until tonight, as I have never seen one of my cats on the dresser.
WRONG! Too much temptation for the Grumpy one! I no longer have a matching set of fans. And I KNOW it was Grumps that did it. He looked so guilty when I came home for lunch. He kept avoiding me, anticipating my anger, he was watching me nervously. More nervously than normal. He's a boy, and he just wants to have fun. Fun, in a bad, can't help himself kind of way.

Still Alive

Despite that my cats, having planned my demise if I didn't meet their demands, I am STILL ALIVE!
Maybe they realized I am the nice lady who feeds them. Maybe they realized I pay the rent, so they can continue to live in luxery. Who knows?--maybe they realized they (dare I say it?!!?) ... love me. (gasp!)

It could happen.
"Stranger things have happened...both before and after noon...."
Red Hot Chili Peppers

new portrait

Recently, I met an art student, and commisioned him to do a portrait of my three cats. I think Max likes it. I certainly do.