Hay girl haaaaaaay!!!

Full disclosure – I have way too much shit on my plate right now to be writing blog posts especially after *checks watch* 2+ years of giving absolutely zero fucks. I mean, I gave all the fucks, but I have been a) busy at work b) volunteering at the rescue c) working through a lil depression-induced laziness and d) no one is waiting with bated breath for my next update. But here we are, because my lil pocket computer made a ding ding and told me Meow Hear This was getting lots of traffic! And since I am a squirrel chasing shiny things, I bowed to the pocket computer that controls me to have a look-see and, welp, for some weird reason, there’s a sudden uptick.

Now, I understand that this is not in any way indicative of my star being on the rise, and in fact, assume that somehow this blog is being used in a scam, but all the same, I thought “Wouldn’t it be a hoot to abandon everything I wanted to do to sit down and smash the keyboard with words no one will read?”

As you can see, I did indeed think it was a hoot.

Onto the important things: Cats.

Taco celebrated his Quince this year. The husband would not allow him to have a pretty dress, sadly. He has added to his lemonitis with hyperthyroidism. Moosh was diagnosed with that, and as documented in this blog, we did a one-time very unhappy treatment. Taco does not get that option. The government, in all its wisdom, imposed more stringent rules upon radioactive treatments, and required that instead of 3 days away at the clinic, it should be 5, and if, at the end of 5 days, the levels were not acceptable, the cat would need to stay. This had the effect of ruining the business model of the cat thyroid clinic for no actual scientific good reason, who then closed. The only option is now the big expensive ER vet, and it’s pretty much twice what it was when Moosh got it. At least, this was the state of affairs the last time I spoke about it with my vet, whereupon we quashed that idea and agreed on medicine. Oh, except Taco is allergic to oral medicine. SHOCKING. We now have specially compounded transdermal cream to rub into his ear, and he just LOVES that.

Because he is also eternally dehydrated, we also do sub-Q fluids every other day. Just call me Nurse Sarah!

Boo update: Taco still DESPISES HIM. No amount of Jackson Galaxy tips and tricks have any hope of changing this. Taco is now on Prozac. Because he got so stressed that the lil shit would attack him in the litter box that he peed in the bed several times. To be fair to the lil shit, he WAS a kitten, and he DID try to be deferential at first, and when that got nowhere, he decided to be a full-time terror. Boo has also proven himself to be a true Lemon, as he has tremors that as of yet, are unexplained by $700 of medical tests, and since they don’t seem to bother him, we are not exploring neuro exams. He also has bouts of blood poop and puke, also mostly unexplained, and ironically, even when in the height of squirt shits, is NEVER dehydrated.

This only scratches the surface, but I’m tired, and I really should be doing other things.

Oh, Tots update: she got eaten by a coyote and it was terrible and I can only exist by believing she died of old age, in her sleep – and was scavenged. I can’t live thinking her last moments were in terror. But seriously, DON’T LET YOUR CATS OUTSIDE. Tots was a TNR that adopted us after a long life of wherever the fuck she came from and had no interest in anything but retirement in our yard and frozen Churus. I am telling you that frantically worrying why the cat that hasn’t left your yard in a year is suddenly missing and scour the neighborhood only to have your neighbor tell you she thinks the tail is in her yard…IT IS TERRIBLE. And then have to call the vet hysterically sobbing to cancel her appointment which was the next day, because (and this is a story for another day) she also had hyperthyroid and was due for bloodwork.

Anywhoodles…baaaaiii for now!