Hooray! Huzzah! I’ve never been so happy in all my life to see a bunch of cat poop in the litter box. Robbie managed it this morning. Now if we could just get her to eat more, we should be home free. Thank you, Jesus! And thanks, everyone, for your prayers.
Yes, I’m running late. We had to go grocery shopping and then pick up Patty’s car, which now has a new transmission. It still needs some body work, but now at least it won’t fall apart if she drives it.
I also took advantage of the sunny weather to write another little bit of Ozias, Prince Enthroned. I doubt it’s possible to finish it this year, so I’ll just go as far as I can until the winter shuts me down. After all, I have two earlier books awaiting publication–Oceans of Time, and Ozias, Prince in Peril.
So far, today is just the kind of good day we’ve been needing.
I hope yours is, too.
Robbie as a young cat
I was at the vet’s for two hours yesterday while they tested this and tested that. This vet has been Robbie’s doctor for several years, so she should know what’s what.
Well, she didn’t think our cat was all that sick. Coulda fooled us! We were afraid she was dying. A bit of pain killer will supposedly do the trick. We are left wondering what the hell is going on.
I don’t feel like I’m heading into this day with a full tank of gas…
You’ll always know her by her white bib.
We were just about to go to bed last night when Robbie broke into a very loud seizure that lasted two or three minutes. Then she got up and walked to one of her favorite sleeping places and lay down. After some time spent soothing and comforting her, she seemed pretty much back to normal–and I didn’t have to make a midnight ride to the emergency veterinary hospital (which is always very hard to find at night!).
She seems all right this morning, so far… but let us have your prayers. Please! There’s only Patty and Robbie and me, everybody else in the family has either died or moved so far away, they might as well be on another continent. We need the love our cat gives us.
She’s 17, so we don’t want to put her through any severe and stressful medical procedures. Let her continue on the medicines she already has, and for the rest, rely on prayer and love and tenderness.
Please pray for us. All three of us.
As you can see, I am not dodging live missiles on the Garden State Parkway this morning. We bagged Robbie’s appointment with radioactive iodine, and our regular vet says there are other things we can do by way of treatment.
The main reason for this change of plan was Customer Reviews. From now on we don’t go anywhere without first reading the Customer Reviews.
And the reviews for this place, at the other end of the state, were terrible. Angry, scathing, bad reviews outnumbered the so-so/not-that-awful reviews by at least 10 to 1. (We didn’t find any really good reviews.) Crikey. Dr. Moreau would’ve got better reviews than this place.
The lesson is, read the reviews before you take the plunge. I’m convinced we saved ourselves a world of hurt. (Like, for instance, kill your pet and then hit you with a bill for $5,000 or more. Out of the blue, as it were.) There are villains out there waiting to take advantage of us. Learn from other people’s experiences.
Two hours at the veterinarian’s today, because Robbie’s been acting terribly sick and we feared for her life.
I won’t tell you what this cost; and the doctor couldn’t find anything much wrong with Robbie. Maybe she swallowed something really bad and finally ejected it. We’re waiting for other test results. Meanwhile, she seems more her old self than she was yesterday. I guess she feels better. Thank you for your prayers.
My family has either died out, most of them, or moved hundreds of miles away. Our pets are very important to us.
I think I can forget about working on my book today.
I had to take Robbie to the vet this morning for blood work, etc., and to check to see if her thyroid medicine is working. We won’t have the results for a day or two, but for the time being we’re very, very happy with news we didn’t have to wait for–
She’s gained back two of the pounds she’d lost.
Poor kitty was turning into a bag of bones, so they changed the dosage and we took pains to feed her more. We must have done something right, because she’s got two pounds back. Percentage-wise, that’s a good increase.
Thank you, Lord.
We’ve finally heard from the vet (no one was able to get to the office yesterday). Robbie’s blood work is in. Her numbers are a little better, but she’s not out of the woods yet: we must slightly increase the dosage of her thyroid medicine. She’s 14 years old, and more dramatic treatment is out of the question.
But she still likes to run up the stairs full-tilt after using the litter box, and in most other ways seems her normal self. Fun is still fun, as far as she’s concerned. But she needs to put some weight back on.
Holy smoke–it is quarter to two already?
I wish I had a sled.
This is Robbie, my little girl who needs an inhaler mask. Patty took her picture and the Old Farmer’s Almanac published it in 2006.
Her sister, Peep, has not had her picture published anywhere. Not yet.