My step-daughter’s kitty Eva was put down the other night by an ER vet who said she had few red blood cells and most likely had cancer. Her boyfriend was with her and she described how as Eva was going under she reached for them both making biscuits as it’s called with her paws.
She knew she was going home and wanted to say goodbye. Adios, Eva.
Several downpours overnight has us worrying if the water will get into the kitchen cabinets again. Apparently not. Left the doors open to air them out. Then Checkers the cat got into the biggest one, all the way in the back, and sat there looking self-satisfied until I said it was okay and then he left. No wet paw prints evident.
Introducing Barbara Ellen’s cat Checkers, our new house-cat in a pic from her Facebook page. Short for Chubby Checkers, as he has a tiger-like swinging belly on him.
Our new Senor Gato is a Tuxedo in case you’re wondering, which is arguably a description and not a breed. But there are dissenters. He is super friendly and likes to cuddle. His cloudy right eye has since been fixed with antibiotics.
Barbara Ellen’s beloved cat Checkers is “eating” again, through a tube through his esophagus, put there by a vet who pulled five of his teeth, one of which was broken at the gum line and another that was so decayed the root was showing.
The pain must have been intense and had apparently shut down his desire to eat. Such that he had lost almost ten pounds in two months.
Now he’s lively again, his tummy filled with food via the tube and his post-op pain soothed by morphine every twelve hours. The tube will be removed by the end of the week and he can get back to eating normally. Hopefully Checkers will not miss the morphine too much.
Two mixed-breed cats came with Barbara Ellen to live with us at the rancho. Checkers, her six year old favorite, and Eva, her daughter’s cat who specializes in mischief while her daughter is away.
Checkers has a sinus infection for which he’s taking antibiotics so he sleeps most of the time. Eva, the evil one I call her, spends her time pulling things out of drawers and sleeping in cabinets. We’re slowly adjusting to each other.
Mr. Boy keeps his bedroom room door closed to keep them out after I had to close the study door to keep them from chewing on the electronics cables. We keep our bedroom door closed to keep them from climbing on us while we’re asleep. Otherwise they have the run of the place. Unlike Senor Gato, otherwise known as Pumpkin, they’re strictly indoor cats.
I knew squirrels were good for something besides cat food for Senor Gato.