So I got hauled off the vet last Saturday. I did not have a clue I was going anywhere. The humans woke up and did their Saturday routine. They went out to get last minute shopping done. When they got home, the mom called me to give me treats, also a routine each time mom comes home. That's when I got caught.
Nothing serious though kitties, just the usual run-of-the-mill annual checkup, although I got poked in the butt and blood was stolen from me. The vet was very nice she gave me this nice towel to hide while I was in the exam room. Blood test results soon.
I lost a few ounces that worry mom, but the vet says my weight is good for me.
A little blurry because I moved.
Papa is consoling me here.
I know you are used to seeing Buster on Monday, but he'll be back soon.
Hello! All's well at my end kitties. Mommy is just truly busy with the season and other stuff not related to blogging. We fret and we fret, but to no avail. She's really busy.
I have been doing well so far with my new diet. I have gotten (sorta) used to the lesser portion and to the canned food and I don't sit next to my empty food bowl giving them the I-am-hungry-I-can-eat-a-horse look any more. For some reason, I have been wanting more play times.
I also like spending time under the tree and I don't swat the balls any more.
Okay this post contained no cats. Only a tree and some goats that mama saw on the way to Essaouira in Morocco at last April trip. The tree is the argan and the nut makes the famous argan oil. The goats climbed on the limbs of the tree and the owner of the land and the tree and the goats charges a small fee to get photos of this sight.
The mama and her group did not go down to the tree, they just photographed it from the side of the road. They are cheapskates, did not want to pay to photograph the tree and the goats.
If you noticed I left a cliff hanger with the last post and that we were on silent mode for about 2 weeks. I'm here yours truly, Buster, to update you of what's had happened why we were silent. For the most part, it was because I was sick for a bit. And then the holidays came along and the mama got really busy. Twas chaotic, but everything's settling down now.
I had some pee problem. First the problem was the pawrents returned from a weekend trip in the mountains to a house full of pee everywhere and a sisfur who swats at me each time I came near her.
One day while mama was getting ready for work, she noticed I was in and out of my litter box, about 6 times in a matter of minutes and there was no output. She woke up papa and told him my problem. Papa works near our house and promised to get me to the vet that day.
So before work, papa dropped me off an emergency hospital nearby (thank Cod he found it, we don't need to drive all the way to Berkeley) and left me there for the day to hang out with a very cool Dr. Anne K (we cannot pronounce or spell her last name) and many super cool techs too. However, later they not only stole my blood, they also flushed all the stuff in the internal pee box, which contained a lot of crystals.
That night I went home with papa. It was a Friday. On Saturday morning, I was going in and out of the litter box again and mama woke papa up again. He said that he did not get any sleep at all last night because he was shadowing me up and down the house trying to pee. I was immediately hauled off to the vet again and I spent 3 days there.
The entire time I was away, Emma did not leave the room, no matter how hard the humans try she just wouldn't get anywhere downstairs. She probably thought that when you go downstairs you disappear, MOL!
Papa and mama visited me everyday; papa working so close to home got to visit me on his lunch break too. The first time that mama visited me I was in a cage in the back room with a doggie as my next door neighbor. I looked like a mess with IV drip, catheter and the cone of shame. I think I broke mama's heart with that look, believe me those accessories did not look good on me. Every day the humans visited me and on the penultimate day at the vet, they got to visit me in an exam room. This time around, I was more like myself.
See for yourself.
The shaved front leg look did not look good one me.
At the course of the visit the amiable Dr. Anne K came into the room and chatted with the pawrents. I started to bite my IV thingy and she said no biting. I stopped biting, but I started to lick. Then she took my sweet face in her hands and said did I say you could lick it?, then she kissed me.
This is what I thought of her no lick no bite rule.
And here's a little video of me.
I've been home for a few days and was supposed to see the doctor in 4-6 weeks, but she spoke to the pawrents over the phone and that is scrapped. Good for me. What is not good is that I had to change my diet. I cannot eat the stinky food kibbles that I love. This poses quite a challenge to the pawrents to get me to eat the healthy stuff, especially since I particularly don't like wet food/canned food.
Some days it's a walk in the park, but more days when it's like pulling teeth. But the pawrents and I are committed to healthy living and healthy eating.
If you have a spare purr, can you send it my way? I'm still not out in the woods yet.
Mama and papa calls this my "sitting pretty" pose.
We remember all the veterans who served this great country. Our human grandpa served in the army and was stationed in Guam; mama's nephew was with the navy in Japan. He is now completing his college education. We salute all the vets.
I am thankful for the comfort of my cat tree, the great bird tv it provides and the generous amount of sunpuddle I get from this perch. Everything I ever want without leaving my cat tree. Except for noms. Now if mama can be persuaded to put a food bowl here somewhere then that would be perfect.
I think we may have mentioned it days ago that mama has got the busy. Well, news for you. Mama does not see an end to the busy in the near future. That means we will be less visible in blogland. Sad!
However, we are thankful for moments like this. Mama is thankful for moments like this when she's in the computer and papa and the kitties are all in bed watching tv or something. This was from 2 weeks ago.
Mom says my face has so many phases or facets. I look different each time she photographs me. And she admits this is the first time she saw me with this "face". I don't know what she's talking about, of course.
I'm pretty miffed kitties. The mom whose job it is to blog for us and to remember impawtant dates and such FORGOT my Gotcha Day! It was last Monday, October 16!!!!! It was my 7th GOTCHA DAY! Not only did she forget to blog about, she completely forgot to celebrate it. That meant I did not get any treats or special toona dinner! I feel so cheated!
Mama asks for clemency on this most egregious offense. She says she's going to make it up to me. What do you think kitties should I forgive and forget?
No mom, not looking at the camera. I'm still miffed. I don't know what that means but I like the sound of it.