Sometimes life just gets busy, and blogs go by the wayside. I realize almost nobody reads here anymore, on account of my sorriness at updating, but I ALSO realized I left a story unfinished. I wanna tie up loose ends, pun TOTALLY intended.
PooMa made some progress after her surgery, but not much. She quickly returned to her former nastiness, and I swear, I have never seen anything like it. The stuff that came out of her butt AVOIDED paper towels and tissue. It was like some primordial ooze with a life of its’ own. I decided she was going to the vet to either recover, or die.
The vet knew I was at the end of my rope, and after the first night, she knew why. She, too, was amazed at the goo that cat produced. To make a long story short, MK (short for Mama Kitty, her original name) spent 10 days in the hospital on multiple drugs before they were able to say with any degree of hope that she was better. She came home with a rabbit and green pea kibble, some hella expensive anti-inflammatory stuff that she was able to tolerate. She even started using her litterbox, She has had no tummy trouble since, and I am so grateful that I have accepted her desire to be a totally inside cat. She even gets along with the others now, which is no small feat. I suppose even cats can be grouchy when they feel like..well… crap.
The kittens from the PooMa post were named Buck and Maynard. Maynard was tragically killed under my back porch by a dog – I held him while he died, his insides pulverized and his neck broken. His brother Buck is a devoted, loving little boy of 5 months. He follows me everywhere I go, loves gooshy food, and has become quite the little con man at the dinner table.
His big brother JP has learned to use the heating ducts as a subway. I went to bed last night in a room that had been closed up all day to find paw prints and fur on my clean sheets, and the vent popped out of the floor. The funniest part is having caught him about to go in a vent twice, and both times he tried to play it off. I could SEE it in his eyes: ..”OH! MAMA!! I was just ..um…OO! GRAB MY FEET! Aren’t I KYOOT??” TOTAL scam artist, totally busted.
I’ve been offered the chance to teach voice at the college in the fall. I HATE teaching voice. We’ll see. I’d really like to find something with insurance, but the country is in such bad shape right now, I don’t know if I can. I could have a public school job in a neighboring county if I wanted it, but I am pretty sure I would not survive it. For now, I am ok.
Alrighty then! You’re caught up! Go about your business. Catch you later.