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      Friday, April 19, 2019


catstuff
09:41 AM - 04/19/2019

The topic: Mario

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He had a followup vet visit yesterday to see how he was doing with the increased blood pressure medicine.

I went with Brian and we didn't see the vet, they took Mario in his carrier into the back of the clinic to test him. We chatted with the receptionist until they were done.

I told her about petting him late Saturday night in bed and he was wet. Not falling in the pool wet, but his belly, tail and paws were pretty damp. I felt the bed covers and they were damp as well, so I don't know how long he'd been laying there. I got up, threw on a shirt and grabbed the flashlight, went outside to see if there were any areas around the pool where he may have fallen in and climbed out, but there were no wet tracks. So, the pool wasn't it. The grass by the avocado trees was wet, so I thought maybe he'd gone that direction, but wasn't sure.

After some discussion Sunday, Brian decided it would be best to block access to the pool for a cat who couldn't see. Monday morning, he went to Lowe's, bought some three foot wire fencing, and installed it along the railroad ties that are used as a retaining wall down to the pool. Most of it had already been blocked, since we had Buddy dog so many years ago. At some point, a fair amount had been removed. But now we wouldn't worry about Mario going into the pool.

Then Wednesday night, I was having a crap night's sleep and Mario wasn't in the bed. I got up and looked for him. He was on the patio, over on the little fountain that's outside. It runs during the day. The cats like to drink out of it. And I realized that's where he'd gotten wet last weekend. The water depth was perfect, about three inches, so his back and head wouldn't have gotten wet. This was a relief.

Anyway, the receptionist said "maybe you should get him a seeing eye dog!"  Yeah, okay. She's got a great sense of humor.

They brought Mario back out to us and told us they'd call with the results. We went home. An hour or so later, we got ready for my third walk of the day and my cell rang. It was the vet's office.

Mario's blood pressure had dropped considerably, it was almost normal! The increased medication was helping. The vet wanted me to increase how much he got in the morning, another half of a pill and she wants a recheck in two to three weeks.

I'm hoping he gets some of his sight back in the next six months, now that we have his BP under control. My fingers are crossed.

mario    catstuff    blind   



otherstuff
06:23 AM - 04/19/2019

The topic: It’s been six weeks

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Since I spent most of the day in a hospital bed.

Things are moving along, this week I started walking up the street with a cane and not the rollater. Hopefully, we'll be at the top of the first little hill by the end of this weekend.

And yesterday I took my first trip in the car since the trip home. We went to the vet's with Mario. More on that later. I got in and out of the car with very little problem. 

I took my last "official" meds yesterday, I had to take Tylenol for six weeks and now, that's finished. I can go back to meds that work. (Tylenol never worked well for me.)

I can sit for longer than fifteen minutes at at time, I've made dinner twice this week, done some laundry, so it looks like I'm getting back to normal.

My last (I hope) doctor's appointment for this is next Thursday and fingers crossed that it will be it.

Last weekend I upgraded our internet to Gigablast and upgraded our cable to Contour. Both at no charge. The charge for the better speed was the same as we were paying and our cable equipment is old and on the way to not being supported. There were body contortions and step stool climbing to get it all done and I was a little sore earlier this week, but feel fine this morning. So, that's a good thing.

This morning, I'm starting to feel like my old self, except I can touch my right foot.

yippee

surgery   


      Monday, April 08, 2019


otherstuff
07:50 AM - 04/08/2019

The topic: And life goes on

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I'm progressing nicely. Trying to get in my three times a day walk. Every three days we take it a little farther. When we get to the top of the little hill and walk that for three days, I'll start with the cane and shorten the walk. Then gradually walk a little farther each day. The surgery was a month ago today, so I'm doing pretty well.

Problem is I've gotten cocky around the house and I'm pushing it a little harder than I should be. Saturday I did some vacuuming while Brian went grocery shopping and yesterday I did four loads of laundry. Not that it was very labor intensive, but I'm not using the cane to help get around. I need to use that more than I do.

I'm almost finished with my medications, I have three Meloxicam left and about two weeks of Tylenol, then I'm officially finished with the surgery meds. Yay!

We found out at the end of last month that Mario is blind, due to high blood pressure. He was started on medication, then went in for a recheck and his blood pressure was still high. His meds have been doubled. There's a fifty percent chance he'll see again, as long as we can get his blood pressure under control. The vet wants to see if we can get it down with meds, then start looking for the cause.

He gets around okay. It's not like we move furniture, so he doesn't have to learn where to go. He gets on the bed without any problems, same with  the sofa and loveseat. He even climbs into and down from the window in the bedroom. He does go outdoors, but stays close to the house. Either in the catnip of on the patio.

Here's a little video I took of him last week:

Nooby is still with us, I think he's probably stopped trying to leave the yard. And I do believe when he feels a need to hide, he heads to the garage. How cool is that? He lets me talk to him in the evening. He's still pretty cautious, I don't dare move too quickly. But he's coming around.

surgery    nooby    mario    catstuff    blind   


      Tuesday, March 19, 2019


otherstuff
06:50 AM - 03/19/2019

The topic: So, here’s what’s been going on

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I'm alive and kicking. The new hip is settling in nicely. I'm at the point now where I'm taking short walks up the street with the help of a walker. Well, the rollater that we borrowed from Brian's brother since the road is asphalt and works better with four wheels than the regular walker.

My regular walker has a bicycle bell and a basket. That basket has come in mighty handy for moving stuff around the house.

The roughest part for me is the inactivity. I'm so used to going and grabbing this, then sitting down. Oh, I forgot that, and getting up to get that. Or having to pee every ten minutes (that's an exaggeration, but it sure feels like that at times) and standing up to head to the bathroom, without the walker. Yeah, not a good idea. And I can't cross my legs. Even at the ankles.

The bandage came off last Friday, a week after surgery. Saturday, I took my first shower since the morning of the surgery. It was nice. I had to take it in Brian's shower, since it's easier to get in and out of that shower and the chair I had to sit in fit. We got a storage post for the corner and all of my bath stuff is there. The shower was nice. I'd gotten a little lounging dress on Amazon and since Brian had done all of the laundry, it was clean and fresh. I had been wearing a little duster thingy one of my friends sent to me, but it was getting pretty ripe after a week of wearing it non-stop. Even in bed.  lol

Another thing is I'm not supposed to sit with my feet on the floor for longer than fifteen minutes at a time. Because of the possibility of leg swelling, so I have to be careful there. I admit I've pushed that envelope a couple of times, with no bad results.

Yes, there's pain, but the pills help. So far the oxycodone isn't making me loopy like what happened with the sciatica. And I finally found a combination to help me sleep. I let air out of my side of the bed, then take an oxy with the other before bed meds and I'm sleeping like four hours at a shot. That's nice. Sleep is always good. The first week home, I spent a lot of time sleeping, but not so much anymore.

I'm worried about Mario. He's really having a hard time. Brian took him to the vet last week and she sent him home with gabapentin for his back and doxycycline for his congestion. I didn't like how he reacted to the gabapentin, so I quit giving him so much. And every couple of hours, I bring him some watered down A/D. Not real watered down, just a little to make lapping easier. The first time I brought it to him, he pulled his head away. But the next day he ate a little. The next time a little more and now he's eating at least a can a day. And he's standing better. (Remember, he was diagnosed with stenosis a few years back and time is taking its toll on him.)  This morning, he actually sat up waiting for me to bring him food (he hangs out on the bed). (Did I mention the basket on my walker is a lifesaver?) I hope we can bring him through this. I know it might take time, but time is something I have plenty of right now.

Brian has really stepped up to the plate with my surgery. He keeps track of my pills (I made an Excel spread sheet), feeds me, brings me water, just absolutely amazing how much he's doing, with no complaints at all. He never makes me feel like this is a chore he'd rather not be doing. I haven't been able to take a Zip Fizz for three weeks because it has vitamin E in it, something about blood clotting, so this vitamin is something I had to avoid for ten days before surgery and ten days after. This morning was day twenty-two and I was ready for my Zip Fizz. When I was feeding Mario in the bedroom, Brian filled my water bottle, added the Zip Fizz, shook it up and brought it to me.

What a guy!

Oh, Nooby is still around! He's a little more visible during the day and in the evening, when Brian feeds the cats, Noobs waits patiently for his meal. We can see him laying by the feeding station. He moves when Brian shows up, but it doesn't take long for him to make his way to the bowl with the warm wet food once Brian walks away. I watched on the roof cam yesterday and watched Spotty walk up there and sit next to Nooby while he was eating. I'd love to be outside watching, but the walkers aren't conducive to yard travel.

So, that's about it for now. Just wanted to give a quick update.

surgery    stenosis    nooby    catstuff   


      Wednesday, March 06, 2019


otherstuff
02:00 PM - 03/06/2019

The topic: Things are plugging along

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It might get even slower here on the blog. My surgery is Friday, which is one of the reasons I haven't been adding entries, getting as much out of the way as possible.

Lots of phone calls, forms, things like that.

Cats seem to be doing fine, Pancho has a cold, Nooby is still here, he always has access to dry food and Brian takes warmed up soft food at night. He still stays out of sight.

So, we just got the sheets on the bed changed (one of the things in my booklet) and put the clean bedspread and comforter back on the bed.

I'm trying to get used to the walker so I won't be lost when I get home. I wanted to decorate it, but just don't have the energy right now.

Brian got a cheap lawn chair at Walmart to use as a shower chair in his shower. We ordered a corner thingy for me to put my shampoo and stuff in his shower, since the tub won't be an option. He's supposed to pick that up this afternoon.

All that's left is I need to vacuum and take three showers. My skin is gonna be so dried out.

Anyway, with any luck, next time I post here, I'll have a new, working, hip.

catstuff   


      Sunday, February 24, 2019


catstuff
06:22 AM - 02/24/2019

The topic: The day after we said goodbye to Rocky

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There was a new kitty in the yard.

I've seen him around out front a few times and he always ran. I suspect he liked to hang out under the bird feeder. We do find feathers on occasion.

I don't believe he has a home. He's not fixed, at least that's what the shape of his face indicates (huge jowls). He's not a very big cat, a tabby with white paws.

We've been leaving food out for him and it's getting eaten. We don't know where he hides, but it's a good hiding place. My money is on the overgrown weeds by the pool. But there are the cathouses and a doghouse on the bank, with big pillows.

The rain the past week was a concern, but there are plenty of places to stay dry.

Along with this, a possum has decided he/she likes the garage. It comes in through the cat door and spends the day sleeping in one of the condos by a vent to outside, It knows we know it's there, but we don't bother it, the cats aren't bothered by it, so it's okay with us. As long as it stays in the garage.

So, the food that's being put out is getting eaten. But who's eating it? Kitty or possum? For a few days, we hadn't seen the kitty, so kind of figured maybe it got out the same way it got in. Okay. But, just in case, the food bowl is getting filled.

But we really wanted to tame him down and keep him here, because it's safer here. Soon it will be coyote pupping season and coyotes want to eat and feed their young. A small cat would fit the bill.  Our intentions are to get him fixed and vetted and keep him here. But if he made it out of the yard, that's not going to happen.

In the evenings, we've heard a cat crying outside but have never been able to figure out if it's one of ours. Last night, I ended up sleeping on the sofa because Mario makes sleeping in bed miserable. (He sleeps between me and the edge of the bed, snuggled close to my legs...I can't move my legs and my hip and leg just start screaming.)  I kept hearing a cat cry. I'd get up and look out the window. Where's Lorelei, is it her? Or Charlie? Who is out there crying? Spotty?

After getting up every hour on the hour last night and early today, I finally saw who was crying this morning at five. A kitty on the patio. I turned on the light. It was the visitor. So, he's still here.

I'm thinking his situation is a cat who had a home, then his owners moved or he was just dumped. The crying indicates he's been acclimated to humans at some point. Ferals cry when they're fighting or looking for love. But I think he's been on his own for a while now.

Wish us luck.

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