Cat update

Howdy folks. I just wanted to update everyone on what's going on around here.
Our resident mouse made another sound today. For those of you who don't know we think we have ourselves a mouse hiding somewhere in the ceiling or something. Every now and then we will hear a little set of paws up there and sometimes some chewing. He must know he's surrounded by cats, at least one would think! Between the upstairs neighbor and us, there are at any given time at least 3 cats ready to hunt and kill (not taking sleeping cats into account) - if not all 5! So you can imagine the excitement every time it's heard, though oddly enough we only seem to hear him down here. We know he's there though, and while it'd be absolutely wrong to say we have a mouse problem because we don't, considering all the woods we have around us, an occasional mouse or two is to be expected. Honestly I'm hoping he finds his way down here - Nimbus has never seen a live mouse!
I just got done catching up on Nimbus' daily count sheet - I got myself a month behind! But I know where we've been heading and I really don't like it. But at least he's not pushing 200 yet *knock on wood* and hopefully will never see anywhere close to that ever again. I hate him going above 150 but sometimes it is inevitable. But every time he gets even close I'm watching closely for the first hints of an infection, because his body is likely to tell me before any external signs show up. I will NOT let him get that sick again. I fought like hell to get him properly diagnosed and treated the first time - never again. I can and will be brutally honest if necessary but fortunately he won the heart of his vet over as well. Right now I am just happy with the control we seem to have right now. I can't imagine this house without this monster sweetheart! Yes, he's expensive to take care of, but OMG it has been so worth it! To literally save your cat's life is precious in itself, to nurse him back from the brink to his typical self is just wonderful. He's never, ever been a happy cat, not that he doesn't feel it, he just never shows it! Even as a kitten, he was in such a hurry to be a big cat! It was his attempts at being big while dealing with the kitten curiousities that brought us humans the biggest laughs! The biting of everything from the desk chair to my foot was hilarious albeit painful! The running full-steam into a door, shaking it off, and tearing off the other way in chase of some either invisible or too-small-for-me-to-see bug was so hilarious it made stomachs hurt from the laughter! He was just a doll, and Jadzia couldn't have been a better mother. She put up with him following her everywhere from the moment he STARTED to get his eyesight, his little "fighting" antics, his escapes from the nest, and so much more. Curzon was - and is lol - an oddball. He's not Nimbus' daddy but yet he took on a very fatherly role, teaching the kit how to fight both offensively and defensively. It was only fitting too, because Curzon too stumbled with those big back feet when he was a kitten, and Nimbus was having a hard time figuring out what to do with them!
So anyways, I got sidetracked...
Nimbus' numbers aren't exactly where I'd like to see them but he's not showing any signs of lethargy or anything. He did worry us briefly by laying in front of the water bowl which he did all the time before he was diagnosed, but I chalk that up to Curzon probably hogging it and Nimbus just staking his claim. He's not been the most energetic ever since he got diagnosed with the heart condition years ago, but he can and will still run and play, he just learned how to moderate his play. I never have to tell him to rest, he will just stop and rest himself. I think he's totally focused on keeping himself in top health so he doesn't have to get pilled! The pills for the cardiomyapthy did seem to slow him down a little bit, and I'm not sure if that's normal, but he's barely been on them in the last two years. So long as the vet doesn't hear a murmur, we're going to probably keep him off so as to not screw up our delicate balance. The twins got in quite a vicious little spat earlier today, to the point Jadzia was backkicking Curzon in the throat trying to keep him from biting her! He doesn't seem to ever take heed of her hisses and growls. It almost seems to instigate him on even further. Nimbus sure did perk up but I think he was too comfy on Mr. Cat's binky to bother with breaking it up. Besides I was watching closely as Jadzia was pretty tightly backed into a spot that only she could get out of because of her size lol. But as odd as it was to see them go at it so ferociously, it was even more odd to just see them have a 15 second stare-down and then Curzon run away lol! But whatever was going on, the feelings are still a wee hurt as they won't lay anywhere close to each other, not even if they're on my lap! I have a feeling Curzon said something he shouldn't have lol...
So anyways I have to get going, because as this sends itself off to you, I shall be in the kitchen checking on the progress of my fish that is baking in the oven. I do hope it's done because I am getting hungry! And no, none for the kitties; it's already been salted and besides, no people food for the boy, no people food for the twins. It's only fair. When Nimbus is back regulated on the low end of normal, perhaps then a little treat. But not until then - I can't risk it right now, and he sure as heck can't afford the extra fight his body would have to go through on another infection or glucose spike. The boy has been through enough the last almost year and a half. Hopefully there'll be many, many more happy years full of kitty antics in this house, whatever shape it may take.