The post before this one was supposed to post this morning, but somehow it got saved instead of future published when I loaded it up last night. PFT. But at least it's up!
The latest poll is about to end, and it only has THREE votes! C'mon I know there's more of you reading than that! Once the poll closes (and I get around to it), I'm going to start working on the next remodel - birthday themed as Nimbus will turn 8 at the end of next month. *pout* I can't believe my wee itty little baby's almost 8 - much less that he's the biggest, fattest, strongest, yet sweetest cat here!
Jadzia had a barf fest this morning - but not food, more like food colored water. I have no idea what brought it on, but that poor girl must've barfed almost a dozen times within a few hours' span. Luckily, some milk and a wee belly rub fixed that. Sheesh! Glad I couldn't get back to sleep this morning!
Nimbus' condition hasn't changed, for the better or worse. He has yet to get below 5 1/4 units, and even then that usually only lasts a day or two before I have to bump him back up to 5 1/2. I noticed too that the night that I forgot to feed them before I went to bed (they only went a couple hours without food, sheesh, not like they were whithering away to nothing, contrary to what they might say), that lack in food helped Nimbus come down a wee bit. Now I'm not about to starve my cat just to get the numbers I want. But it makes it plainly clear how dangerous him getting a hold of any other food - especially their old cat food - could and probably would kill him quickly. The twins would adjust just fine as their pancreas' work just fine.
I can't believe either how much the Boo wanted to play yesterday morning - unfortunately as I was about to leave for work. I wish I could get him that playful when I WASN'T on my way out the door. KarenJo and Herman's recent post made me giggle because that is so Nimbus too at times - doesn't want to play at the same time as me!
I'm so happy to hear how well Herman - and Petie too - are doing. It's always stressful when you have a sick kitty, especially like in Petie's case it seemingly comes out of nowhere. Sure we can't save every cat (even some of the sweetest cats just aren't meant to be here long sadly), but we got to try. And even those we can't save (like my wee angel Snowflake) can teach us lessons that will help us save other cats later on. Ok, ok, Snowflake was NOT a wee cat. MOL he was at least as big as Nimbus, probably longer, though not as fat. But don't take that the wrong way. If Snowflake didn't have FIV and those two got into it, I'd have to call it a tie. Yes, Snow was a rescued stray bad***, but Snow didn't have an answer for bunnykicks, much less for Nimbus' tree-sloth claws! The scales would tip in Nimbus' favor the moment mama got involved, never mind Curzon. As sweet as she is, make no mistake: Jadzia is the meanest, roughest, toughest sweetheart you'll ever know. All ladycat, that's for sure!
There hasn't been any naughtiness around here - too much, except Curzon barfing on Mr. Cat's shoes! Luckily I'm used to cleaning up CurryBarf, and shoes are a lot easier than some of the other stuff he's barfed on! I remember the time he barfed on my dress shoes - INSIDE! OMC that took me forever and a very disgusting hand to get it all out from the toe of the shoe! ICK! (Hmmm, can I even still fit my feet into those shoes? I'll have to find out MOL!)
This week should be a wee easier on me, as a different boss made my hunting schedule for this upcoming week, and it's a wee easier on me than normal. I think it's time too, because, after all I ain't getting any younger!
So that's all for now from here. Don't forget to catch up if you missed the earlier post, and don't forget the poll! And Happy Independence Day from all of us to all of you!
TSB
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