I swear that animals will be the death of me.
After almost a week at the vet's due to severe constipation (don't ask), my cat Midas has racked up a whopping $327.81 vet bill.
Looming unemployment and now MORE debt.
Jesus take the wheel.
Showing posts with label Cat(s). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cat(s). Show all posts
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Potpourri
Take a little time to remember, reflect and celebrate those people that didn’t come home from work six years ago today.
In a few hours I’m getting a new member of the household, his name is Midas and he’ll be my new cat. Or should I say I’ll be his new girl.
I was given the green light by the Chicago Anti-Cruelty Society yesterday in an application process that would put the FBI to shame; the only thing I didn’t have to do is take a drug test and get hooked up to a lie detector.
But you do need to protect the furry ones from the nut cases of the world.
The transportation department came out yesterday and marked off the crappy sidewalks on the north side of the street. I’m almost reluctant to believe it, but I finally think after all of these years of pissing and moaning that the sidewalks across the street are about to be redone.
In a few hours I’m getting a new member of the household, his name is Midas and he’ll be my new cat. Or should I say I’ll be his new girl.
I was given the green light by the Chicago Anti-Cruelty Society yesterday in an application process that would put the FBI to shame; the only thing I didn’t have to do is take a drug test and get hooked up to a lie detector.
But you do need to protect the furry ones from the nut cases of the world.
The transportation department came out yesterday and marked off the crappy sidewalks on the north side of the street. I’m almost reluctant to believe it, but I finally think after all of these years of pissing and moaning that the sidewalks across the street are about to be redone.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
The Refrigerator
I came home a few weeks ago to an unexpected surprise.
My cat Jack had somehow gotten into the refrigerator and pulled out a majority of it’s contents, ate and scattered them hither and yon, then proceeded to leave the door open so all of the contents inside warmed up to salmonella breeding temperatures.
Actually that’s not true---the contents and the open refrigerator themselves were down right hot. So much so that the closed freezer above started to warm up and its contents were mere hours away from turning into mush themselves.
Needless to say that all of my dairy products had to meet Mr. Trash Can.
I was not a happy camper.
One of the unfortunate results of Jack’s tumor is that more than likely it’s pressing into his stomach and making eating and digestion generally uncomfortable for him.
Since he’s not getting any nutrition his fur is falling out in droves.
He can barely keep any type of food down.
When his dry food became too much for his stomach, he simply stopped eating. I switched to a wet food and he ate it but quickly became disenchanted.
I truly don’t know if it was the food, the flavor or that he can’t eat as much as he’d like in any one sitting.
Throwing up is seemingly a daily occurrence for my friendly furry man.
He barely eats anything but still has an appetite.
That got me to thinking that he can’t be that far gone with this cancer thing if he still wants to eat.
So like the good cat mother I try to be I started feeding him people and baby food.
Cooked turkey sausage, Gerber chicken stix & meat stix, tuna---you name it I tried to feed it to him.
Now he’d eat his new meals for a day or two---just long enough to fool me into thinking that I’d found the solution. And then as suddenly as he’d start eating, he’d stop.
The last time he went to the vet a few weeks ago he weighed less than 10 pounds. I’m sure that number has gone down as well.
So imagine my surprise when I found steaks on the living room carpet.
Who knew a cancer ridden cat with one eye and mangy looking fur could pull multiple steaks out of the frig?
At this point you’re probably wondering how the cat got into the refrigerator in the first place.
Rushing to get out of the house one morning, I may have not fully closed the door as I grabbed my yogurt on the way to the train.
All Jack had to do was slip a well placed paw into even the tiniest gap and pop that bad boy open.
The rest you already know.
He may not be long for this world but at least he’s going out fighting.
My cat Jack had somehow gotten into the refrigerator and pulled out a majority of it’s contents, ate and scattered them hither and yon, then proceeded to leave the door open so all of the contents inside warmed up to salmonella breeding temperatures.
Actually that’s not true---the contents and the open refrigerator themselves were down right hot. So much so that the closed freezer above started to warm up and its contents were mere hours away from turning into mush themselves.
Needless to say that all of my dairy products had to meet Mr. Trash Can.
I was not a happy camper.
One of the unfortunate results of Jack’s tumor is that more than likely it’s pressing into his stomach and making eating and digestion generally uncomfortable for him.
Since he’s not getting any nutrition his fur is falling out in droves.
He can barely keep any type of food down.
When his dry food became too much for his stomach, he simply stopped eating. I switched to a wet food and he ate it but quickly became disenchanted.
I truly don’t know if it was the food, the flavor or that he can’t eat as much as he’d like in any one sitting.
Throwing up is seemingly a daily occurrence for my friendly furry man.
He barely eats anything but still has an appetite.
That got me to thinking that he can’t be that far gone with this cancer thing if he still wants to eat.
So like the good cat mother I try to be I started feeding him people and baby food.
Cooked turkey sausage, Gerber chicken stix & meat stix, tuna---you name it I tried to feed it to him.
Now he’d eat his new meals for a day or two---just long enough to fool me into thinking that I’d found the solution. And then as suddenly as he’d start eating, he’d stop.
The last time he went to the vet a few weeks ago he weighed less than 10 pounds. I’m sure that number has gone down as well.
So imagine my surprise when I found steaks on the living room carpet.
Who knew a cancer ridden cat with one eye and mangy looking fur could pull multiple steaks out of the frig?
At this point you’re probably wondering how the cat got into the refrigerator in the first place.
Rushing to get out of the house one morning, I may have not fully closed the door as I grabbed my yogurt on the way to the train.
All Jack had to do was slip a well placed paw into even the tiniest gap and pop that bad boy open.
The rest you already know.
He may not be long for this world but at least he’s going out fighting.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
The Catwalk
Last night amid TGIF frivolity I receive a phone call from my neighbor.
Neighbor: “I have your cat.”
WW: “Excuse me?”
Neighbor: “I have your cat. I found him on my front porch.”
This is a conversation I have with my neighbors at least once every summer so I didn’t think it was so unusual.
Neighbor: “I’ll return him to you in a temporary carrier that I have but I have no idea
how he got over here.”
WW: “Oh he just got up and walked over.”
I could imagine the look of puzzlement on her face.
I live on the third floor of a one hundred plus year old building. If you saw the pictures of the flowers you know that I have a front porch. On occasion if I leave Jack unattended and he get bored, he just takes a little walk across to the neighboring balconies just to see what’s going on.
Oh yeah---the walk is about fifty feet off the ground on a narrow ledge. He’s a cat, apparently he can handle the stroll.
My question is how in God’s name did he get out on the porch?
I could have sworn that I did a visual check of his whereabouts before I left yesterday morning.
Then of course he probably followed me out as I checked the weather from the porch and I didn’t know he was out there.
That’s the only way I can imagine that this whole thing happened.
But I am referring to the animal that somehow got into my refrigerator and pulled food out to see what he could eat.
I wound up with a steak on my dinning room carpet. But that is another blog entry for another time.
For a cat that is very sick with cancer he still finds ways to amaze me.
Neighbor: “I have your cat.”
WW: “Excuse me?”
Neighbor: “I have your cat. I found him on my front porch.”
This is a conversation I have with my neighbors at least once every summer so I didn’t think it was so unusual.
Neighbor: “I’ll return him to you in a temporary carrier that I have but I have no idea
how he got over here.”
WW: “Oh he just got up and walked over.”
I could imagine the look of puzzlement on her face.
I live on the third floor of a one hundred plus year old building. If you saw the pictures of the flowers you know that I have a front porch. On occasion if I leave Jack unattended and he get bored, he just takes a little walk across to the neighboring balconies just to see what’s going on.
Oh yeah---the walk is about fifty feet off the ground on a narrow ledge. He’s a cat, apparently he can handle the stroll.
My question is how in God’s name did he get out on the porch?
I could have sworn that I did a visual check of his whereabouts before I left yesterday morning.
Then of course he probably followed me out as I checked the weather from the porch and I didn’t know he was out there.
That’s the only way I can imagine that this whole thing happened.
But I am referring to the animal that somehow got into my refrigerator and pulled food out to see what he could eat.
I wound up with a steak on my dinning room carpet. But that is another blog entry for another time.
For a cat that is very sick with cancer he still finds ways to amaze me.
Monday, February 06, 2006
99 Problems
As if I don't have enough to deal with day to day I now found out that my cat Jack has lymphosarcoma.
Apparently I'm getting some major karma for some shit I pulled in the past.
Apparently I'm getting some major karma for some shit I pulled in the past.
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