8 posts tagged “ciara”
...continues.
So her bone biopsies (2 of them) came back as more-or-less normal. Last one was last month, and I'm not putting her through another surgery. We figured she was fine- the x-rays showed no progression over the past few months, and she wasn't limping. Cool. End of story, the cat has a weird bump on her leg, but it's no big deal. Right?
Or not.
She started limping again on Monday. Got worse, spoke to RV on Wednesday, who said put her back on Metacam for a week, see how it goes. She didn't respond to the once a day dose of Metacam, and I talked to RV again on Friday, who bumped her up to twice a day dosing, and we took another x-ray on Saturday. More progression, new focal point. *sigh* So now we're thinking it's a fungal infection- I got her with that fungal infection on her ear, which was treated but...
I need to talk with RV and Tammy more closely when Tammy comes back on Tuesday. The treatment is expensive,($100/bottle- which is OK, if I only need one bottle) protracted, and difficult. She's perfectly happy, eating, attacking the dog, purring, and not limping on twice daily Metacam. She's maybe not zooming around the house as much as she had been, but that's about it.
Somewhere along the way, I got attached to this cat. She drove me absolutely insane the first few months, but she's mellowed considerably in the past 6 months, and she's sweet, friendly, and has a fantastic purr. She still has her "bitch fits" every once in awhile, but they're few and far between. I'm just not sure what to do. If the treatment is going to take the year that I'm reading it could on veterinarypartner.com, I just can't do it. She's a pain in the butt to get blood from, and we'd have to do monthly bloodwork to make sure the drugs weren't screwing with her renal values, which also adds up. But I'd hate to just sit on my hands and do nothing and watch her decline when a treatment is available. If it had been cancer, I was good with letting her go when she got too painful. She's not a cat I'm gonna put through an amputation. This is in that "grey area" of decisions that I HATE, because there is no clear answer.
*sigh* I need to talk to the Drs. I'm leaning towards euthanasia, but I don't know all the facts yet and I don't want to jump to conclusions.
But seriously... what is it with me and my pets?! A fungal infection like this? Is *extremely* rare. I don't usually ask this, but... why me? And why her?
So, and update or two before I LEAVE FOR THE REUNION!!! *serious dancing*
*ahem* I leave for the reunion tomorrow. Gonna stop by Katie's and spend the night, then we're both headed out the next morning. Gonna pick up LOTS of wine from the Marietta Wine Cellars (whoo!) and enjoy the evening. Saturday will be crazed, but fun.
In other news, the cat had her bone biopsy last Tuesday. Got the results Monday... and we know not much more than we did before. The sample we got was necrotic bone. >.< Secondary thing. So we know *something* is happening, we just don't know what. Same as before. Oh well. Gonna try her off the pain meds and see how she does. Took some x-rays before we did the surgery, and it hasn't progressed much at all since the last rads, so... we'll see.
Hmm... bummed Tracy's leaving the clinic. Massive suckage. Just found out today.
Not much else.
The cat just swiped an orange peel. *sigh*
Too bad I never feed her, right?
I would like to report that the cat fence was a success. I almost thought it wasn't going to be.
Started it on the lowest setting. Nothing
Jumped it up a notch. Nothing.
One more time. Nothing.
Last setting. By now, I'm swearing and cursing my stupidity for buying the damn thing. 'cause there's no reaction. She's sharpening her damn claws on my kitchen rug, for chrissakes!
I turn around to turn the stupid thing off, and the cat goes apeshit. I'm thinking the collar wasn't quite contacting skin before. She did pretty much what I thought she was gonna do, which was jump around and try to rip it off. I'm glad she cottoned on to the fact that she needs to leave *NOW* and freaked out of the room. I feel bad about it, but tough nookies. She's been pissing me off about the kitchen more than making me glad I have a cat, and I can't live with a cat like that. Hopefully this continues to work and I can have my kitchen back, and I can stop locking the cat in various rooms.
Ok, normally, I'm a very calm, patient person.
Stop laughing. I really am.
But this cat is driving me into a rage. She simply *cannot stand* the idea that the pantry is there, and she's not allowed in it. I was just letting her try to raid it before, 'cause she wasn't doing any damage. There really isn't anything thrilling in the pantry aside from the dog cookies. Then she started breaking into the bags of noodles. *Noodles!* So I got tired of yanking her out of the pantry and balanced the other baby gate over top the one that's permanently screwed into the wall. That worked for about a day. There's a grand total of 2 inches of space that I can't keep covered, and somehow she gets in. She's. making. me. CRAZY.
I asked Ted if I could get a door put up into the pantry. Screw it, I've had enough.
See if I do the nice thing for WCHS cats again. Damned animal.
My cat is a lemon. Can I take her back?
So the cat that I thought just had a little fungal infection also has a pancreatic insufficiency. Yay, Pancreazyme. So, she's on a powder for who knows how long in both meals, and she can't have dry food anymore. Not a big deal, but I got way more than I bargained for with this cat. It should, however, help with the cat shit of DOOM. Holy gods, this cat stinks right now. And she poops *so* frequently. I've gone through more plastic grocery bags in 2 weeks than I have in the past 2 years, using 'em for cat box clean up.
Whoo.
Bored. Resisting sleep.
So the kitten is rude, feisty, and very much her own cat. But she still purrs like a motor (right up until she turns around and bites you) and she's still fairly sweet, so I guess she can stay. ;) Even when she's mad at me (which happens pretty frequently... I don't back down from her brat fits) she doesn't bite hard, and she knows when she's crossed a line. Snot. She still eats like she hasn't ever seen food, and now she's on 3V liquid for her coat and diarsanyl for her every so lovely diarrhea. I'm guessing her gut is finally going "ACK! New food gotta SHIIIIIIT!!!" so I'm really not worried about it, but damn. Whew. She chased me out of my bedroom last night with the smell. Slept on the futon, which is damned uncomfortable, btw. But better than the stench. She's getting spayed, microchipped, and rechecked on Tuesday, hopefully she gets cleared so I can really snuggle with her, and stop applying the meds.
In other news, I'm gonna be getting paid to ride Chery's 2 year old reiner over the winter, she's scared of him. Gonna take a lesson with her trainer, and then I can ride her other reiner too, which should be fun. I was *this close* to quitting (boooooooored) then she came to me and brought that up today. If nothing else, it'll keep me sharp. Ponies that can move=good!
Speaking of MOVE IT MOVE IT, I miss my Hoochie. She was always around when I needed a friend to goof off with or commiserate with... or drink with. We "get" each other, we're on the same wavelength, and man do I miss that. I miss being able to go to someone and just give them a look, and have 'em offer whatever it is I need, be it wine, chocolate, girly movies, or just an ear to bend. She was there for me when I had to load Stripes on the trailer, knew when I needed to be left alone, and when I seriously needed a drink. Man, I miss her. Gotta get out there for a visit.
Oh, and SANDRA AND PAT ARE COMING FOR THANKSGIVING!!! WHOO!! I get to have friends for awhile! *dancedancedance*
...and most of 'em work at our clinic.
Including me. >.<
Meet Ciara (KEER-a) She's a young DSH, not sure how old, but younger than a year, I think.She was dropped off by the local shelter for euthanasia due to ringworm. We've had a lot of cats come from them lately for this, and it's bugged me every time. I got tired of it. I had to move this cat into the barn, and when I picked up the box, she started PURRING. Her motor sure works. I was just gonna ignore the case when it came in (that's how I keep from blowing my lid) but the person didn't know where to put the cat, so I ended up doing it. That was early afternoon. It bugged me all day, until 5:30 rolled around and I couldn't take it anymore. So now I have this seriously sweet cat (with a quirk or two) with ringworm on the tip of one ear. She's currently curled up next to me on the chair cleaning herself. The purr only stops to hiss at the dog or while she's grooming. She's got a bit of a 'tude, but OMG the sweet. You can kinda see the white on her chest in the photo, and she has a thin line of tortie coloring up her throat onto her chin.
She's not too worried about the dog, he just freaks her out when he's standing over her trying to get her to play. She eats like she hasn't seen food *EVAR* and she's a pretty serious snuggler. And, as it turns out, she's a licker, too. Just cute. She's gonna need everything, but that's ok. Gonna schedule her spay ASAP, prolly start her shots tomorrow. Man I missed having a cat in the house.
