I’ve been so busy growing that I’ve forgotten to tell you guys what is going on.
Absolutely nothing! I’ve been a bit sneezy lately, but Heather (and the vet) both think that I’ve got a tickly nose. I’ve recently learned to get on the kitchen counters- that doesn’t make Heather too happy. She’s worried I’ll try and get on the stove when it’s hot.
Belle is leaving soon, or she’s supposed to. She’s one of the cats that lives with us, but she’s the cat of a friend of Heather’s and to be honest, Belle isn’t very nice. She doesn’t get along with any of us! Well, she’s going to Heather’s friend’s sister, which is a good thing. She’ll be happier is she doesn’t have to share toys and cushions and stuff. Belle is ‘almost’ nice to me, but mostly, she just ignores me. Fifi and Stella both hiss at me a lot, but they’ll play with me while they’re hissing. I think they’re strange.
After I got home from surgery. I was so groggy & tired, I just wanted a cuddle. Heather and the kiddo cuddled me all night- Heather didn’t like that my purr button was broken. I purr pretty much all the time, I’m not sure how to stop.
I finally started again about Midnight and after a good night sleep, I’ve been cranked up to ELEVEN and back to my usual self since.
and Purridos came through with flying colours.
He’s still very groggy tonight, and he’s been hiding out under my bed or under the kiddo’s bed. Poor guy.
I hate when they come home from the vet after anesthesia, because it temporarily breaks their purr button. Purridos, like Littleman, purrs pretty much constantly and it’s weird, and mildly disconcerting to hear him NOT purr.
Fifi’s been doing some run by hissings, but Belle, Stella and Buddha have just been ignoring him- which is good.
I hope the little purr monster is back to at least 85% tomorrow.
Purridos is being neutered this morning…… I’m nervous.
Last cat I had in for surgery (granted it was an emergency surgery- Littleman had a UTI and was blocked), didn’t come home. He threw a clot in recovery, had a heart attack and died. I STILL miss him and it’s been just over 2 years. Littleman was a very special cat in more ways than one. He was a little derpy, but he was the sweetest, weirdest, most loveable cat I’ve ever know and I’ve know, and been owned by, LOTS of cats in my lifetime. He was a Meth lab rescue, so godonlyknows what he’d been exposed to before we got him. Or what damage it had done to him.
I absolutely believe that Littleman sent Purridos into my building at work to find me. Yes, I’m weird. No, I don’t care. I’ll believe what I want ; )
Anywho…. Purridos is in A+ health and the little monster weighs 10lbs 13 oz, so let’s just call him an 11lb beast! 11lbs at 8 months old? He’s going to be GIGANTIC. Poor thing was pretty scared. He was good on the short car ride there, just curled up in the very back of the kennel on my shirt and a fluffy bath towel. Might have been a mistake to put one of my brand new towels in there, but oh well. When I got him out at the vet, he just held onto me for dear life, put his head in my hair and hid- like he did when he first came home. I felt bad leaving him. He’s SO getting extra super duper cuddle time tonight.
I can call the vet in about an hour to see how he’s doing in recovery and I’ve not heard from them so NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS.
to get neutered.
Heather is a little worried, but only because the last time she had a cat into the vet for surgery (he had a UTI and was blocked), the cat died in recovery. He had a heart attack- and he was a young guy, too (just past his 2nd birthday)…. but not as young as me. He’d also been rescued from a Meth lab, so who knows what kinds of crazy stuff he’d been exposed to before she rescued him.
I’m sure I’ll come through with flying colours. I think she just needs something to worry about. =^..^=
The kiddo’s favourite stuffed friend in the entire world is Choco- they guy hiding next to me in the bits of the Christmas tree. We’ve decided we’re buddies, and we go on adventures… and kiddo gets SO MAD when she can’t find Choco (because we’re hiding).
She’s even taken to putting him on top of the television in the living room, because she thinks I can’t get up there.
HA! I’m going to rescue my buddy! =^..^=