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Flock O' Fuzzies

The meanderings of two humans and their flock o' kitties

Updated: 2017-04-04T10:23:14.805-04:00


We're Still Alive


I just wanted to let you all know that we are all doing fine and well.  However, life happens and I've gotten too far behind on my writing.  To make things simplier for me, I'm going to be temporarily condensing everything into one blog.  If you want to check it out, head to A Crazy Cat's Life.  This is my main blog, which I am rekindling, and I'll be including some kitty stuff on it as well.

Thanks for reading!

Merry Kissymouse!


Hi all! We're sorry we haven't written in so long. Mommy has been really busy with all of her grading and final exams. Also we've had a few crises in the house. Fizzy has a really bad viral infection, Nermle had a ruptured abscess on his neck, and poor little Pookie has really bad diarrhea that we can't seem to get under control. Mommy has been running around giving everybody medicine and cleaning up poop all the time.

Anywho, we just wanted to wish everybody a very happy Kissymouse and hope that Santa gave you lots of treats and nip!

Ham Goodness


(image) Mommy was making a sandwich today and she gave us some of the ham left over from Thankgiving dinner. I never had ham before but I LOVE it! Daddy also gave us some of the fatty pieces and those were even better. We had to fight over them. Then while Mommy was sitting at her desk eating, she gave out even more ham!

Is today like some kind of holiday? If so, it should be celebrated by kitties around the world 'cause ham is really, really good.

Monkee Flinging Poo


(image) Mom made me go to the V-E-T yesterday. I should've known something was up when she locked me in the bedroom for a bit and then carried me downstairs. Once I saw the PTU (prisoner transport unit), I knew I was in trouble. I put up my best fight but you see, I haven't been feeling too well. I've had bad poo. I mean really bad. Mom was really worried about me so she wanted to get me checked out. The problem? I didn't leave a stool sample for her to bring to the V-E-T. I'm sorry, I'm not a poo-on-command type of guy.

Anyways, when we get to the V-E-T, I didn't want out of the PTU. Who does? We all know what's coming next: poking and prodding and getting suck with sharp needle thingies. Well, when Mom finally got me out of the PTU, I was not going to hold it in any long and pooed all over the place. This included on Mom, the V-E-T and his assistant. Yes, you can add in a monkey flinging poo joke here. I'm sorry but my tummy has been acting up and I was stuck in a PTU for hours [mom: a whole 15 minutes]. At least they got the stool sample they wanted so badly. I got a good laugh out of it 'cause they were swearing up a storm at the mess and the stink. Well, that's what they get for tormenting me.

I've got to remember this trick the next time I'm forced to go to the V-E-T.

Mom: Monkee is doing OK. The vet thinks he may have a form of IBS and gave him a cortisone shot to treat it. We'll see how he's doing over the next couple of days. Ironically, for a boy with bad poops, he managed to gain weight.

Happy Thanksgiving


Mommy said that today was a day of thanks and that we should think about the things we are thankful for. While there was some disagreement amongst us, we came up with a general list. Here they are:
  • Two humans who spoil us silly and give good scritches
  • Temptations treats (they are SOOOOO good)
  • All the cat toys, beds, and trees that are just for us
  • All of the brothers and sisters we have, even the annoying ones
  • A good home (most of us are no longer stuck in a shelter)
  • All of our friends out there who take the time to read this blog and put up with our sporadic and mostly crazy writing

We want to wish all the fuzzies and their humans out there (and maybe some doggies too) a very happy Turkey Day! Hopefully you'll all get some good leftovers to nom on.

I Has a Tail!



But Mooooom!


(image) Tao: Mommy, why can't I go into the bedroom?

Mom: Because we're keeping Pookie isolated until we know for sure she isn't sick.

Tao: But I miss sleeping under the covers with you at night. And it's been really cold.

Mom: I know sweetie. I miss it too, but it 's for the best. I don't want the rest of you getting sick. Plus think on the bright side, you'll have a new playmate.

Tao: OK. But I wanna meet her!

Pookie is doing fine but we still need to get her stool sample checked to make sure she doesn't have any intestinal parasites. Though she was dewormed, we've had other parasites come in through rescued cats and we don't want it to spread to the rest of the household. We tried to bring in a stool sample to the vet earlier this week but her poops were so small that they dried out almost immediately and could not be used. Other than that, she got a clean bill of health from the vet.

I have slowly done some introductions between her and Tao. He really is desperate to get back into the bedroom so I've been letting him in for about five minutes at a time. There was some initial hissing between the two of them but as they are both young they seem interested in each other as potential playmates. I'll keep you all updated as things go along.

Welcome Pookie!


As some of you may know, when Phoebe passed it left a gigantic gaping wound in my heart. She was a very special cat who I knew could never be replaced. Bear and I did talk about getting another cat. He was against it, saying that we had "too many." He did have a point in that we aren't sure if we're giving all of the current kitties enough attention even though we do try. I had basically accepted the fact that we would not get another cat.

This weekend we went to the local PetsMart to get our weekly supply of food and litter when we saw that one of our favorite rescue organizations was there with kittens. They were just packing up for the evening when I spotted two white kittens together and my heart just did a flip-flop. We had had two white Maine Coons in our lives, Moose and Boo, and I terribly missed having a white cat in the house. These two little ones were adorable, curled up together in the back of the cage. However, before I really had a chance to look at them, they were put in their crates and taken away for the night. Bear said that we could come back the next day to look at them.

We got off to a late start on Saturday but I knew that if the Fates meant us to have another kitten, one of the white ones would still be there. When we got to the pet store, the little white boy had already been adopted, leaving the little white girl. This worked out well as I had wanted a girl kitten anyways. After spending time with her in the adoption room, Bear agreed that we could adopt her.

Saturday afternoon turned into a bit of a nightmare. We were keeping the kitten isolated in the master bathroom but somehow the other cats knocked the door open, eating all the kitten food, and making a huge mess. The worst part? I couldn't find the kitten. I was frantically searching the entire house looking for this poor little girl. She's only eight weeks old so she is just a little baby and I couldn't even imagine how scared she was. Eventually, I found her wedged underneath the radiator in the bathroom behind the litter pan. How she got under there was beyond me but I was so elated to have found her.

Yesterday went a lot better. She had overcome her fear and was now being a typical kitten with all that little kitten energy. We've been playing with her in the bedroom and she is a little lovey. We'll start integrating her in the house once she gets check out with the vet. We know she is feline leukemia negative and has had worm and flea treatments but it's always a good idea to have her checked for other problems just in case.

And we think we've decided on a name: Pookie.



We gots about a foot of snow if not more yesterday. Luckily we had power but we lost da internets all day long and it just came back up. Mommy wanted to post some pictures of the snow to show you all what a winter wonderland we have here.

(image) Mommy says sorry about the screen being in the way. The screen door was frozen shut and she couldn't open it for the pictures.

Baby It's Cold Outside...


(image) Chloe: Mom will you turn on the heat. It's cold in here.

Mom: The heat is on.

Chloe: No it's not. The walls didn't make the gurgly sounds so that means you haven't turned the heat on yet.

Mom: Yes I did. It's just not cold enough for the heat to kick in yet.

Chloe: But it's supposed to snow today. A LOT! That means it's cold enough for the heat.

Mom: Sweetie, it's 72 degrees in here which means that it's warm enough.

Chloe: No it's not! If it got any colder in here I'd be forced to curl up with the other kitties for warmth and you know how much I hate them.

Mom: Suck it up.

Chloe: Bah.

Phoebe Passed This Morning


She took a turn for the worst last night and we knew she wasn't going to make it through the night. So Bear and I stayed up with her the entire night until she passed early this morning. At least she isn't in any more pain and can now play with her old buddies who passed before her.

We will miss you Phoebe. You were such a special cat.

Phoebe (2000-2011)

Some Good, Some Bad


(image) We did talk to the vet last night about Phoebe and got some good news. She hasn't developed hepatic lipidosis which in my mind is a Good Thing. However, we're still waiting to hear the results of the EPI test which probably won't be available until Tuesday. Personally I hate waiting but I guess it is all we can do for the time being. The vet did recommend some Hill's A/D to help her get eating again so we picked some of that up today. The only problem is finding Phoebe at the moment because she has managed to hide herself pretty well.

For the bad news, if the EPI test comes out negative, we won't be able to afford exploratory surgery or biopsies. The vet said it would run about $4,000 which we just don't have. The damage from the flooding in September wiped out our savings account plus we're not sure if it's worth it. If they do find cancer, the chemo treatments would run about $5,000 and we just don't have that kind of money. At least the vet understood this and didn't make us feel guilty for not going with the surgery. All we can do is try what we can with what we have and hopefully it'll be something as simple as the EPI which we can treat. I'll keep you all posted with news as we get it.


2011-10-20T21:14:16.779-04:00 Phoebe may not have cancer. It's been a roller coaster day so please bear with me.

After I read some of the comments from the last post I realized that a second opinion was a good idea. After talking things over with Bear we decided to go to the Oradell Animal Hospital. It's a good distance away from us but it is a top of the notch facility and they have specialists who could examine Phoebe and give us a diagnosis of something other than "it might be lymphoma."

So anyways, this evening we went to Oradell and saw an internist. She did another ultrasound. Guess what? She did not find a mass in Phoebe's intestine! There were a couple of things a bit suspicious in the ultrasound but none of them screamed "cancer." The internist thinks it might be something called Exocrine Pancreatic Insufficiency (EPI). This is easily treated with supplements. We'll know more tomorrow when the blood work comes in. If it's not that then we'll have to discuss other options like biopsies to see if it is cancer. I'm hoping it is as something as simple as EPI.

Phoebe Has Lymphoma


We got some sad news today from the vet. After doing some tests, the vet confirmed that Phoebe most likely has lymphoma and that is what has been causing her health issues over the past few months. As you can guess, we are distraught over this and are trying to make Phoebe as comfortable as possible. She still has the leaky diarrhea so we're giving her meds for that and we're also giving her predisone to help ease some of the symptoms of the lymphoma. Unfortunately, it's just a matter of time. She has a large tumor in her intestine and we honestly don't know how much longer she'll be with us. From what I gather, lymphoma is not a very forgiving cancer.

Phoebe is the first cat Bear and I got together so she holds a special place in our hearts. We went to an animal shelter about six months into our relationship because Bear wanted a cat that wasn't "my" cat but "our" cat. After searching through so many kitties, I came across Phoebe at a shelter about an hour away from us. She was six months old at the time. Nobody had adopted her because of a scar on her eye from an old ulcer which was a shame as she was the sweetest kitten I had ever met. It took three days to finally bring her home. The shelter folks were a bit leery about someone from so far away adopting one of their cats but we showed up everyday for three days to prove that we wanted this cat and we're willing to do whatever was necessary to bring her home. She has been a blessing ever since.

Phoebe is one of the most happy and affectionate cats I've ever met. She is the kind of cat that dogs are jealous of because her love knows no bounds. Everyone from the UPS man to the pizza delivery guy is greeted by her as she rubs in between their legs asking for pets. She literally loves everyone and everything. I remember when we were living in an apartment and the super came to fix the stove. Phoebe would not leave his side and kept on demanding attention from him. The poor guy was finally forced to stop what he was doing and pet her.

Phoebe has also been the "go to" cat whenever my depression acts up or we've had a bad day. Like most cats, she has a good intuition in knowing when we are down or need some "pets" of our own. She would be the first cat to be with us and would plop down on her back. All it takes is a few rubs of the precious Phoebe belly and all worries or sads slowly disappear. Once she was done with her work, she would simple curl up around us all content, purring away.

Phoebe is definitely a special cat. I just hope that she holds on as long as she can but I know that her quality of life is the most important. I just never thought I would have to make this decision so soon in her life as she is only eleven years old.

I'm Sick Again


(image) This morning I woke up Mommy and Daddy with some really bad poopies. Well, I wouldn't describe them as poopies as it was mostly water and mucus. Gross, I know. Mommy called up the V-E-T to make an emergency appointment today so I got packed up in the PTU. The V-E-T is a really nice guy (Mommy calls him a "kid" as he's really young) but he was flabbergasted with what happened and how it occurred all of a sudden. He thinks it might be my toxoplasmosis acting up so he put me back on the antibiotics I hate so much. I still have the bad poopies and have had to endure two baths already today. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

We Did It Again...


...we missed yet another important day on the cat blogosphere. Fighting cancer is a big thing to our whole entire family. Our mommy's parents both survived skin cancer and our great aunt Marion survived breast cancer not just once but twice! We've also lost some dear dear friends of ours: Ayla, the grumpy old girl whose life was cut short by squamous cell carcinoma, and Bomber, who passed away at the young age of 11 from intestinal cancer. Mommy is upset that she lost the photos of Bomber when her last hard drive crashed but she did find a beautiful picture of Ayla when she was just a youngin' over on her blog:

Ayla the Grump

P.S. We really can't blame the humans for missing this day because they've been so busy with the repairs to the living room. On Saturday, a nice guy from the Small Business Administration stopped by to do an estimate for a disaster loan. Mommy and Daddy cannot afford all the repairs that will be needed so a loan will help out a lot. We found out that there is a crack in the concrete slab that our house sits on and that was probably where all of the water came in. That is fixable but will be really expensive. Plus a huge chunk of the drywall needs to come out as well. We're hoping the loan will be able to cover all of the stuff that needs fixing.

Poor Loki


We had to bring Loki to the vet this morning to get a steroid shot. The poor guy is suffering from some really bad allergy attacks. His eyes are all puffed up and he's scratching his ears and neck up pretty badly. We're used to seeing this in the spring but not so much in the fall. We think that because of the flooding there might be extra mold floating around in the house aggravating his allergies. I just feel so sorry for him because he looks so miserable. I'm just hoping that the shot works for him this time around. We've thought about taking him to an allergist but the nearest one is over an hour away and he does not travel well. Just going to the vet, which is only five minutes away, causes him to drool quite a bit and that is usually paired with peeing or pooping or both. Though if these symptoms keep up I think we'll have to bring him to an allergist. I just hate seeing him suffer so.

As for the living room, we had FEMA come in to assess the damage and we ended up getting a small part covered. It was only 1/3 of the cost of the actual cleanup but that was better than nothing. I have to give kudos to FEMA. They had assessed us and paid out within a week of applying. I never expected the federal government to work so quickly.

Another Update


(image) The Mommy finally gots to talk to the insurance people yesterday and they are being big poopie heads. It seems that we don't have flood insurance so they won't cover the damage from the flooding. This means that Mommy and Daddy will have to pay for everything out of pocket which is going to be kind of rough for us 'cause Mommy is only working part-time now. Mommy did apply to FEMA for assistance so she hopes that they'll get some money from them to help cover some of the repairs.

Mommy is kind of looking at this as a blessing in disguise. She has wanted to redo the living room floor for a while now as the carpet was really cheap and ugly. Now she wants to redo it with something more durable. Daddy wants more carpeting but Mommy's afraid of another flood that would ruin that again. Instead she wants tile floors 'cause they are durable enough for us kitties. However, tile is really expensive. I personally love the carpet 'cause I can use it like a scratching post but I don't think that argument is going to sway her over. What do you guys think? Tile or carpet?

Omelet Goodness


(image) Chloe: So the Mommy was eating an omelet this morning. You see, I LOVE human food and I always try to steal it from her. Daddy is harder to steal from but Mommy is SO easy. She always lets me sit on her desk when she's eating so all I have to do is wait until she turns around for a sec and then BAM! Food is mine. I love watching her to try and get all mad at me and all huffy and stuff but she's too slow to catch me. I just run away with the food in my mouth MOL'ing all along the way.

Mommy: I want to thank you all for the well-wishes and sympathy. It was hard losing all of that stuff but that's just it. It's stuff. We were a lot better off than some of the others in our community. One inch of water can be very destructive but eight feet of it is a lot worse. Our living room is still in a shambles but at least the carpet has been taken out and the walls have dried. And as for the books? Well, I've been meaning to convert them all over to e-book format and now is as good a time as any. I'm just thankful that we all are OK.

An Update


(image) Mommy, Daddy, and Uncle Russ worked really hard this weekend to get out all of the boxes from the living room. As I mentioned in my last post, Mommy was really sad that she lost so many books but when she went through them all she cried. She didn't realize just how many books were destroyed and that gave her the major sads. We tried to comfort her but we weren't allowed outside while they were sorting through all of the boxes. They had to throw away about twenty good size boxes of books that were water damaged plus a whole bunch of other stuff.

Then yesterday, the ServPro people came. They are specialists in removing water damaged stuff. Mommy and Daddy were a bit miffed 'cause nobody told them when they were coming and had woken them up. The ServPro people were nice though. They gave us lots of pets and weren't scared of us. Then they went on to remove the carpeting and padding and stuff. Mommy didn't get the sads about this 'cause she has been wanting to replace the carpeting for a while now. The whole process took about three hours and the men left a bunch of fans and a really big dehumidifier behind to finish up the drying process. One of the guys sprayed down this nasty smelling fungicide that is really bothering Mommy. She jokes that she needs to put some Ben Gay--whoever that is--under her nose to help get rid of the smell.

We're really not sure what to make of all of this. The fans are kind of scary but what's even more scary is that our downstairs stinky pans are gone. Mommy sad that she had to throw them out 'cause the water might have contaminated them. This means all of us have to share ONE litter pan. This is why I said it was scary. Mommy's good at cleaning it out and all but what happens if two of us need to poop at the same time? I don't want to poop on Tao by accident (like I almost did last night). Mommy says that she'll get another litter pan tonight and put that in the downstairs bathroom. I hope she does. I'd really not like to see a poop-covered Tao if I can help it.

I'll leave this off with a funny. Bailey (the big fat Maine Coon) sat on Mommy's little USB receiver for her wireless keyboard and mouse and BROKE it. MOL! That girl seriously needs to lose some weight. And they make fun of me for being fat.

Flooding is Bad


(image) We thought we were lucky to have no real damage after Hurricane Irene went through but with all the rain we've been having Mother Nature finally decided to pay us a visit. Our entire lower level where the living room is located is now under an inch of water. Mommy discovered it when she went down there to clean the stinky pans and her feet went squish. This is not a Good Thing as not only are our stinky pans down there but there are lots of boxes with Mommy and Daddy's books in them. They are now all ruined. :(

Mommy did call up the 'surance company to make sure we had coverage and called up some people to get the water out. She warned us that there will be lots of men with very loud machines in the house in the next couple of days to get rid of all of the water. We're also going to lose the nice soft carpeting that was down as well as all the boxes that were fun to play on. This is a sad day. At least we're all OK which is all that matters but Mommy is still has sads about the books.

Happy Labor Day!


(image) Da Mommy and da Daddy are busy today cleaning the house. The weather is too yucky outside to do something more along the lines of a BBQ or going to the pool. While the Mommy was cleaning, she found a DVD labeled "fuzzy photos" and guess what? There were lots of old fuzzy pictures on them. She found one of me and Loki from when we were kittens. We were about a year old in this picture and we were already showing signs of how big we were going to get. Well, at least Loki. I'm still about the same size I was when I was that age. Loki, though, became a moose. I still have the poof around my neck too.


Why Won't They Leave Me Alone?


(image) Mommy sometimes thinks I would have been better off as an only cat. You see, I don't get along well with most of the other kitties. It's not my fault though. The boys, like Monkee and Nermle, are constantly chasing me around and trying to bite me in the butt. Of course I'm going to screech and yowl whenever they come near me 'cause I know what they are going to do. At first Daddy used to yell at me then he realized what a pain in the tushie the boys were being. Now he threatens to lock Monkee up in the bathroom whenever he starts up trouble. Trust me that's a big deal 'cause Monkee hates being locked up in there (yes, he gets in trouble lots). At least Mommy knows I'm a good kitty and she treats me really special. I like to sit on her desk all day long so I can get pets and belly rubs.

Formerly Feral Friday


Here is Chloe just chilling out on the TV stand above the air conditioner. It's one of her favorite spots as it's in my office which means it's near me. She is definitely a momma's girl.

Update on Phoebe


(image) As many of you asked, here's what happened at the V-E-T last night: I got lots of treats! They were nummy too. The nice assistant said that when humans give blood they get cookies and OJ so why shouldn't I get treats?

Wait...what? Oh besides the treats? I got poked and prodded and Dr. Country Bob took out some blood. He was rather baffled by what happened to me in Cape Cod but he has a good theory as to why things happened. Before we went up to the Cape, I had a couple of cortisone shots. I had been having bad poopies and vomits and Dr. Country Bob thought I had something called Irritable Bowel Syndrome, hence the shots. However, now he thinks that I might have had some kind of infection in my system because for a long time I had a high white cell count. Everybody thought it was just a chronic infection but now Dr. Country Bob thinks it might be along the lines of toxoplasmosis or some other type of infection that messes with my immune system. When he gave me the steroid shots that just lowered my immune system even farther and screwed me up. This may be why I had a seizure and then lost my motor control 'cause they both corresponded with the shots. For this he's going to keep me on clindamycin for thirty days, which is the standard treatment for toxoplasmosis.

There was another thing Dr. Country Bob was worried about: my red blood cell count. It was down to 14% (normal is above 29%) when I was up at the Cape. The V-E-T up there mentioned a blood transfusion but didn't push that issue. Dr. Country Bob took more blood and I was up to 24%. He is going to check me again in two weeks. He thinks that what ever caused the other problems also caused the red blood cell count to go down.

And just an FYI, I don't blame Dr. Country Bob for any of this. He couldn't have known I had an underlying problem. Toxoplasmosis wasn't even considered an option 'cause I never went outside and never ate raw meat. None of the other cats in the household have either. Also, I am doing considerably better than I was last week. Hopefully my good progress will continue.