Why My 11th Birthday Sucked, By Diamond Doggie

Not the Birthday Hat I had in Mind...

Hey kitties. Diamond Doggie here. Two and a half weeks ago I went outside for my morning inspection of the yard and saw an introoder in my territory. I ran to chase the introoder and popped my knee. Ouch! That bought me a trip to the vet. Guess what I did? I tore my doggie ACL. Which means that I bought myself a longer trip to Columbus Ohio to a place called MedVet. They took pictures of my leg - not only did I tear my ACL, but I had a Luxating Patella! Mommy had a consultation with a doggie orthopedic surgeon - Dr. Kennedy. He's a very nice guy, but look what he did to me! I'm a mess! I have a big boo-boo on my leg and I have to wear the cone of shame so I don't mess with my boo-boo. I hate it!
I had my surgery on April 25th. I got to come home the next day. I have to do exercises and take all sorts of medicine. I turned 11 years old on May the 1st. I spent my birthday at the shelter with Auntie Megan (she works there and took me to work with her), That's because the 'rents had the nerve to go on vacation! She took very good care of me, but it wasn't much of a birthday.
The 'rents have been home since last Friday and tomorrow I go back to my regular vet for a check up. I also managed to get a fluid sac on my boo-boo, so that's slowed down my recovery. AND I got bopped in the eye by some kitty around the time of my popped knee and have a prolapsed eye.
The only good thing is that I get a lot of treats when I have to take my medicines and Daddy has slept downstairs with me every night.
I could use some good vibes - this has been a no good, very bad birthday.
OH - and the 'rents say that I have a new name - "New Fence". They say that's my new name because that's what it cost for me to have my surgery. Funny, real funny. Sigh...

The Rudy Report

I still hate the medicine!

Happy Holidays kitties! It's me! RUDY! with your Rudy Report! I am very happy to report that I am still hanging in here. I'm at about 70%, I still fight the good fight with my medicine (7 more days...) and my appetite is a lot better, but boy-oh-boy am I ever picky about the foods. I have the 'rents buying stock in stinky goodness. AND - I think Parker has gained a squillion pounds. She sneaks up behind me after I pick at the food and hoovers it up before Mommy can catch her. I, on the other paw, still need to bulk up a bit. I'm still on the skinny side for me and I blame Mommy and the awful gunky medicine. It takes my desire to eat away. So then, I get a little Valium and I eat a little. Better living thru chemicals kitties...

The good news is that I have not had to get Sub Q's or visit Dr's. Joe and Wendy for over a week! I mean, it's great to visit them and all, but I prefer to stay home and enjoy our tree and the 'rents laps.

I appreciate your good thoughts and purrs. I'm still on the road to recovery.

Woe Is Me...

...I could not pee!

I have a bladder infection...

But I am going to be fine, Dr. Joe said so!

First thing yesterday morning I was stuffed into the PTU and taken to see the very nice Dr. Joe. He listened to my heart and lungs and took my vitals. He squeezed me and said that I had swollen ::whispers:: anal glands! And then kitties he...he...he catheterized me! I cried, and then Mommy cried when I cried. It was good that he did that because I had blood in my pee and Dr. Joe knew exactly what to do! He expressed my ::anal glands:: and then he gave me two shots - one for the swelling so it would go down and one for the infection. The one he gave me for the infection means that I do not have to take any pills! He said I should be fine and feeling better very soon.

You know what helped me the most? Your purrs and prayers, I can report that they are as magical as the loving I am getting from Mommy and Daddy. I want to thank all of you for the very heartfelt wishes. I read every one of them and I want to say thank-you from the bottom of my little kitty heart.

I am feeling better, but not 100% yet. Cuddles and snuggles with Mommy and Daddy are helping a lot.

Smoochies to all of you my friends, you are the bestest! (((HUGS)))!!!

Trouble....Oh, Trouble, Trouble, Trouble, Trouble, Trouble...

Oh kitties, I gots trouble...I started going to the litter boxes a lot last night and producing nothing for my troubles...
There's another wicked bad storm coming to O Hi O  AND I have to go and see the VET this morning...Mommy is worried sick about me. She gave me a dose of Cat-A-Lax last night, but it has not helped. Something has me blocked and if you want to know the truth, I'm OK with going to see Dr.Joe. I don't feel so hot.
Any extra purrs you have lying around sure would be appreciated...not being able to, well, you know...poop...kinda sux.
I still send all of you smoochies, after all, smoochies make the world go around!

Easy Like Sunday - I Hope!

Hi everyone. I have had a rough few days. First I had to go to the V.E.T. for my check up and they shot me - twice! It was time for my Rabies shot and my FELV/FRCP-C shot. I was shot in each of my back hips and they made me sore and sleepy. You can see below I was sucking up the sympathy big-time yesterday. I was even given a whole can of stinky goodness! I weigh 11 pounds 1 ounce and I am very healthy. I have good toofies and gums, so I don't need a dental!

Mommy and Daddy tricked us into our P.T.U.'s (That stands for Prisoner Transport Units Island Cats!) by letting us out on the deck then bringing us in one by one and stuffing us in! Diamond was watching over us while Daddy brought the car around. We were not very happy.

Here we are at the V.E.T.'s I am giving the hairy eyeball to a Chihuahua named Mickey who thought he was tough. The lady in the picture was waiting to pick up her new kitten who had just been spayed.
A close up of me and my hairy eyeball look.
Powder was very brave and didn't cry very much. She tried to be Zen like me. She weighs 6 pounds and is also very healthy. She doesn't need a dental cause her toofies are good too! Puff weighs 11 pounds (I have a whole ounce on her!) and her toofies are great! The V.E.T. said that we must have very good genes.
And then they examined Rudy. His toofies are NOT OK. He has gingivitis and has to have a dental in a few weeks. He's the biggest of all of us, he weighs a very Mancatly 13.8 pounds. The V.E.T. said that we all weigh just about what we should. No diets are necessary!
The poop that they stole from us was negative for bad things. We were happy about that. The V.E.T. said that we were the most well-behaved kitties he had ever met. None of us hissed or tried to run away from him while we were being examined. Well, maybe Rudy hissed just a little, but that was when the V.E.T. was poking at his butt! Mommy likes this V.E.T. His name is Dr. Joe. He and his wife, Dr. Wendy seem to know their stuff when it comes to kitties.

Diamond tried to give me a kiss when we got home and were released. I tried to give him "The Paw of Death."
Then I took a bath and a nap. The nap lasted most of Saturday which was probably good because blogger wouldn't let me on my blog. What was up with that? It wouldn't let me on a lot of blogs as a matter of fact. I think blogger must have had to go the the V.E.T. and have shots too!

Look at this! That lovely little Tabby, Abby thinks I am a cool cat! Thanks Abby, I think you are a pretty cool kitten your own self!
I hope every kitty has a very easy Sunday. I plan to have a few naps and some snuggle time with Daddy. I deserve it!

The Collar Is Off. I Have Another BooBoo From My Brother.

Do I look like something to bite?
I need a hug Mommy!

I like wearing my collar. It is pretty and it has my shiny I.D. tag on it in case I escape and get lost. My stupid brother Rudy started to play rough with me yesterday and bit me! HE BIT ME!!! On my neck! Hard! Now I have a little BooBoo and have to have yukky medicine I don't like it at all. You can hardly see it, but it is there. Mommy and Daddy have started to pack some things for our move to O Hi O and they think that it is starting to give us some stress. They are going to leave the rest of the packing to the movers and see if we calm down. AND we all have to go and get one last wellness check from the evil V.E.T. this month. Mommy hates that we won't have this V.E.T. anymore because she specializes in felines and is one of the best V.E.T.s in the United States. We, on the other hand, are not as impressed as she is! We have gone to her for many years, she has always been nice to us, but she sticks things where she shouldn't and steals blood from us. Dr.Sundahl will miss us and our green papers. Mommy says we have financed a couple of good vacations for her family!

I'm going to try and relax today. We have one more day of Mommy being here and we intend on making the most of it.

Peace to all of you kitties and remember, it's not nice to put the bitey on your siblings!

My Friend Miles Doesn't Feel Good

Miles is feeling poorly. He's dizzy and is fallin' down a lot. His Mommy took him to the vet and they are testing his blood. Please go and say hi to him and tell him you hope he gets better soon. Me and Miles share a common love for HAM! and if he wants, I'd even send him my share!
p.s. - Hey Miles, you are my 100th post! You have to get better now!