Dis majiklolly appearinged in mai inbox dis morning frum JD.
Emo the cat and Official Channeler on teh Grate Toona haz askted me to gibs you hur laytest pome.
Ode tew Noms, by Emo Cat
Toona toona, tooooona.
Toona? Sammun? Toona? Sammun?
Toona toona toona
Toona toona toona
Ower deer frend BunnySlippers am in a tuff spot. Shii am on disability and am needing to get a noo place fur hur and hur twu furry babiez tu lib. Shii needs muneys to paying a deposit and deh nawt-sekkond monfz rent.
Mai landlord haz frowed me and teh gal onna oddur sied ob teh wall owt ob teh plase cuz he wants tu maek sum big big repairs (stuff he shudda dun a loooong tiem ago) so he can sell it.
Ai gots noe munnies foar a deposit oar a nawt sekkund munf’s rent tu hold a plase til Ai kin moob. Teh onliest reezun Ai’s still alibe iz cuz Ai maded teh promise to Taco an Tara dat tehy wud awlwayz haz a home wiffs me. Ai haz a sad cuz Ai haz libbed heer foar obber 15 yeerz, teh longest Ai haz ebbur libbed ennywher in awl mai 62 yeerz. …… Ai haz a beeg beeg skeered ebbry minnit an Ai keeps “dissociating” frum teh stress an losing track ob fingz an mai mind wont focus oan ennyfing for berry long at awl, so Ai nawt makin any progress wiffs teh packing. ….. I kant breakify teh promise Ai maded to tehm. Ai juss kant. Ai’s gonna get dehydrated frum awl teh teerz.
If u can haz a spare munny or twu, u kin halpsing Bunnyslippers!!! Please goingz to PayPal, http://www.paypal.com, select “Send Money” from the menu, and enter deh emayo address broe3 at cox dot NET (convert dis back to regular computer speek) and select “I’m sending money to family or friends.” If u send deh money frum ur bank account or ur PayPal accownt, dhere am no service fee. Donations will go directly to BunnySlippers; neither cween nor any wun else will have access to the donated funds. Please be aware that BunnySlippers did not come to us asking for help; this “pass the hat” is being done at the suggestion of a caring peep who expressed concern to us about hur situation and asked if there was some way to help.
If five peeps eech gib 5 munnies, dat am 25 munnies fur hur. If anuzzer five peeps eech give 10 munnies, dat am 50; five peeps hoo give 25 makes 125; 5 peeps hoo kin spare 50 munnies will donate 250 munnies. Put dat awl tugezzer and it am 500 munnies!!! Ebbree liddlol bit halpz!!!
Dis landinged in mai emayos tuday frum Diamond Kitteh. mai heart am borking fur hur.
Ohai mai cween, I bear sad tidings. Today we helped Teddy cross the
Bridge. He had a very peaceful death. Here’s the story:
This household was very peaceful yesterday evening and this morning. Last
night I brought Teddy up to my bedroom (where he and his mother, brothers
and sister came when the kittens were about 3 days old); after awhile he
jumped down and went to the top of the stairs, where he lay with Twitch
keeping him company (something she never does). He even batted at his toy
butterfly. This morning we all got up early (again, something that never
happens) and Teddy had some cat milk, then he and I sat on the stoop while
I had my tea. It was a coolish overcast day. After awhile Ted strolled
across the yard and went through a little opening in the cedar hedge and
sat peacefully in his hidey hole for about 15 minutes, then came back to
the stoop. He did this again awhile later, only this time he stopped and
sprayed near the vegetable patch to show those male cats who come around
who is the boss here. Then I gave him some cat treats. He couldn’t smell
them, but once he felt them with his lips on my hand, he eagerly ate them
up; I let him have all he wanted.
Eventually we came inside, he climbed up on the toilet and had a drink,
had some toona joos, then we settled on the floor in the living room. I
brushed him all over (he loved having his belly brushed), him purring all
the while. At 11, when the vet was due to come, Teddy went and hid behind
the couch… My sister, who is a nurse, arrived (through a happy
coincidence), then the vet. Teddy went very peacefully. He protested
slightly to the poke when he got a sedative, then tried to climb off my
lap, but soon relaxed, purring. The vet gave him lots of time to fully
relax. Then a little shaving and poke with an IV, which didn’t cooperate.
Same procedure on the other front leg. Teddy showed no signs of discomfort
through any of this. He was totally relaxed and was gone within 30 seconds
of receiving the IV. My sister stayed for a couple of hours, which was
Teddy is now wrapped in a blanket on my kitchen table. I got to clean his
eyes, the egg yolk off his cheek and the gummy medication build-up from
inside his ears. When I’m ready, I’ll take him over to the vet’s to
arrange for cremation.
Even this morning I was wondering if I should postpone this day, but when
I looked objectively at the situation, I realized it was the right thing
to do for Teddy. He’s free of his nose/sinus problems, weakness and nausea
now, scampering around the Meadow with his brother, Bear, my other heart
kittehs and everyone’s heart kittehs. And the Night Watchman will watch
over him. Be at peace, sweet Teddy, gentlest cat I’ve ever known.
Well, when I got Spencer to the hospital his temp was almost 106. Hella ohai even for a gog. So, the first order of business was getting that down. It came down to 103 and she did a physical exam over Spencer’s clear objections. The exam did not show any overt reason for his difficulty breathing. No pain or clear change in breathing by position change. She feels the lump in his mouth is unrelated to the breathing difficulty and is just a common type of benign tumor.
The problem is it appears that it is harder for him to inhale than to exhale – indicating an obstruction. They are running blood work out the wazoo today and doing full chest xrays and an abdominal ultrasound to see what they can see. If there is nothing to see and the all else indicates that he is safe to sedate then they will scope his nasal passages.
I could have waited for him to be done with the tests and taken him home and then brought him back again tomorrow — but with his tempo climbing so high in the car I elected to leave him. They said he was resting quietly in the crate. And Spencer will object to something, but when it is clear that it is going to happen anyway – he just goes with the flow. So, I think it will be easier for him to just stay rather than coming home and then having to adjust back to being handled by the vet staff.
He is at the full blown specialist vet hospital. Could not be in a better place other than home and well. I had to sign a level of resuscitation order — middle ground – chest compressions etc. but not extraordinary measures… *sigh*
Well — the chest xray shows his lungs are full of white spots. He either has a severe fungal infection or tumors — no good answers. They are starting him on anti-fungal drugs and anti-inflammatories. The problemis that if it is fungal, then when the fungus starts to die – the die off will cause it own terrible probelms. So – I may not get him back.
The doctor has experience with this type of fungal infection from research she did at U of I. She is sending off a urine sample to a research facility somewhere to get a definitive test result. If it is not the fungal infection – I think the end game is worse.
I received this update from Roofie and am posting it with her permission.
Please to continue sending your beams and good thoughts to our friend and her Mom!