I’ve hijacked my dad’s blog while he wanders off to eat a pie or something. I NEED your help.
Recently, I’ve been catnapped, stuffed in a plastic, portable prison cell and taken to a place, far, far away where nasty misters and mrs’ers poke and prod me. They’ve jabbed me with needles and removed red-stuff from my neck.
I got my own back by peeing on their table. That’ll teach ’em.
My parents say there are problems with my kidleys and often force tiny pebbles down my neck and on the days when they don’t, my food tastes like they’ve mixed sand in it. I prefer GRAVY.
Anyway, fatboy is heading back. Please send help NOW.
I would like to point out that NO PIES were consumed during my blog being hijacked. Strange how he thinks we’re kidnapping him when a trip to the vets is FOR HIM. Anyway, I thought I’d update you on our beloved fluff meister following on from his recent bout of walking into things.
During his life-time so far, he’s been stray, living rough in our garden and eating dried bread for weeks before we took him in. Then he’s had cancer and had half his tail amputated. He had another operation to have a pre-cancerous lump removed. After walking into things we found out he’d developed Kidney disease and also suffers from high blood pressure AND a heart defect.
Over the last few weeks, he started drinking more. Again.
No. Not that type of drinking. He’s not on the sauce. His water dish type of drinking.
He was also doing a damned good impression of a greedy little piglet, forming an orderly queue of one whenever we ventured near to the kitchen. I think he fully expected to share our pepperoni pizza the other day and he wants to have chilli.
Anyway, he also seemed a little unsteady in his walking, particularly his back legs so we
rammed lovingly placed him into his plush basket and had a family outing.
The vets, who are always great, checked his blood pressure and heart and decided to take a blood sample. We were due for his check-up anyway to see if the medication is helping. They said they would run a urine sample and, no word of a lie, he immediately pee’d on the table. I’m sure there was a glint in his eye as he obliged.
After running the blood and urine tests, his kidneys, heart and blood pressure have all settled so the medication is at least working. Both his retinas have re-attached so he can see again.
He does have a new problem. Diabetes!
The poor lad has more medical mayhem to overcome. And, so do we.
Feline diabetes is much the same as the human disease. The lack of insulin from their pancreas means daily injections to replace it.
Yes. As well as the three tablets he has every day, we now have to inject him with insulin as well. The vets have been brilliant in explaining what we need to do. They gave us a couple of syringes and vials of water to practice drawing the liquid though I’m sorry to say that the pear we injected as practice didn’t survive. 😦
The vets watched us inject him and seemed pleased enough to leave us to it for the rest of the week. Once a day to start though after another midweek trip to the vets to check his glucose levels we’ve now started twice daily injections.
The injections are actually easier to administer than the tablets. He doesn’t feel anything and thinks he’s having a fuss. I think it’s affecting us more than him!
So, when he cries for help. WE ARE HELPING HIM!
Thanks for reading and despite what Munchie thinks, please don’t report us to the authorities. We’re doing this for him. 🙂