It’s not easy always fighting gravity

I’ve been a super bad slacker girl lately. I haven’t been updating, I haven’t been doing my facts, I haven’t been doing a lot of things I’m supposed to be doing. But I have been sticking to my diet, so at least that counts for something?

Mostly, I’ve been planning. After almost a full day of deliberations, they decided to approve my vacation. It shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, but oh well. In about 21 days, I will be off to Toronto. Yay! There’s plans for an overnight trip to Niagara Falls, glow-in-the-dark putt putt, Thanksgiving dinner a day or two early, and a yet undefined “more”. Haha. What can I say, we haven’t decided yet what all we’re going to do. Thanks to the frequent flier miles, what should have been a $463 plane ticket, only cost me $31! Woo! It makes vacation planning a lot easier, when the getting there isn’t going to drain you. 😉

I also wrote a new manual for work and revamped several others. They’re nice and easy to follow along in, so it should help in case any problems arise while I’m far far away. Ha. I hope, anyway.

Between now and then, I’ve got a myriad of doctor appointments, yet I don’t have one with my knee doctor. That’s probably the one I need to see most before I go. Oops? I’ll likely call on Monday and try to get an appointment before I leave. I doubt I’ll get a shot this time around, but it will still be better to get the knees checked out before I go, since they’ve been giving me some problems.

Mali has a vet visit tomorrow, a follow-up from her last one. I’m not sure that the pills are working, but she does seem slightly less stressed out than she used to. I just hate having to catch her and give her a pill every day. But the poor kitty is going to definitely need the meds while I’m gone, so she has to have her check up to get more meds.

We are Siamese if you please

Fact 9: I’m a cat person.

I’m a thief, I think we already established that. Okay, I’m only an idea thief, when it comes to facts for this meme. 😉 haha.

Fact 9: I’m a cat person.

I LOVE cats. I’ve had them my entire life. Well, technically, we’ve always had both cats and dogs, but I like cats more. We had 3 cats when I was a baby and we lived out in the country: Midnight, Rusty, and Tippy. Midnight and Rusty were my babysitters, in a way. At night, the pair of them would sleep at the foot of my crib. If I woke up and started crying in the middle of the night, one of the cats would hop out of the crib and go wake my parents, the other one would move up to me, and gently rub against my cheek to quiet me. The pair of them would also alternate on which one stayed with me, and which one woke mom & dad. Thanks to them, my parents never needed a baby monitor for me. 😉 Haha. I don’t really remember Midnight and Rusty more than from stories like that and from pictures. I don’t know when they left our family. I do know that my parents had bought Rusty while they were living in England, and she got her name because when she meowed, it sounded like a rusty hinge opening or closing.

Tippy was about 9 months older than I was, and we got her from my uncle Bruce. She was a Siamese mix, and an absolutely beautiful cat. I grew up with her as my buddy, the one friend I could count on when everyone else let me down. She was always willing to let me curl up with her (as long as she was petted, of course) and a very loving cat. She was picky about who she liked though. I can recall her attacking my grandma on a couple of occasions when she visited. Tippy lived to be 19 years old, which meant I was 18 at the time. I literally couldn’t remember not having her in my life. She was having seizures and some of her organs began shutting down, so we had to have her put to sleep. She’d been with us for so long, she was every bit as much a part of the family as if she’d been human. Both of my parents even had to take a day off work from grief. After she’d been put down, we drove out to my uncle Bruce’s property, and buried her at the edge of the woods. (Nov, 1973 – Jan, 1993)

In the summer of 1991, a stray cat showed up on our doorstep. Of course my mom tried to dissuade me from getting attached, but that wasn’t going to happen. We had tried to have other cats before, but Tippy always refused to accept others in the house. I left food and water for her on the front porch, and we put up flyers while we tried to find her owners. (I was always taking in strays.) No one ever answered the ads, which was a shame since she was a gorgeous tortoiseshell cat. I was about to have to get a job for the school work program, so it was agreed that if I helped pay for her food and litter, we could keep her, and about a month after she first showed up she was part of our family. Vet visits approximated her at a year old when we adopted her. We named her Dewey — I can’t remember the reason now, but I think it was after some actor or singer I liked at the time. Somehow, Dewey managed to win Tippy over, and the two cats actually became buddies. Dewey claimed me as “her” human though, following me around all over the house. When I would get home from work, Dewey would be waiting on the stairs to give me a “kiss” on the cheek, before following me everywhere again. If she did choose to explore other parts of the house, I only had to whistle, and she would come running and jump into my lap to give me more kisses.

When we’d had her about 4 years, she had a MASSIVE hairball that severely blocked her intestines. She wasn’t able to eat or drink, and she was becoming severely dehydrated. I was out of town when it initially happened, and I was the one to discover the problem when I returned by realizing she had dropped several pounds in my absence. That lead to vet visits where they would inject saline under her skin to keep her hydrated. I was the only one in the family she would allow to force feed her. Finally, after a few more weeks, the hairball disintegrated and she began eating on her own again and got back to a healthy weight. What we didn’t know at the time, though, was that the ordeal had likely done some damage to her kidneys.

Mid-May of 1999, I noticed that within a matter of a week or two, she had suddenly dropped a considerable amount of weight again, and her fur was losing its luster. A trip to the vet revealed she was in severe renal failure. Her prognosis wasn’t favorable, even with the most aggressive of treatments. Those treatments we were looking at were regular dialysis and/or a kidney transplant. In her stage of renal failure, the dialysis wouldn’t have helped enough, and the transplant was way too expensive; not to mention it wasn’t even guaranteed it would be able to save her. If was one hell of a difficult week, coming to the decision that the most humane thing to do was to have her put down. We also took her out to my uncle Bruce’s property, burying her next to Tippy. (1990 – May 28, 1999)

The oldest of our current cats is Windy. Everyone always thinks there’s some sweet story behind the name Windy, but it’s actually the contrary. All new cats, when they come into the house, start off in my room since it was the easiest to close them off from the other cats as they got used to each other. When she was a kitten, she was a very gassy thing, and would sleep on my bed, farting all night. And that is how the little ball of white fluff became known as Windy. We adopted her in 1993, after Tippy passed away. We don’t really know what breed she is, other than “domestic medium hair”.

Number two in the cat family is Gypsy. We adopted her May 2, 1999, about 2 weeks before Dewey began displaying symptoms of being ill. When we adopted her, she looked considerably more like a seal point Siamese, which it’s possible she might have some in her blood. Over time she changed colors and now her Tonkinese heritage is more obvious in the shape of her head and body. She is a fat cat – weighing in at 20 lbs. She and our dog Maverick are best buddies, he acts likes a surrogate mom to her, helping her groom, snuggling with her, etc. They’re really quite cute together.

The baby of the family is my little baby, Mali. We’ve guesstimated her birthday as April 1, 2000. She is a tortie point Siamese mix, and an absolute little devil. I think it must be something about the tortie markings, but in attitude, there’s something about Mali that reminds me so much of Dewey. She even comes, most of the time, when I whistle for her. haha. She’s very skittish and nervous, doesn’t like strangers at all, and doesn’t like it when I go away for more than part of a day. If she sees the suitcase, she tries to hide inside of it, or makes packing as difficult as possible. She’s fiercely loyal to me though. She’ll let me medicate her, then stay snuggled up next to me. Anyone else tries, and she takes off and hides, since they’re the enemy. She follows me around all over the house, and will often curl up on my chest while I’m leaning back in my computer chair. She used to have her own pillow in the corner of my PC desk to sleep on, until she decided she didn’t want it anymore.

The odd thing, though, as much as Mali dislikes people – she seems to be okay with the vet. She will yowl her head off the second she’s put in her crate, but once we arrive at the vet’s office she quiets down. She will stay still and let the vet and vet tech pet her and touch her without trying to hide. She’ll even go quietly back into the crate. But once we leave the office and get outside, the yowling starts up again. I don’t think I’m going to understand that one.

Mali is the cat I’ve mentioned before when talking about vet visits. She potentially has psychogenic neurodermatitis, which doesn’t seem to be getting any better after 15 days of meds. Unfortunately for her (and my wallet), this might mean more tests, and now we’re getting into ones that could hurt some, like skin scrapings and samples, etc. My poor girl.

I want a new drug, one that won’t hurt my head

I had a doctor’s appointment about my migraines this afternoon. This was the reschedule of the one from 2 weeks ago, when my car wouldn’t start. Everything went pretty much as I figured it would. They’re going to schedule me for a MRI to see if anything shows up. I should find out sometime tomorrow my MRI appointment time. They also gave me a prescription to help prevent them, instead of just treating them after they start. We’ll see how well that works. I’m on the meds for a month before going back to see how I’m doing.

After my appointment, I had to head home and pick up my cat, Mali, for her doctor visit. She will yowl like crazy as soon as she’s put in her crate, all the way until she gets to the vet’s office. But, oddly, once she’s there, her personality shifts. The yowling stops, she allows strangers to pet/touch her, and doesn’t try to hide. If we were at home, she wouldn’t let a stranger get within 5 feet of her. But, that is beside the point. For the past 10 months or so, Mali has been chewing off her own fur. It started with a small patch on her stomach, and has grown. Her entire lower abdomen, the underside of her tail, and the inside of her hind legs are all nearly bald. She added two new stripes down the outside of her back legs while I was out of town this weekend.

She’s had a couple of vet visits about this before. The first time around, she was on allergy medication for a month. That didn’t help much at all. Second round, she had a steroid shot. It only slightly helped, but the behavior didn’t go away. The vet has diagnosed her with psychogenic neurodermatitis (very similiar to psychogenic alopecia) – a behavior done out of anxiety/stress. Just our luck, Siamese and other Oriental breeds are more prone to this condition. Our next course of action is to give her an anti-anxiety medication (amitriptyline) twice a day for at least a month. If that helps, then she’ll stay on the meds, I think. If not, we’re on to potentially painful testing to try and figure out what’s going on. I really don’t want to put her through any of that, so I’m hoping the meds work.