Sorry for sort of being a ghost around here lately. My dad passed away last month, we were estranged but it's still been a rollercoaster, especially since I don't really know his side of the family.
Then a few weeks ago we lost Merlin, who was my first cat. I normally do okay when it happens because it happens, but the relief vet talked us into thinking he was okay and stable and that he didn't need immediate care, but by the next morning it was clear we were in big trouble and rushed him to the ER. When the send-out labwork from the day before came back we found out he was in severely critical condition then and had needed immediate critical care. By the time he got proper treatment it was just too late and he died in the middle of the night in the ER. We didn't even have time to get there. If that wasn't bad enough, our regular vet ghosted us for weeks about what happened and then decided to dump us as clients yesterday out of the blue. I've been alternating between crying and being raging mad for a while now.
Kittens are still doing great though. We got the white one into our other vet (back to four hour vet visits, weee) who was able to determine that whatever it is, it's in his upper airway and it's likely a growth or restriction of some sort. That's better news as he's not likely to just drop over dead. She has to wait until he's bigger for xrays and scoping to figure out where it's at and what it is because right now it's all just too tiny. She did say even once she diagnoses what it is she likely won't be the one capable of fixing it. We're going to look into going to the vet who took over when my favorite vet retired as he considered her the golden surgery wonder child. Otherwise we may hit up the exotics vet in Akron (he works on tiny things and zoo animals so he should have the skills) or maybe the larger vet hospitals if we need to, though none of the vets we have liked actually liked sending patients there.
Tripp ended up clearing the rodent ulcer and then broke with some sort of infection because his lower lymph nodes are swollen. Otherwise he checks out okay and the vet (mostly) ruled out cancer which was a relief.
It's hard to stay in a bad mood though when you have these little monsters waiting to attack whenever you walk into the bathroom. Although you should see my poor legs!! All they want to do is climb up and play in our laps, but they have horrible balance so it looks like cats threw themselves on me.
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It's been 11 years since I've had a lap kittens, and it's been divine having two fuzzies at once!
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