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Well, October 22, the day I moved in last year. It’s been rough at times, Scott isn’t all that easy to live with. Just last night he kicked me in his sleep, and it seems like every night where he complains that I’m standing between him and the clock when I get him up. Honesty, why does it matter what time it is, I’m hungry, which means it’s time to get up. It’s not like I’m going to just go away when he pulls the blanket over his head. What I’m going to do is reach under it and poke him until he gets up. With my nose if he’s lucky, with some claws if he’s not.

Things are pretty good though, I have some nice places to hang out and watch the world go by. Sometimes there are other cats out there, so I have to tell them to go away.

A couple times I had to go have people poke and prod me, and stick a tube somewhere I really don’t want to talk about. Lately I’ve been feeling good though, so I don’t think I’m going to have to go back.

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So, I look at the cat, and I see a lot of food going in a few times per day. I do not, however, see it coming back out. So off to the vet we go, particularly since he’s due for a checkup on his other clogging issue.

Well, everything felt pretty much normal to the vet, but we did some X-rays, just to really see what’s going on. And on them he’s pretty much empty other than breakfast in his stomach.

So, the question of the day is, where has what he’s been eating the last week been going, and just how surprised am I going to be when I find out just what form his vengeance for leaving him for a week is taking?

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Coming home from the vet with an empty carrier just brings back some bad memories. Now, Radar is most likely going to be fine, he just needs to stay in the hospital for a few days. Which unfortunately means that he’ll need to be picked up while I’m in Indiana, but, I’ll figure something out.

Yesterday I’d changed his litter out, and today I noticed he was spending a lot of time in the box to, shall we say, no result. Since it was fresh litter, it was pretty easy to tell that he hadn’t peed for at least 24 hours. Which is bad, so I was pretty sure he had a urinary tract blockage, and called around to the various vets who couldn’t fit him in today, before finally going to an emergency place in Tustin.

So, I was right, and he has a blockage, so they took him in and put in a cathoder and will drain him out, then remove it tomorrow and see how he does. Without complications, he should be ready to be discharged Tuesday.

Poor guy.

Update: He’s resting comfortably (ah yes, the wonderful medical terminology for “He’s ok, don’t call us”) and doesn’t have any stones, so it should be a fairly straightforward recovery. 24 hours with the cathoder, then 24 hours observation after to see if things are flowing freely. Of course he could clog up again at any time, or never again, you never know. There is some surgery that would help prevent problems in the future, but as a guy, I don’t really want to think too hard on it, as it is the removal of a certain part of the urinary tract, that, while he doesn’t really have a use for it, it’s just common curtosy to leave intact if possible.

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Now really, just because I’m on the counter next to a bowl of cereal, and have what appears to be a milk mustache, it doesn’t necessarily mean that I’ve been stealing a drink from that cereal. I’m sure there are plenty of other explainations, such as…there was a small, very localized earthquake. Yeah, it tossed me up in the air, and luckily, I was able to grab onto the counter, and while I was up there, some of the milk sloshed out and struck me across the face.

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Saturday dawned pretty normally, wake up with the other cats at Missey’s, get something to eat, then get bundled up to head over to Petsmart for the afternoon to see the people “ooo” and “ah” over the kittens. That guy from last week is there again, and there is a lot of goings on and then he leaves with a big piece of furniture. While he’s gone I’m moved into a plastic box, where I wait, and wait. Finally he come back and there are some more goings on about him bleeding or something. Poor guy, he has a scratch; I’ve been sitting in a box for the last 20 minutes.

So, then he just takes me out of the store and we ride around in a car for a while before getting to some strange smelling place. I do what anyone would do in that situation and go lay in the bathroom sink. It’s dark, it’s semi-enclosed, it’s a nice place. That guy keeps coming up to talk at me and scratch my head, which I’m not complaining about. Sometimes he drags me out and takes me back downstairs to show me the food and water and litter box. Yes, very nice, I know where they are, now just leave me in the sink, ok?

Around dark, I thought maybe I should see what else is up here, so I went over to the next room, and well, what do you know, there is a nice bed over there. So much for that cold smelly sink. I could stretch out, it was soft, really quite nice. Still, I was getting kind of hungry, so I went downstairs for a while and got some food and hung out on the nice piece of furniture next to the window.

That guy tried to leave me alone downstairs while he went up to lay on the bed, but I figured it out and went up too and found a secluded area of the closet for the night.

Today, I pretty much just rested over on the bed. It was a pretty stressful day yesterday, so I deserved a break. It got kind of hot towards afternoon though, so I had to move downstairs and try to nap on the rug while that guy was watching Firefly or something and making various professions of love for someone named Kaylee.

Tonight I think I’ll try to get the bed and make him sleep in the closet.

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Two weeks ago, Maui started eating less, which for him was pretty odd. He would usually eat everything I gave him as soon as I put it in the bowl, but then there started to be some left when it was time for the next meal. It seemed like he was eating it when it was fresh out of the bag, but after it had been sitting for a while, he’d ignore it.

A few days ago, his breathing started to sound a little wheezy and would make noises of pain if I picked him up or pet him around the chest, so I thought he was maybe having a respiratory infection, so I took him in to the vet this morning.

The vet listened to his breathing and checked his eyes, and said that it was not an infection and that it was likely that there was something in his lungs and that they needed to do an x-ray.

The x-ray came back showing a lot of fluid in and around his lungs, making his breathing difficult. Most likely caused by a tumor, caused by his feline leukemia. The fluid could be drained, but it would be back in a few days. So, I had the choice of losing him now, or in a few days, over which he would be in pain. Which isn’t really a choice at all.

Goodbye Maui, you were a very good friend. You met me everyday as I woke up (and were often the reason I woke up), and everyday when I came home. Walking through that door without you being there will be very hard.

Happy Times, in Pictures:
Maui and My Boyfriend
Maui and a cow
Maui on the stairs
Maui somewhere warm on a Starry Night

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So…drowsy…

What do you want?

Hey! Somebody’s torn up a roll of papertowls! I bet it was one of those outside cats. You should hit them with sticks.

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My absolute favorite toys in the whole world have come back to me! They were under the refrigerator, with all the pens and pencils and tube of lipstick that I also like to play with, but no so much as my favorite toys.

I knew they were there, of course, and I’ve been trying to get someone to get them out for me, but no one ever listens. Yeah, I’m talking about you boy-owner with the camera. My feelings are just obvious on my face.

And don’t think that just because the grey one is already missing again, it doesn’t mean it’s my fault. Just look at that plastic fork on the floor. Obviously if anything dissapears within 5 minutes it’s just because this place is a mess.

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All week he kept telling me I’d stop liking him Saturday, and he was right. I was ok with the plastic box he brought home. It was kind of fun to go in for a little while, but then I lost interest and went to sit in the window and watch the squirrels. But then he shut me in it and carried me out of my territory and to a place that smelled like animals. I expressed my concerns about this turn of events, but he wasn’t listening and left me there for 4 hours!

They made me wet and soapy, and then mostly dried me. You could at least to a good job; do you have any idea how long it takes fur like this to go from moist to really dry? I’ll be lucky if I’m all dry by tomorrow. And then they cut my claws. Oh, but revenge will me mine. While they are dull now, that just makes them all the better to sharpen on everything I can get my paws on. hehehe.

Boy-Owner did come back and get me, so that is one thing in his favor, but I’m not sure I can trust him anymore. He used to rescue me from the places Girl-Owner would leave me, but now that I don’t see her anymore, he’s being just as bad.

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