Monday, October 29, 2012

Bracing for Sandy

I've prepared for Sandy as much as I could.  Everything outside that could blow is either away or tied down.

It's about 2:20 P.M. and the wind is blowing and the rain is pounding.  They say it's only gonna get worse.

Sandy is such a massive storm that even if one wanted to leave, there's really no place to go.

Lost cable about a half hour ago.  Praying the electric doesn't go out.

It is at times like this I wish I didn't live alone.  I have the three fur-babies, but they're not much company right now.  Two are hiding somewhere and the other is sound asleep.

I'm not to proud to say that I'm afraid.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Ralphy Update


A couple weeks ago, I had to rush Ralphy back to the emergency vet.  He was not going to the bathroom and very lethargic.

When the vet tried to squeeze his bladder to see if anything would come out, nothing did.  He said he bladder was the size of a tennis ball.  

He was blocked.  They kept him.  I cried all the way home.  

I called the next day to see how he was doing.  They said the procedure went well and if all went well, he would be able to come home the next day.

Called again the next day and he was doing really well and I could pick him up.   

We were very happy to come home.  We were very happy to be home.




Here he is resting.
They had to shave both legs for the IV's.


Resting and happy to be home.

We have made great progress since his been home.  His appetite is returning.  Having a hard time with the food.  Finally found a urinary canned food he likes.

The emergency vet called several days after we were home and he is crystal free.

The problem is still the devil cat that is terrorizing them.  I have tried everything I can think of in the trap, but it will not go in.

Both Ralphy & Yipper are afraid to be outside.  Ralphy will go out with me, but will not get down off the deck.

So please send good thoughts that Ralphy continues to get better.

And please send good thoughts that I trap devil cat and get him out the neighborhood and my fur-babies lives go back to happy and fear free. 

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Ralphy



It seems like whenever I post a blog, it has to do with my fur babies. This one is no exception.

For about a month now, I've been trying to get my Ralphy well. He was having problems peeing so I took him to the vet. They said he had a bladder infection and gave him a shot of antibiotics. They said that food plays a big role in causing these problems with male cats. So I also came home with special canned and dry food. I put the canned food down and both Ralphy & Yipper did the stinky face and literally ran from the food.



A week later, my friend took me and Ralphy to the emergency vet. They did a urine analysis test. Gave me pill antibiotics, muscle relaxers, pain meds and two different kinds of canned food. The vet also gave me information on this problem. Well that canned food went over about as good as the first one did. At least they both like the dry food.



The urine analysis showed high levels of crystals. They told me to really keep and eye on him. If I notice him not peeing, to rush him back. They said if crystals gets stuck, he could die within 24 hours. They told me to try and get him to drink more. This could help dissolve the crystals. When I told them he would not eat the special canned food, they told me to fed him his. That has a lot of water that could also help dissolve them.



Reading the paperwork they gave me indicated they have no idea why this happens to male cats. It touched on food causing the problem, but really stressed stress is a major factor. So now I tried to reduce his stress level.



Our little neighborhood has become a haven for male unfixed cats. Why? Because one inconsiderate neighbor has two female cats that are not fixed. As a matter of fact, her one cat just had another litter. One male cat in particular is a bully and fights with all the other cats. Including Yipper, but especially my Ralphy.



Well mama bears claws are out. She's pissed. She called the neighbor and told her to get her cats fixed. Told her she was irresponsible. Told her last year after the first litter we had a discussion about getting her cat fixed. There were programs that would help with the cost. Told her I called animal control and was going to trap these cats and if her cats end up in the trap, so be it.



So with my trap, I've trapped three opossums. Seems like we have a colony of them around here too. But I want the black and white bully. I want him bad. But I can't seem to trap him. Just this morning, he got into a fight with Yipper on my back deck. And this is where I had the trap set.

I do believe that stress is what is causing Ralphy's problems. He is terrified when he is out when it's dark. He comes in before dark and will not go out until it is bright outside. I've tried keeping him in, but he wants no part of that. And he shouldn't. When he's in and he doesn't want to be, I can see him becoming apprehensive.



So we are working on reducing his stress level. He is improving, but not 100%.


And my inconsiderate neighbor. I saw her bring a trap home yesterday. I can only hope that she actually sets, catches and get these cats that have taken up residence in her yard fixed. All the neighbors are getting tired of all these cats shitting and pissing in their yards. We are getting tired of the cats spraying our houses and cars.



Hopefully I can trap that nasty black and white cat that is terrorizing all the cats in the area.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Dog or cat person???

I just finished reading 'Cleo' by Helen Brown. Great book. If you are a cat person, you should definitely read it.

Anyway the book got me to thinking about dog and/or cat person. Growing up, we always had dogs. My mom like small ones. We had poodles and a biscon. But I was always an animal lover.

Dad had a gas station and a guy came in with a kitten and asked him if he knew anyone that would want him. The guy who lived next to dads station had recently lost his cat and dad thought he would want him. When Mr. Hand came home, dad went over with the kitten. Mr. Hand said to dad, 'I don't want anymore god damn cats.' With that dad called mom asking if I would want a kitten. She promptly said, 'no.' When I came home from school, there sat dad with a shitty grin on his face. Mom with a pissed off look. I set my books down on the couch and something on the other end moved. It was love at first sight.

Tigger became my best friend. He was a big orange cat, but the most gentle cat there was. When I had my wisdom teeth out, I was in a lot of pain. I laid in bed and Tigger got up on the bed without me feeling him and laid down beside me with his head on my pillow. He put his paw in my hand kneading and purring away.

Then came Fluff. He wandered into the station and became dads friend. Dad accidentally ran over him. Rushed him to the vet and surprisingly was fine. Dad fearing something else would happen to Fluff brought him home. Fluff didn't like the dog. Fluff didn't like Tigger. Fluff had claws. Tigger didn't. So Fluff went to the vet to be declawed. The vet told us with Tigger and Fluff being males, the would fight for dominance. There was a lot of growling and hissing. They must have had it out one time when we weren't home. Tigger was king and him and Fluff became the best of friends.

Then came Spuds. We found her in the pool as just a tiny bit of a thing. Her mama wasn't around so we took her in and nursed her back to health. What a nasty thing she was. We swore she had brain damage from her near drowning. It would take her time to focus in on anything. It was funny to watch. Her head would go up and down and side to side.

All during this, mom never became a cat person and there was always a dog in the mix.

When I moved next door, I wanted a dog. A big dog. Went to the ASPA and got a dog. She was a beauty. I only had her a couple days when she became sick. Rushed her to the vet. She had parvo. She only lasted a couple of days. The vet told me not to get another dog for at least six months. That's how long the virus can live outside the body. I wasn't in a rush to get another dog, but mom called to say there was a black lab up for adoption. I called and went to see her. She ran around like a loon, jumped up and wrapped her paws around my waist, looked up at me with those chocolate brown eyes saying, 'well, why are we still here. Lets go home.' Of course I couldn't bring her home right then and there. They have to do a background check. She was delivered three days later on a snowy night.

I had a cat at this time. My friends daughter developed asthma and couldn't keep the cat. She called and asked if I would take her. This would be my old girl now.

I soon realized that my home was too small for me, the cat and a very big black lab. I was going to take her back when my phone rang. Mom on the other end said 'would you be mad if Danny and I took the dog.' Not at all. I packed up her bones, went next door and life couldn't have been happier for everyone.

Then four years ago, I found two kittens in the shed. Taming them was easy. Trying to find a home for them was not. I would walk up and down the pet aisle in the supermarket scoping people out. If I thought they were worthy, I would pull out the pictures and ask if they would like them. Everyone would ohh and ahh over them, but no one wanted them until one day. The lady said her daughter would love an orange cat. I got her name and number and told her I would call to make arrangements to drop him off. I was happy that I finally found a home for him, but sad because I had grew so attached to him. When I got home, he was no where to be found. He did not come home until later that night. The key word to that sentence is home. In the time he was gone, I realized they had found a home. Mine.

So my home is blessed with three fur-babies. They are pictured on my sidebar. My Baby Girls health is failing, but it has been for several years now. Everyday with her is a blessing. Yipper is well Yipper. She is a strange cat. Cold nights are spent inside. She has even managed to secure a place on the bed right up against my leg. Ralphy is just one of a kind. Well not really. I think there is something special with big orange male cats. He is more indoor then out. His place on the bed is on the pillow right next to my head.

So even though I love all animals, I am a cat person. I love their independence. Their constant smile. The loving look they give me. Their mews for attention. Of course this is all on their terms and I couldn't be happier.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Ten years ago today

started as a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky with cool temperatures.

Then tragedy struck us all in the way of terrorists that would change our lives.

We were all glued and gathered around the tv and radio watching and listening in horror. Asking how this could be happening.

This went on for days-weeks after. We watched the horror, terror and sadness of faces that appeared on the television. We cried, prayed, proudly flew our American flags vowing to never forget.

And forget we have not.

And as I watched the news this morning, I saw the same horrific images. Felt the same feelings of sadness, terror and helplessness. Cried tears like I did that day ten years ago.

Through my tears, I couldn't help but wonder. Why are we reliving this over and over again? Is it not better to give the families closure? To give us closure? Instead of showing the planes flying into the towers, the collapsing of the towers, people running in fear covered in dust and dirt. Should we not look at what good has come from this tragedy? There were several stories on the news this morning about the memorials, reflecting ponds and scholarship that have been set up in memory of a loved one. A couple people interviewed that received one of the scholarships that has changed their life.

I fly my American flag proudly today. I think of that day ten years ago. Think about how our lives changed forever that day. I think about all the men and women who lost their lives that day. I think about the men and women in uniform who continue to lose their lives for us because of that day ten years ago today.