by Sweetie, chronicler of mischief and mayhem and the good stuff too.
As you may know Whiskers and Mousie were at the vet again last week. Whiskers has lost on average an ounce a week... which doesn't seem a lot but when you clock it out over the long-term she's losing a pound every 3 months. THAT ISN'T GOOD.
Mousie over the past few months gained one ounce. Better than losing but not great. She is still under her pre-bladderstone weight. She eats well, most days, but isn't gaining as we hoped she would. In addition, her heart is beating very quickly. Her issues are a challenge. She needs a high salt diet for the kidney/bladder flushing but that raises her blood pressure which isn't good. Add to this her heart murmur and things are dicey at best. So, more blood work has been ordered and we await the results.
The reason we headed to the vet last week (besides their 6 week checkup) is because these two continue to throw up occasionally. Grammy tries to ensure they get 6 meals a day and no more than 5 hours apart but occasionally she cannot manage it. At those times it is very likely but not definite that one or the other will throw up foamy bile the next morning. This is irritating Whiskers' throat. So...
The new routine is to give Whiskers, the main culprit, a small dose of a tummy settler before her breakfast, give the other meds daily for a few days then switch back to alternate days and increase her pain meds to up to twice daily. It seems to be working. Only had to administer the tummy settler routine once and she was fine all day and the next morning despite Grammy sleeping 8 hours straight. This is good as Grammy herself has been unwell and needs her own meds and rest.
Meantime, both spend most of their time in the bedroom, sleeping and snuggling, cuddling and sleeping some more and join Grammy in the family area in the late afternoon and evening and sleep with her through the night. Of course, overnight the boys join Grammy on the bed too which makes for a crowded bed.
The boys seem to be losing weight slowly, which is how Grammy wants it... and despite regular attempts to snaffle an extra meal by harassing Grammy with mriaows of 60 decibels or higher they are doing well. Neither is starving, I can assure you, though they would beg to differ.
Entering the kitchen seems to activate a stampede to said room and scream response. Grammy is learning to ignore them when she enters the kitchen and she has also learned to avoid that room except at their specific meal times trying to plan her own mealtimes immediately after they've been fed. Too bad we can't get them to race madly around the condo to get fit instead of to get food. Silly boys.
I, Sweetie, am my usual sweet cuddly self. I nuzzle Grammy's robe in the morning and again mid-afternoon if the boys haven't usurped my spot for a grammy cuddle. Nights are spent prowling the perimeter for errant dust bunnies and oak leaves. I must protect the pride.
Well, other than a few photos that's all for this week. We'll update Facebook once we get the results of Mousie's bloodwork. Meantime, life goes on.
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