"This Could Only Happen to Me."
I think I broke my little toe.
On a cat.
Before you go thinking I somehow drop-kicked a cat, let me just say, no cats were hurt in the breaking of my toe.
Yesterday morning I was walking down the hall towards my bedroom. Stepped into the bedroom - suddenly little Hazel came zooming by me and did that cat-thing where they crouch and then leap. She did this just as I was moving my left foot forward.
I still don't understand how this is at all possible, but apparently just as she did her crouch thing, my little toe connected with the bone in her backwards-knee position...is any of this making sense?
Anyway - she didn't seem to feel anything, and has acted perfectly normal ever since. In that 8-month old kitten perfectly normal way...leaping, flying around corners, nosing into things she shouldn't.
Meanwhile my little toe has been a deep dark purplish-red for over 24 hours and is sore to the touch. I'm just guessing but I think it's broken.
This could only happen to me.
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Farewell to Two Beloved Pets
Cheerios (9 yrs 11 mos) & Lucky (14 yrs, 3 mos)
today left this mortal realm.
Photo taken in happier, healthier timesBeloved pets,
best buddies to the end,
who will be sorely missed.
We love you, sweet kitties.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Cat update
Back in March I wrote about sad news we received about our cats. Middle cat has an uncurable, highly contagious and always fatal disease. The outlook was that one by one all three cats would get it and they would all slowly die. I thought I'd write an update and perhaps ask for some opinions.
Middle cat (Cheerios, 10 years old) has been ill four to five months. She is frightenly thin, and light as a feather. She still eats (lightly) and drinks, follows me like a lamb, and purrs up a storm on a regular basis. The vet said she didn't believe she was in pain, just uncomfortable.
Oldest cat (Lucky, 14 years old) has always had a chronic respiratory thing going on, from living on the streets before we adopted him. Now I believe he has this disease. He is still active and loving, but his eyes don't look as sharp, and his sneezing and coughing is worse. On the other hand - he's 14, perhaps this is just old age.
Baby cat (Hazel, 8 months old) is still frisky and energetic and shows no signs of disease. We are praying very hard that her youth and baby shots will keep her disease free. We don't know if that's possible, but we have hope.
Maybe it's my own uncomfortableness that is getting to me. My heart breaks a bit every time I cuddle with them. Especially Cheerios - you can see the outline of hip bones and shoulder blades. Her tummy is round because of enlarged/swollen organs.
I'm really torn. I'm not sure whether to have them put down or keep going.
I welcome opinions on the situation.
Middle cat (Cheerios, 10 years old) has been ill four to five months. She is frightenly thin, and light as a feather. She still eats (lightly) and drinks, follows me like a lamb, and purrs up a storm on a regular basis. The vet said she didn't believe she was in pain, just uncomfortable.
Oldest cat (Lucky, 14 years old) has always had a chronic respiratory thing going on, from living on the streets before we adopted him. Now I believe he has this disease. He is still active and loving, but his eyes don't look as sharp, and his sneezing and coughing is worse. On the other hand - he's 14, perhaps this is just old age.
Baby cat (Hazel, 8 months old) is still frisky and energetic and shows no signs of disease. We are praying very hard that her youth and baby shots will keep her disease free. We don't know if that's possible, but we have hope.
Maybe it's my own uncomfortableness that is getting to me. My heart breaks a bit every time I cuddle with them. Especially Cheerios - you can see the outline of hip bones and shoulder blades. Her tummy is round because of enlarged/swollen organs.
I'm really torn. I'm not sure whether to have them put down or keep going.
I welcome opinions on the situation.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Hello...Can you hear me now?
Here I go. First entry. I've been thinking of trying this for quite a while but didn't know if I could pull it off. There are so many great bloggers out there, it's pretty intimidating. I'll just do my usual ... jump in with both feet.
I'm 49 years old and fifty is coming up fast. I'm going through menopause which is a source of endless delight. Have you read the email going around full of jokes about menopause? I'm here to tell you they are NO JOKE but are the God's honest truth. Hair on my legs seems to have stopped growing...but now I have to keep an eye on facial hair! It's just WRONG, I tell you.
On the plus side, I haven't had to buy a winter coat in a couple of years. My hot flashes are enough to roast marshmallows with. This morning it was 3*, so I drove my daughter to school rather than have her have to wait in the cold at the bus stop. I took a coat along just in case we had car trouble - it's winter in New England, you have to be safe - but it stayed in the backseat the whole 20 minute trip. And I did NOT warm up the car first.
My daughter is 13 years old and has started her period. Between the two of us, our house is Hormones Gone Wild. My husband quietly retreats to his own little man cave and tries to stay out of the rough sea of estrogen flowing around him.
Our household also includes two elderly cats and a hermit crab my daughter has had for six years. I have to mention that, because every family I know who has ever adopted a hermit crab has had it go to that big beach in the sky within a couple of months. It's a double-edged sword - on one hand I'm impressed that we have treated him well enough that he has survived domesticity so long - on the other hand...it's a freakin' CRAB, six long years that aquarium has been part of the decor in my dining room. Enough already!
Well I guess that's more than you would ever want to know in one sitting about my life. Hope I haven't bored you to tears.
I'm 49 years old and fifty is coming up fast. I'm going through menopause which is a source of endless delight. Have you read the email going around full of jokes about menopause? I'm here to tell you they are NO JOKE but are the God's honest truth. Hair on my legs seems to have stopped growing...but now I have to keep an eye on facial hair! It's just WRONG, I tell you.
On the plus side, I haven't had to buy a winter coat in a couple of years. My hot flashes are enough to roast marshmallows with. This morning it was 3*, so I drove my daughter to school rather than have her have to wait in the cold at the bus stop. I took a coat along just in case we had car trouble - it's winter in New England, you have to be safe - but it stayed in the backseat the whole 20 minute trip. And I did NOT warm up the car first.
My daughter is 13 years old and has started her period. Between the two of us, our house is Hormones Gone Wild. My husband quietly retreats to his own little man cave and tries to stay out of the rough sea of estrogen flowing around him.
Our household also includes two elderly cats and a hermit crab my daughter has had for six years. I have to mention that, because every family I know who has ever adopted a hermit crab has had it go to that big beach in the sky within a couple of months. It's a double-edged sword - on one hand I'm impressed that we have treated him well enough that he has survived domesticity so long - on the other hand...it's a freakin' CRAB, six long years that aquarium has been part of the decor in my dining room. Enough already!
Well I guess that's more than you would ever want to know in one sitting about my life. Hope I haven't bored you to tears.
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