bsmith
Member Since 2015
Today will be Edwin's 14th day with no insulin. I'd like to thank all of you on the FDMB for your knowledge, suggestions, support, and laughs during the short time I've been here. Let's hope Edwin's remission is a long one and that dietary changes continue to keep him healthy.
Now to turn it over to Edwin.
I was very, very small when I came to live with my mom. My mom went to the humane society to get two female kitties, but I insisted that I had to come home with her NOW. When she got me home, she realized that I was too young to even eat kitten kibble. I was probably about two weeks old. I don't blame her for not realizing how young I was since the last time she had a kitten she was only 3 years old. That kitty lived until a few months before I came along.
She got me a bottle and bottle fed me and taught me about using a litterbox. My sister Irene, who was a couple of weeks older than me and came home at the same time as me, helped too. Thank goodness there's that "PAID VET" paper on the table. That meant I could go home without them "fixing" me. My mom might not have remembered a lot about having a kitten, but she definitely knew I was still way too small for that.
My mom sure does like books, especially big science textbooks. I guess I better get comfortable sleeping in books. Look at my big ears with the tufts on them. I'm dreaming that I'm a bobcat.
Here's my sister Irene and me. We loved boxes and cuddling up together. We spent a lot of time on the screened in porch watching the world go by and the birds in the feeder that our mom put up. Irene used to jump up and hang from the screen right in front of the bird feeder on the other side of the screen. She'd hang on that screen like one of those stick on Garfield cats. She sure liked those birds.
We spent our first four years together, but then Irene got sick. My mom didn't know what was wrong with her and had to spend lots of time taking care of her. One day Irene went to the vet for surgery and then never came home. She had a nasty disease called FIP that took her away from me, but I was lucky that I didn't catch it. I was very sad and everytime I see a black cat I still call out hoping it might be her.
One think I love is sleeping. I love sleeping in windows, on the finest silk, under the table on the back patio, and especially on the rolling hassock at the cottage. I especially like when the "glowing sun" big infrared heater is on. It's so warm and bright that you could practically get a suntan from it.
The cottage is one of my favorite places in the world. I love going outside there and playing in the big storm drain. I like to hide in there and then when my mom calls to me I answer back. It makes my mom very confused since she can hear me but not see me. Once she gets closer to the pipe, she can see me looking up at her through the gap in the joint of the pipe. I'm a very good hider. I also love snoring away in the wild raspberry bushes that are right there.
See, I'm a very good hider. Can you find me?
Sometimes I like to dress like a goth cat.
Being a goth cat requires me to thoughtfully stare off into the distance. That gate in the upper right picture is for sitting on. It's sure not for keeping me in anymore since my mom started me on Adequan and I'm a better jumper again.
This past Christmas was good. Trees inside are also good for sleeping under. However, I got an even better gift a few months later when my mom bought me a brand new 10 ml bottle of Lantus. That helped me feel better. I don't mind the shots, but sometimes all the ear poking for testing makes me kind of cranky (though not as cranky as that Tramadol my mom gives me for arthritis pain). Sometimes my mom is very sneaky and takes a blood test while I'm sleeping really hard and doesn't even wake me up.
My mom might think she's tricky, but I can be very tricky too. Since my pancreas was still trying to work, my mom decided to switch me to Young Again Zero Carb Mature food (I have CKD too) to see if it would help with my BG numbers.
I decided to make my numbers so low that she couldn't give me any insulin anymore (I'm very sensitive to Lantus and only ever took a very small amount). Suddenly I was going OTJ without her even planning to have me do that. Today is day 14 without insulin. I'm feeling much better, am eating more and drinking less water, and my coat is looking better than it has in a year.
I'm stalking again like the mighty hunter I am. Go pancreas, go!
Happy OTJ Day Edwin!
Here's Edwin's intro page, his main thread, and his going OTJ page.
Now to turn it over to Edwin.
I was very, very small when I came to live with my mom. My mom went to the humane society to get two female kitties, but I insisted that I had to come home with her NOW. When she got me home, she realized that I was too young to even eat kitten kibble. I was probably about two weeks old. I don't blame her for not realizing how young I was since the last time she had a kitten she was only 3 years old. That kitty lived until a few months before I came along.
She got me a bottle and bottle fed me and taught me about using a litterbox. My sister Irene, who was a couple of weeks older than me and came home at the same time as me, helped too. Thank goodness there's that "PAID VET" paper on the table. That meant I could go home without them "fixing" me. My mom might not have remembered a lot about having a kitten, but she definitely knew I was still way too small for that.
My mom sure does like books, especially big science textbooks. I guess I better get comfortable sleeping in books. Look at my big ears with the tufts on them. I'm dreaming that I'm a bobcat.
Here's my sister Irene and me. We loved boxes and cuddling up together. We spent a lot of time on the screened in porch watching the world go by and the birds in the feeder that our mom put up. Irene used to jump up and hang from the screen right in front of the bird feeder on the other side of the screen. She'd hang on that screen like one of those stick on Garfield cats. She sure liked those birds.
We spent our first four years together, but then Irene got sick. My mom didn't know what was wrong with her and had to spend lots of time taking care of her. One day Irene went to the vet for surgery and then never came home. She had a nasty disease called FIP that took her away from me, but I was lucky that I didn't catch it. I was very sad and everytime I see a black cat I still call out hoping it might be her.
One think I love is sleeping. I love sleeping in windows, on the finest silk, under the table on the back patio, and especially on the rolling hassock at the cottage. I especially like when the "glowing sun" big infrared heater is on. It's so warm and bright that you could practically get a suntan from it.
The cottage is one of my favorite places in the world. I love going outside there and playing in the big storm drain. I like to hide in there and then when my mom calls to me I answer back. It makes my mom very confused since she can hear me but not see me. Once she gets closer to the pipe, she can see me looking up at her through the gap in the joint of the pipe. I'm a very good hider. I also love snoring away in the wild raspberry bushes that are right there.
See, I'm a very good hider. Can you find me?
Sometimes I like to dress like a goth cat.
Being a goth cat requires me to thoughtfully stare off into the distance. That gate in the upper right picture is for sitting on. It's sure not for keeping me in anymore since my mom started me on Adequan and I'm a better jumper again.
This past Christmas was good. Trees inside are also good for sleeping under. However, I got an even better gift a few months later when my mom bought me a brand new 10 ml bottle of Lantus. That helped me feel better. I don't mind the shots, but sometimes all the ear poking for testing makes me kind of cranky (though not as cranky as that Tramadol my mom gives me for arthritis pain). Sometimes my mom is very sneaky and takes a blood test while I'm sleeping really hard and doesn't even wake me up.
My mom might think she's tricky, but I can be very tricky too. Since my pancreas was still trying to work, my mom decided to switch me to Young Again Zero Carb Mature food (I have CKD too) to see if it would help with my BG numbers.
I decided to make my numbers so low that she couldn't give me any insulin anymore (I'm very sensitive to Lantus and only ever took a very small amount). Suddenly I was going OTJ without her even planning to have me do that. Today is day 14 without insulin. I'm feeling much better, am eating more and drinking less water, and my coat is looking better than it has in a year.
I'm stalking again like the mighty hunter I am. Go pancreas, go!
Happy OTJ Day Edwin!
Here's Edwin's intro page, his main thread, and his going OTJ page.
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Elizabeth
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I'm hoping that Tonka can do as well (although if it's the apron that's the key, then we're out of luck 
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I had a flashback last night and remembered how my mom used to wear aprons just like the one Grandpa has on! Back in the 50's and 60's when a couple gave a dinner party, they got quite dressed up (anyone watch Mad Men?), and the wife would wear a "hostess apron" over her cocktail dress. Grandpa has on a hostess apron! The apron mystery is solved! It still doesn't explain why Grandpa is wearing one. 
