kryskat
Member Since 2010
I passed out on the couch again. Just so exhausted lately - don't even wake up for my alarms...
She vomited around PM +9. Real vomit - I hate when that hard won food is wasted like that... I don't know why she vomited - I did give a dose of azithromycin last night, but that was nearly 8 hours prior to the vomit. I only mention that because she'd vomited shortly after her last dose of azithromycin (the IM vet suggested I keep giving this to her). I know she hates the cod liver flavor, so it makes her gag - which kind of makes sense why she'd vomit soon after. But seems unlikely it would make her sick 8 hours later. So... could be a chemo drug side effect... Could be the cowboy cookout that we had for the first time. Or something completely different.
She's not feeling well - poor girl. I knew her PS would be high. But I fed 2 Tbsp Wellness this AM - even about 1 hour after the vomit, she did lick at some food so it wasn't totally repulsive to her.
Sigh.
Today's story, a.k.a. "The [first] time that she outwitted BF":
I was taking a shower when all this happened. Apparently, BF (the original one who adopted Kasha with me) wanted a cigarette. No smoking in the house, but we had the 2 top floors of a house and an open front porch on the 2nd floor. Kasha LOVED to go out on that porch but you had to watch her or she'd sneak under the porch wall thing and get out on the little bit of roof over the first floor porch. Anyway... BF was going out on the porch for a smoke and figured Kasha would want to go out there with him. He stepped out the door onto the porch and held open the storm door for her. Meanwhile, she walked up and pushed the main door closed, locking it. So, BF went and had his smoke then went to the window off the porch that led into the spare bedroom. He tried to get his fingers under the screen to open it up so he could get into the apartment that way. Except Kasha came into the spare room and clawed and bit at his fingers to keep him from coming in. Finally, he took out a knife or something and slashed the screen enough that he could reach his whole hand through and push her away. Keep in mind - I'm in the shower while all this is going on. So, BF gets back in through the spare room, I get out of the shower and Kasha comes strutting into the bathroom looking so completely smug I had to question what she'd been up to. She was SO pleased with herself... and then I went out and found the screen in the spare bedroom slashed to bits. What happened? I asked. BF sheepishly told me what had happened. I asked, you couldn't just wait for me to finish my shower? I thought it was so funny, because he'd never thought all that much of cats and then she went and outwitted him. I'd hear him on the phone with his friends, saying "I don't even like cats, but this cat is cool!". And when we broke up, he moved out and got... you guessed it. A cat of his own...
Yesterday
She vomited around PM +9. Real vomit - I hate when that hard won food is wasted like that... I don't know why she vomited - I did give a dose of azithromycin last night, but that was nearly 8 hours prior to the vomit. I only mention that because she'd vomited shortly after her last dose of azithromycin (the IM vet suggested I keep giving this to her). I know she hates the cod liver flavor, so it makes her gag - which kind of makes sense why she'd vomit soon after. But seems unlikely it would make her sick 8 hours later. So... could be a chemo drug side effect... Could be the cowboy cookout that we had for the first time. Or something completely different.
She's not feeling well - poor girl. I knew her PS would be high. But I fed 2 Tbsp Wellness this AM - even about 1 hour after the vomit, she did lick at some food so it wasn't totally repulsive to her.
Sigh.
Today's story, a.k.a. "The [first] time that she outwitted BF":
I was taking a shower when all this happened. Apparently, BF (the original one who adopted Kasha with me) wanted a cigarette. No smoking in the house, but we had the 2 top floors of a house and an open front porch on the 2nd floor. Kasha LOVED to go out on that porch but you had to watch her or she'd sneak under the porch wall thing and get out on the little bit of roof over the first floor porch. Anyway... BF was going out on the porch for a smoke and figured Kasha would want to go out there with him. He stepped out the door onto the porch and held open the storm door for her. Meanwhile, she walked up and pushed the main door closed, locking it. So, BF went and had his smoke then went to the window off the porch that led into the spare bedroom. He tried to get his fingers under the screen to open it up so he could get into the apartment that way. Except Kasha came into the spare room and clawed and bit at his fingers to keep him from coming in. Finally, he took out a knife or something and slashed the screen enough that he could reach his whole hand through and push her away. Keep in mind - I'm in the shower while all this is going on. So, BF gets back in through the spare room, I get out of the shower and Kasha comes strutting into the bathroom looking so completely smug I had to question what she'd been up to. She was SO pleased with herself... and then I went out and found the screen in the spare bedroom slashed to bits. What happened? I asked. BF sheepishly told me what had happened. I asked, you couldn't just wait for me to finish my shower? I thought it was so funny, because he'd never thought all that much of cats and then she went and outwitted him. I'd hear him on the phone with his friends, saying "I don't even like cats, but this cat is cool!". And when we broke up, he moved out and got... you guessed it. A cat of his own...
Yesterday
