Gilbert (the former feral cat in my bedroom) let me touch him last night. I've been working with him as much as I can to teach him to trust me and to build some confidence in the poor furball. He's been purring and kneading when I came into the room for awhile, but last night, when I brought him fresh water, he didn't wait for me to move my hand ( Read more... )

I left Flakey in the bathroom to collect a urine sample. I planned to get up every hour to check on her, but it didn't work. It ended up being two hours instead. Hopefully it's still good, but the bathroom is pretty cold to begin with. So it should be okay ( Read more... )

Oops. I didn't update last night. I meant to, because like I said, I want to keep track of how she's doing and if/how quickly she's declining ( Read more... )

This is turning into a Flakey journal pretty quickly. But I want to keep track of her progress ( Read more... )

She seems to be doing a bit better since Friday. The sub-q fluids seemed to help a lot. She went in for bloodwork today, but unfortunately, we didn't manage to get enough blood for any tests from her. Barely any, really. Her veins are too small and we couldn't keep her still enough long enough to get anything. So instead, I'm going to collect ( Read more... )

The watered down MediCal a/d is a big hit with Flakey. She's chowing down on her second quarter of a can this morning. That's encouraging. She's been giving me troubles this week with regular canned cat food, which is what prompted me taking her to the vet. They gave me Felovite II for her too, but she won't touch the stuff. If I just wipe it ( Read more... )

Flakey's dying. Cancer. Vet diagnosed her today. There's some debate as to whether its in her liver, or in her spleen. She's going for a blood test Tuesday to find out how advanced it is, what can be done to made her comfortable, and such ( Read more... )

I really haven't updated in awhile. And most of it's just pissed off work stuff. Blah. So here's a real update, including the rat story ( Read more... )

I'm apparently the only employee whose till is over ever. That must mean that I'm ripping people off intentionally!

God, I need a new job.

In other news, second degree burns are no fucking fun. Hooray for lots of painkillers (as prescribed by doctor)

( Cut so I don't spam anyone's friend' pages. )