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Kitteh Nooz
~The vet had renal failure concerns about the anti-inflammatory that he gave Icarus, said to watch for signs like peeing a lot, drinking a lot and listlessness. Hard to keep track of the first two with this whole mob, but I think he did pee a bit more than usual. However, he seems his same goofy self, though he's justifiably twitchy about Burrito Kitty Torture Time, poor thing.
There's just one more dose of the anti-inflammatory tonight and then it's just one more week of the nasty cherry shit [antibiotics] which he hates worse than death itself. Believe me, wrestling with a nineteen pound cat that obsofuckinglutly Does Not Want is no fucking joke.
The tumor still looks ugly and I cannot see any change. *sigh* But it's only been a week. And yeah, I've second guessed myself about going with meds instead of surgery more than once.
We're still about sixty bucks short of covering the vet bill but that won't bite until the end of the month.
There's just one more dose of the anti-inflammatory tonight and then it's just one more week of the nasty cherry shit [antibiotics] which he hates worse than death itself. Believe me, wrestling with a nineteen pound cat that obsofuckinglutly Does Not Want is no fucking joke.
The tumor still looks ugly and I cannot see any change. *sigh* But it's only been a week. And yeah, I've second guessed myself about going with meds instead of surgery more than once.
We're still about sixty bucks short of covering the vet bill but that won't bite until the end of the month.