Siren Song

Wilbur is always ready for MY breakfast time. He finds my vitamins irresistible.

Successful surgery!

Big day today. Skootch went for his dental surgery first thing this morning. I got a call midday from Dr. Jeff, telling me that there were no extractions, just lots of scraping and cleaning. Skootchie came through the anesthesia all right. I was so relieved. You just never know. And to top it all off, Dr. Jeff drove Skootch home and delivered him to my door (he lives nearby)! This was a relief, too, because we had a miserable snowstorm today, and the vet is half an hour away from home on a good day - if there's a snowstorm during rush hour it takes HOURS. So Skootch gobbled down his dinner and wanted more. I told him to wait, just to be sure he keeps it down. PHEW.

Dear Friends
Last year I attended the BlogPaws Conference for pet bloggers. I had a wonderful time and met many fellow bloggers and just enjoyed being one of many "crazy cat ladies". I'll be attending again this year. I had the temerity to nominate myself for best cat blog, best humor blog, and best blog post for this year's Nose to Nose BlogPaws Awards. I know there are some formidable entries for those categories this year, but I would totally appreciate nominations from any of you out there who feel so inclined. If you would like to vote, please click here.
Thanks again!

Skootch hasn't totally adjusted to the youngsters. Wilbur (especially) and Louie pick on him. He has always been the low guy on the totem pole, and I feel badly that this has come to pass in his elder years.

Poor Skootch. I've noticed his bad breath for a while. It's WAY worse than regular stinky cat breath. He had one tooth removed a couple of years ago. I took him to the vet a few weeks ago, and he definitely has tooth problems - we won't know how extensive until he's under anesthesia. And speaking of that, we had blood work done, plus an ultrasound (he has a heart murmur), to make sure he could tolerate anesthesia. THEN we had to wait for a couple of weeks, waiting for a surgery slot to open up. I am feeling anxious - he is 16 - plus he's having trouble chewing. I wish we could have had this done sooner. I feel guilty because I had to delay dealing with this on account of my rush job. He may lose teeth.