Marley has Stablized

Thanks bunches for your happy healing vibes!  Marley in Australia has stabilized, and his parents are hopeful.

You guys rock!  Love the fact that geo-theo-political boundaries are proving boundary-less when it comes to pulling together in Love and Hope., and am so grateful that this tiny  parking space along the information superhighway, devoted to an obscure condition (in a  cat, no less!), has enriched our lives in such a splendid fashion.

On our end, am still on deadline; project was extended for another week, and it looks more definite that the next project will land immediately after this one is delivered.  Woohoo Chicken and Lactulose money for another two months!  Crossing my fingers and rubbing Newt’s belly.

And speaking of Newt, am trying really, really hard to not go all neurotic mama cat – for the second time in a week.
Had an episode last week where the new pharmacy did not compound his Neomycin, and when I arrived for pick up on Saturday, was told we had to wait until Monday. 


The good news is, that since it was not done in time, we had a chance to discuss the Rx with the compounding pharmacist, and opted to go for the tuna this time instead of the lemony chicken.  MUCH better.

Crisis averted – until tonight.

Opened the new bottle of Lactulose tonight for his dinner dose, and, oh, no, it’s the wrong kind!  Instead of the odorless, clear liquid we’ve been getting, it is the nasty green puke-smelling other kind that he won’t eat. Not only that, but he’s been a bit off his feed today.  Although, the little brat did jump onto the counter while I was processing the Cheap Chicken Friday chicken for freezing and started tearing hunks of it off. The chicken, that is, not the counter. 

So, for tonight, looks like it will be a tablespoon of chicken and goo, and if he refuses to eat that with his Lactulose on it, we’ll have to direct dose his meds.  Cat Daddy will be coming to the rescue (again!) and going back to the pharmacy tomorrow for the good stuff.

And so, time for the midnight snacks here at the zoo. Night, all!

Miss You Guys!

Just a quick hello from crazy calendarland.  I miss you guys!  I love my job, I really do, but sometimes I get to feeling a wee bit sorry for myself.  That is, until I kick my arse and get over myself  

Being a freelancer affords me the flexibility to spend the majority of my time easily arranging the calendar around our little liver shunt cat’s special dietary needs and the Dog’s potty breaks.  Frequent mini-meals, a la fresh din dins every 5-7 hours. Alas, the flip side of that means that when work comes in, all bets are off, and Cat Daddy and I scramble to ensure adequate lunchroom and hall monitor duties. 

Working on these major projects typically for 30 days each project means that usually I’m working 18 hours a day, 7 days a week for that month. If I’m lucky, the deadline extends for another week or month or three. Yay! More chicken and Lactulose money!  But it also means that my Schnookie Snurfing Sessions are severely shortened, as well as my other important home care rituals. Things like scratching Cat Daddy’s belly and kissing the dog’s cheek – or is it the other way around?  By the third week of the deadline, I’m so tired I don’t know whether I’m coming or going – or, scratching or kissing, as it were!

So that’s where the feeling sorry for myself comes in.  No time to keep up with our other shunt cat friends, no leisurely coffee visits with friends, no Newt News, barely enough time to shower, and collapse into bed for a few hours until time to get back to work.

Today was a short day, so I’m taking advantage of it to say hello to you loyal subscribers and assure you that Cat Daddy is taking his customary wonderful care of Pookie Bear.  Newt is doing fine, and actually helped me with my shower tonight.He’s been a little stinker of late, refusing to give me my much-needed spotted belly snurfs, but am hopeful that tonight will be the night. 

Rumour has it that our deadline is being extended, and not only that, another I’m being slated to immediately move over to another project when this one delivers.  Good news, right?

Yeah, except for the exciting fact that I’m soooo tickled to have been invited (dared!) to participate in the Tour de Fleece right in the middle of it all!  Excellent motivation to kick my spinning into some semblance of order.  I hope! Wish me luck.

And speaking of luck, going to close with a plea for your prayers, healing energies, well wishes, good luck, all your vibes please, for Marley in Australia.  Marley has been having a rough time of it lately, being hit with a double whammy – diagnosed with pancreatitis on top of his liver shunt.  He’s been having some rough days while his vets try to determine an effective management protocol for both of his issues.  His mums have been superstars in his care, and they are inspirations to many of us.  So, vibes if ya got ’em..

Oops, gotta go, Newt wants a snurf – woohooo!