Nice looking Vulcan, Gary.
We've been doing a bit of traveling, just got back. Spot and Alex had a nice stay with the vet. The techs told us that Spot spits at them from his kennel when he wants attention. We've never seen that behavior at home -- must be a kennel thing.
Unfortunately, Spot's bladder problem is back. He's allergic to Baytril, Clavamox, and who knows what else. So we have both cats on distilled water with a bit of cider vinegar in it, and we sprinkle Dasuquin, a joint powder, on their food. I think his squemish stomach and bladder are going to become one of her case studies.
We found out about the allergies because he got a Baytril shot for the bladder infection and crystals while at the vet, and he started throwing up. This is not a cat who throws up a lot. Then he got moved to Clavamox liquid. We gave him that right after his lunch, so he'd have food to keep it from being so harsh on his tummy. 2 1/2 hours later, he started throwing up. Ever seen a cat with the running vomits? First time for me, too. He threw up over and over for a half hour, down to the dry heaves. So we hauled him back to the vet for another Convenia shot.
The only thing we've not tried is pills inside a pill pocket, but he's not easily fooled, so I don't have much faith that he'd take his medicines that way, either. Not sure there are any pills left that he wouldn't throw up, anyway.
Meanwhile, Alex got his old cat exam and he's in fine shape. Sharing Spot's Dasuquin and vinegar water won't hurt him at all - the Dasuquin might help on those days when he has to think through the process before jumping high.
I have another heart monitor glued to my upper chest. This time I wear it for two weeks, then take it off and mail it back. I'm sure it will show that the A-fib is gone. But not being able to swim for two weeks reeks.
The hummingbird migration is done. We just have the residents still here. They'll probably leave next month. The barn swallows are gone, and I miss 'em. The only bird song now is the hummingbirds, an occasional finch, and the resident mockingbirds. The roadrunner raspberry doesn't count as song, and the scrub jays don't say much at all.
Mama Doe Lassie still brings the bucks with her into the meadow. She has a family unit of her, her three bucks, and three of this year's fawns that she's adopted. But she does know to only come to the house when they don't see or are not in the meadow, because that's the only time we'll bring out her corn.
I see it's time to feed the humans. Later, y'all.
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." -- Mahatma Gandhi
Czarny, black cat
Rainbow Bridge: Spotacus, Alexander the Grrreat, and so very many more