Meg and Chase
On Saturday two new family members will be coming home.
Most everyone knows I lost my sweet 15 year old cat, Ginger, to cancer in April. While I know I can never ever replace her I am ready to open my heart to another cat who needs a home.
I found a sweet mama cat who was found as a stray with her two kittens. The very next day after she was picked up two other orphan kittens were found. The two new (unrelated) kittens were given to the mama cat, and she took them in as if they were her own. She’s been nursing the four kittens in a veterinarian’s home who fosters cats.
The kittens and mama are now ready for adoption. I went to see mama a week ago, and she was quite shy. She hid in the cat tree, but she was purring so loudly we could hear her on the other side of the room.
I deliberately did not pay attention to the kittens. I was there for mama. While I was talking, I had a kitten on each foot and one between my feet. A second later kitten number four began to climb my leg.
I was delighted with these little babies. The orange guy climbing my leg stole my heart. Someone was originally supposed to be coming to look at him, but they backed out.
Since he seemed to have chosen me, I decided that shy mama might do better with one of her kittens with her.
Mama and son have been fixed and they come home on Saturday. Since I had a Ginger, Mama is going to be called Nutmeg (Meg), and junior is Dashiell (Dash). He’s a dash of nutmeg.
I’ve never had a kitten before. I’m terrified! I just hope both new kitties like my 11 year old Chase. He’s my diabetic cat. He’s a lovable mush, but he’s only lived with Ginger who did not like other cats at all. He put up with her bad temper for nine years. How he will react to these two is unknown. I’m hoping he finds them to be sweet tempered companions.
Wish us luck. I’ll post more after they arrive.
Still in pursuit of answers, I went for an upper endoscopy this past Monday. That went off as planned. I fasted from midnight the night before, and the test was at 11:30. My dear hubby took me. I was groggier this time; I even had to hitch a wheelchair ride out to the car. The upper endoscopy showed mild gastritis. No results yet on the biopsies he took.
I went yesterday for the last test my doctor wanted me to have, a CAT scan. That was more of a hassle than anything else. I had to go to Highland Hospital, a place I’d never been. I didn’t even know where it was! I had to fast from 10:00 a.m. The test was scheduled for 2:00. They didn’t do the scan until 4:10. I sat in the waiting room for over an hour! Once called in, I had to drink six 8-ounce cups of a sorbitol solution over an hour, and then wait 30 minutes. The scan and contrast dye injection were the easy part. Drinking all that liquid is nauseating.
The doctor called today with my CAT scan results already. I have acute diverticulitis. Ouch. I’m relieved I now know why I’ve been so sick. I’m on two antibiotics, a difficult task since I’m allergic to penicillin and sulfa, and many other medications bother me.
August has truly been the month from hell for me. In three weeks I’ve had an ER visit, a colonoscopy, an upper endoscopy, and a CAT scan. I’ve lost ten pounds, and I’ve missed five days of work. I’m eager to feel well again. I’m hopeful it’ll happen soon.
On a happier note, here’s some cute bird feeder photos of my chubby woodchuck and his friends, the blue jay, the squirrel, and assorted sparrows.