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introducing...mellow!diabetic!cat!
Jul. 19th, 2005 09:39 amOver the weekend we dragged out poor, unsuspecting cat to the vet:
Cat: ::sniffing Sherpa per carrier:: Say...this looks a little familiar...you guys aren't going on another trip, are you? But this isn't your shapeless Eddie Bauer duffelbag! And it's not Christmas yet, even I know that. ::sniffing carrier again:: Hmmm, this smells like...
[Phone rings. The car service to the vet has arrived.]
Cat: ...OMG, IT'S THE SMELL OF MY OWN FEAR!
[Cat is mercilessly scooped up and stuffed into carrier.]
At the vet, the idea of Teh Cat's annual shots are shelved when we report to the vet that Teh Cat has been going through water like P. Diddy goes through Cristal, and thus it has been coming out the other end in vast quantities as well. (We shan't discuss the horror of the litter box.) Tests are done, and what we've feared over the past couple weeks have been confirmed: Teh Cat has diabetes.
Teh Cat blinks at the news. My spouse makes a squeak of distress; this is her beloved boy. I think, "ohshitNEEDLES!" because we now have to stick him twice a day for his insulin. So yesterday we went back to the vet, who showed us how to stick our poor boy (counting his first insulin injection later that evening, he was jabbed a total of four times: A demonstration from the vet, and test shots from both the spouse & I). I didn't do badly at all with the needle; some sort of latent rational, calm gene must have kicked in. (I like to think said gene is from my mom, who was a nurse...or maybe it's a sadistic streak: I don't do so well when the needle is going into me.)
It helps that Teh Cat is so lalalala calm about being injected. I think the change in his diet has helped: we're now supposed to feed him nothing but this canned food for diabetic cats--it's like the Atkins Diet for kitties, and he loves it. This morning after he ate and we had to give him his first shot of the day, he was purring happily while getting his shot. Goddamn the Pusher Man!
Cat: ::sniffing Sherpa per carrier:: Say...this looks a little familiar...you guys aren't going on another trip, are you? But this isn't your shapeless Eddie Bauer duffelbag! And it's not Christmas yet, even I know that. ::sniffing carrier again:: Hmmm, this smells like...
[Phone rings. The car service to the vet has arrived.]
Cat: ...OMG, IT'S THE SMELL OF MY OWN FEAR!
[Cat is mercilessly scooped up and stuffed into carrier.]
At the vet, the idea of Teh Cat's annual shots are shelved when we report to the vet that Teh Cat has been going through water like P. Diddy goes through Cristal, and thus it has been coming out the other end in vast quantities as well. (We shan't discuss the horror of the litter box.) Tests are done, and what we've feared over the past couple weeks have been confirmed: Teh Cat has diabetes.
Teh Cat blinks at the news. My spouse makes a squeak of distress; this is her beloved boy. I think, "ohshitNEEDLES!" because we now have to stick him twice a day for his insulin. So yesterday we went back to the vet, who showed us how to stick our poor boy (counting his first insulin injection later that evening, he was jabbed a total of four times: A demonstration from the vet, and test shots from both the spouse & I). I didn't do badly at all with the needle; some sort of latent rational, calm gene must have kicked in. (I like to think said gene is from my mom, who was a nurse...or maybe it's a sadistic streak: I don't do so well when the needle is going into me.)
It helps that Teh Cat is so lalalala calm about being injected. I think the change in his diet has helped: we're now supposed to feed him nothing but this canned food for diabetic cats--it's like the Atkins Diet for kitties, and he loves it. This morning after he ate and we had to give him his first shot of the day, he was purring happily while getting his shot. Goddamn the Pusher Man!
