In spring of 2002, our family adopted two cats. My daughter chose Beck, a tuxedo cat, and my son chose Angel, a black cat. This is the story of Beck ( Read more... )

. . . and a happy kitty.


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Well, folks, he's fine. I can't notice anything wrong with the way he walks, and all the other problems were gone by the last update. He likes to hang out in the tall grass in our garden and chase grasshoppers and at this very moment, he's lying here against me purrrrrrring away. Over the course of the ordeal, he lost a lot of weight, but he was ( Read more... )

They're finishing up here at last. The kitchen is nearly done and all they have left is the bathroom up here. My grandfather's roll-top desk is safely ensconced in bubble wrap and cardboard. This is a big hurdle before I go. My organization provides a 'welcome kit' of pots and pans and sheets. . . the things I'll need to live here until I go. ( Read more... )

You're all lovely asking about him, thanks. I didn't post yesterday because there isn't much change ( Read more... )

I came home from work just now (it's 9:30pm, I know. Those are my work hours sometimes and lately it's been that way a lot) and first off fed Angel then took some of the wet food upstairs to where Beck has been hanging out under my bed. I fed him about two ounces and he scarfed it up. If he keeps it down for an hour or more, I'll give him some ( Read more... )

The vet came again -- she will be here every morning for five days. Each visit costs me the equivalent of $10-$15. Having paid vet bills in the States, I am not complaining.

WaterHe drank a little last night. He didn't pee again, though, and when the vet came she forced it out of him. It was highly concentrated, which is not a surprise. He ( Read more... )

Beck still isn't well. I'm not sleeping much. I'm crying all the time I'm not in front of audiences and pretending to be having a blast. I'm alone.

Thank you to all who've been so kind. Thanks Malfoy. Thanks for all the good thoughts.

(Now that this is ancient history, this post is no longer f-locked.)

The vet came again this morning. I told her that this morning he drank a lot of water and seems to be keeping it down, that he can't really walk because his back end doesn't seem to want to cooperate, that his eyes are sunken, and that he hasn't done any mouth breathing that I've seen since yesterday morning. She says the problems with the ( Read more... )