Bad news, good news
Well, Doc T. called this morning with Lyra's blood test results - Diabetes. Ugh. I'm to take Lyra in tomorrow for a couple of days to figure out the optimal dosage for the feline insulin equivalent, then I get to give him shots twice a day possibly for the rest of his life. He's gonna hate me. Doc says he'll probably LOVE the food he's going to be restricted to, and if I feed him right after giving him shots, he may only remember the nummies, not the stress. We'll see. Poor kitty.
On a lighter note, I got the hardware cloth and zip ties to fix up the FN cage so Radar can't just walk out. He scared the pants off of me yesterday. I walked away from the cage for a little while to take care of Steve, and when I got back, the head count was one off. Where was Radar?? Thank God he's still sneezy - I heard him. He was on top of the cage, hiding in the pile of stuffed ratty toys (Rizzo, Beanie Baby, a Mummy that Melanie made, etc.). He kind of blended in, and was sitting so still I didn't see him till I climbed on the chair. What a little booger.
Steve has decided that Radar is HIS rat. This from the man who has given me constant grief over owning "prey animals" from the day I got my first hammie, years ago. They really are too cute together.
Recon is starting to warm up a little. He does NOT want to be picked up, but if my hand is in the cage, he'll come sniff and kiss and walk up my wrist, and from there it's OK if I bring my wrist up to my body with him balancing on it. He still won't take treats from my hand, but yesterday I got him to lick yogurt off of my finger, so we're getting there!
On a lighter note, I got the hardware cloth and zip ties to fix up the FN cage so Radar can't just walk out. He scared the pants off of me yesterday. I walked away from the cage for a little while to take care of Steve, and when I got back, the head count was one off. Where was Radar?? Thank God he's still sneezy - I heard him. He was on top of the cage, hiding in the pile of stuffed ratty toys (Rizzo, Beanie Baby, a Mummy that Melanie made, etc.). He kind of blended in, and was sitting so still I didn't see him till I climbed on the chair. What a little booger.
Steve has decided that Radar is HIS rat. This from the man who has given me constant grief over owning "prey animals" from the day I got my first hammie, years ago. They really are too cute together.
Recon is starting to warm up a little. He does NOT want to be picked up, but if my hand is in the cage, he'll come sniff and kiss and walk up my wrist, and from there it's OK if I bring my wrist up to my body with him balancing on it. He still won't take treats from my hand, but yesterday I got him to lick yogurt off of my finger, so we're getting there!