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Leela's thyroid medication has arrived. She gets one-half of one pill every day, and this will (presumably) make her a happy, heftier cat ( Read more... )

Leela doesn't have renal failure.

Leela has anemia and possible thyroid issues. The initial diagnosis was confused.

This is about a million times better than renal failure. Now I'm scared of them turning the diagnosis around again.

I need to go and find a corner now, for sobbing purposes.

Back later.

So it looks like renal failure ( Read more... )

Leela's appointment got pushed back to today, rather than happening yesterday. Leela doesn't care, and took advantage of my (understandable) distraction and displeasure, eating a goodly portion of my soup and most of a bowl of Screaming Yellow Zonkers. Have I mentioned recently that my cat is actively out of her mind? Yeah, I thought so ( Read more... )

Leela has lost weight -- a lot of weight -- over the past few months. She's clingy and slow to react to things. She claws me frequently, which is normal, but doesn't really get excited or bite people anymore. She's pretty much entirely bones and skin, and when I came home from OVFF, she showed the beginning signs of dehydration. Immediately ( Read more... )

Leela has -- in her old age -- finally officially earned her title of The Smart Cat. Took her long enough ( Read more... )

This morning, I woke before my alarm and emerged from my room in time to actually catch Leela in the act of sleeping on my laptop keyboard. Thanks to her size, she fits perfectly when she loafs up and rests her head against the screen, and thanks to being a cat, she really doesn't care that Mommy's computer somewhat dislikes this sort of treatment ( Read more... )

Leela, my cream-coloured ball of fluffy Siamese evil, has finally been forced to sit up and admit the facts this year: namely, that she is getting old, and that no matter how much she may want to kick time's ass and send it crying home to Mommy, it's hard to bite what you can't see. Sadly, she's doing better with this revelation than I am; as her ( Read more... )

My Bathos bar (violet-scented bubble bath) was sitting on the lowest of the three shelves I use for my bath stuff and toiletries. Leela (my fourteen year old Siamese cat) made a mighty leap for the sink...and missed, hauling a) herself and b) the Bathos bar into the waiting maw of the open toilet ( Read more... )