Things are going pretty good over here. I’ve had some short, but meaningful, discussions with Xannatos about how I’m doing now that I’m completely off of the medication. I admit that sometimes I wish I were back on the Zoloft, but after talking with Hubby I’ve decided that I don’t need it anymore, and I’m using it more as a crutch.
I did have a horrible-almostwentbackonmymeds-day last Friday. It was scary. Really scary, and I began to question a lot of things. Mocha, our oldest remaining cat has been going through some serious health related issues due to the medication for her Hyperthyroidism, and we came close to losing her. It was rough, and it was too much. She’s ok now, and everything’s back to normal – mostly. She’s completely off of her meds, and when our tax return comes in I’ll be taking her to Oregon for I-131 treatment to get rid of the Hyperthyroidism since she can’t take any medication to manage the disease.
Also, with Xannatos’ support, I’m looking into going back to school for Pre-Vet. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but I admit that I’m a little hesitant because I don’t know how it’s going to affect the whole baby thing. The responsible thing for me to do would be to hold off until I’m completely out of school, but that’s going to take me at least 8-10 years and, frankly, I don’t really see that as an option. I’m already having enough issues, and I don’t need to add to it me being close to, or in, my 40’s.
Such a handsome boy!
Lastly, on my completely horrible day last Friday, I went to the local Humane Society and met a sweet little kitten named Diego. I didn’t go looking for a new cat, I just wanted some kitten-antics to help cheer me up, but I should have known better. He had been returned the day before because the woman who adopted him earlier that week brought him back because he just wasn’t ‘flashy’ enough! Can you believe that? Seriously, what a fucktard.
He’s been renamed Corbin Dallas, and is currently quarantined in my sewing room with the birds and rats. He had a bit of a lesson with Turtle (one of my rats) who it turns out is going a bit senile, and he’s leaving the birds alone for the most part. His first trial has been Terra, our dog.
One thing you need to know about Terra is that she’s a huge Love, and her best friend is our cat, Kira. When I first introduced the new kitten to her two days ago, she went up to him nose-first and scared the crap out of the kitten and his response was to thwap her across the nose. It really caught the dog off guard!
However, she wasn’t about to let that get in the way of making friends. Across roughly 6-7 hours, she inched ever closer to the new addition. I kid you not! This dog started at the doorway by the rat cages, and every little bit would move an inch or so closer to the kitten who was laying in the dog’s bed underneath my ironing board. By the end of the day, she had gotten so far as actually touching the bed without him hissing. As of last night, as long as she doesn’t move too quickly, Corbin is alright with her, and he’s even taken to attacking the tip of her tail. She doesn’t quite know what to make of that, as she knows it’ll just be another scratch if she looks at him, but you can tell she’s quite pleased at the contact!
Lastly, Corbin went to the vet for some sniffles. The vet thinks it’s most likely a reaction to all the dander in the room, but considering Mocha, she wanted to hit him with an oral antibiotic and some eye goop. He’s not too thrilled about that, to say the least. I also asked her if he was actually 8 weeks old or not. She agreed that he was quite large at almost 4 pounds, but his teeth are very much those of an 8 week old kitten. So, she said that normally, a kitten gains one pound a month, but that in his case he’s just going to be a big cat. He’s a solid little boy, without an ounce of fat on him!
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