seventhe: (Cats: I LIKE THEM)
So with the help of [personal profile] drakonlily and [personal profile] crankyoldman and some other friends, we have collectively rescued a mama cat and five babies from the wilds of a porch in Columbus. One of the babies was adopted out; the other 4 came to live with me until they are old enough to leave mama.

Mama is 1-2 years and incredibly smol. The 4 babies are around 3-4 weeks old. I know it's gonna go quickly, so I'm gonna keep a record here of what we do each day that's cute and noteworthy. I've been up there maybe 6-7 times today, making sure mama has enough food, making sure everyone is adjusting. Here are today's benchmarks:

- all the kids run to greet me when I come in the room, with tiny squeaks
- I had four amazed and confused kittens breathlessly watching me scoop their poops
- mama realized she could get away from the kittens by jumping on the bed; she then proceeded to take a half-hour breather-nap while I babysat
- for the first time since they've been here, mama lay down by me and let them nurse. I've never been able to actually watch a mama and litter nursing from that close and for that long before. The purring as the kittens feed reaches incredible volumes, and mom alternated between dozing and giving me this worn-upon look that's the cat equivalent of rolling eyes. I was just surprised and impressed that in the short time she's been here she came to trust me enough to feed the kids less than a foot from me. <333333


Tomorrow we start clipping kitty claws, and introduce some new toys. As for tonight, I'm curled up on the couch (where I've been sleeping bc my bed is covered in stuff, but that's another story) with my cats on and near me, and we're off to bed. They aren't mad yet, just a bit needy and kind of resigned.


Obviously pics will be coming -- it's hard to get great shots in that room, but I'll manage. :3
seventhe: (Default)
I am sitting in the waiting room of Lab Corp right now waiting for my blood draw (with bonus peeing test). I haven't eaten breakfast. I haven't had coffee. These are both cardinal sins in SevLand. It has been an expensive and depressing week for health in SevLand. (edit: I was interrupted for the test and am now happily seated at my desk with coffee post-breakfast.)

Yesterday I took Marzy in for his echocardiogram checkup. His heart murmur has gotten no better; while it's still better than it was at his very first visit (when he wasn't on any drugs or anything), it's worse than his last checkup. The obstruction in his heart is getting worse and the walls of his heart are thickening (from overwork), and while they were examining him they did see one fully stopped beat, which means he is at the maximum dose of atenolol he can be on. The thickening and the obstruction are so bad that they're starting to worry about heart failure and blood clots -- although he is still asymptomatic at home, which is still a good sign amidst all the bad news.

They've put him on another drug, one that will help prevent blood clots. There's a small chance that this new drug will act synergistically with his current dose to improve the murmur - it isn't a proven thing with the drug, but they've seen it happen in a few cases, so it is worth trying. It's an additional $10-14/month I guess (more expensive for humans but apparently I get a break because cats?) and he has to go back in 6 months for another echo.

I was pretty upset yesterday. I cried in the car on the way to giant eagle to get his new drugs, and then accidentally a diet coke from the store while I was waiting and cleaned myself up in the bathroom. My poor little baby and his little broken heart. He is so lucky that I found him and kept him, because i am a crazy cat lady who will pay $$$ to take care of him, and probably no one would have even found it until it was too late. Asshole. I love my cats more than I have loved anything ever and I hate it.

Plus I've got all these medical bills coming in (X-rays haven't shown up yet, but just refilled my inhaler, I look, $120) and physical therapy coming up and I may not be doing a whole lot of anything come September because dollars.

Bodies. Why.
seventhe: (Zeromus: HAY GUYS)
Marzy had his ~6 month checkup yesterday. He's been on the beta blockers since... December? And on this dose since at least February or March, I think.

His heart murmur has not healed itself or grown smaller; he still has very bad cardiomyopathy, a level 5/6. (Sometimes the heart can fix itself as it grows, or over time, and a murmur will heal itself; this isn't the case for Marzy.) It's still very serious. But it is stable; it isn't getting worse.

There were two minor improvements and one minor flag, a thing-to-watch. Overall it's still a net improvement, and the doctor said specifically she was very pleased with how far Marzy has come on the drugs from his initial echocardiogram and she can see definite changes comparing the ultrasounds, so he is improving. Just... slowly.

So he stays on this dose of drugs for another 6-9 months and then goes back to get looked at again.

*sigh*
seventhe: (Rydia: calls the monsters)
There are two preludes to this story:

(1) So Rydia still fights with the boys occasionally; this is worse at the townhouse, because with all of us - and Becky - there, space is pretty limited, meaning Rydia doesn't have a very good "safe haven" she can run to when she just doesn't want to be bothered with their bullshittery. They get along fine most of the time; it's really just when one gets in her all up in her space (it's usually Marzy), or when sometimes they (read: Marzy) interpret her as playful, and try to bat at her tail or boop her nose. She'll howl and hiss and sometimes swat. Depending on how they reply, it can continue, although usually they get the message and leave her alone.

It isn't anything bad, although I don't like when it happens. It's just a feline assertion of boundaries. Rydia is made of cranky cat hate, anyway.

(Side note: how come I can't just hiss and swat when somebody comes into my space and bothers me? KIA SOUL I AM LOOKING AT YOU)

(2) There's a pack of stray cats that live out by the dumpster. I saw them for the first time a couple months ago: there's a little wild patch of brush and bushes and stuff leading into the woods behind the dumpster, and they chill in there. There's a mom and at least 3? 4? kittens, mostly black and grey, and some of them are fluffos; the kittens are not kittens, they're at least ~6 months old, but they still follow the mum like a pack. They seem pretty feral; they looked curious about me, but certainly didn't want to come out of the wild brush and investigate.

So last night about 4:30 I was awakened by the howl-snarl-hiss of Rydia and Marzy getting into it. Gee, thanks, cats. I rolled over. But it didn't stop: suddenly there was just howling, that low warbling mournful-angry-painful deep howl that cats do. By the time I had gathered my poor sleep-stiff brains together I'd realized that it probably wasn't Rydia, because it sounded like it was coming from outside (I have my window open pretty much forever). I went to the window. It sure sounded like a very unhappy cat. Now I'm picturing a cat run over by a car or something awful. So I got out of bed and went downstairs - subtly checking to make sure it wasn't any of my cats - and then slipped outside.

Right in front of the neighbor's townhouse are two of the ferals: the black one and another one that was hiding under a car that I couldn't see. Neither one would approach me, although they kind of sat and stared. They'd at least stopped howling - maybe one was a lady in heat; maybe I'd interrupted cat sex - and eventually kind of slunk off, which made me feel better because hopefully neither one was injured.

So I have a new goal now. My goal is to befriend the dumpster kittens... enough that I can take them in to get them all fixed. I'll pay, I don't mind (although I'll take donations!), and I'm pretty sure they're feral enough that they won't want to live with people anyway - they can go right back to the dumpster. I just hadn't really thought about it until last night, but I want to make sure they're taken care of, so that there aren't suddenly 40 dumpster kittens next spring.

well

Dec. 6th, 2010 10:15 pm
seventhe: Rydia (Rydia)
The news on Marzy's heart is both bad and hopeful.

Technical version: he has hypertrophic obstructive cardiomyopathy.

His heart murmur is real, and it's disease-related rather than "functional" (the kind a cat can just live with). Basically, one of his heart valves isn't working correctly. Because of this, his heart is overworking, which means the muscle is thicker than usual (a bad sign). This thickening has pulled one of his valves into the wrong position. It doesn't close properly (causing the murmur), and it also gets into a weird position when open, blocking a lot of bloodflow in his heart.

The hopeful news is that often, blockages like this can be helped with medicine. The meds can help calm his heart down, which will both thin the walls AND help that valve "reset" itself to the right position. So today, Marzy has started beta blockers. LOL.

He'll go back in two weeks for another evaluation, during which they'll check his response and possibly re-titrate his dose. And if nothing has happened... we'll discuss further options. But the doctor seemed moderately hopeful that the valve would respond to the meds, so I am too.

We caught this early. He's only 1yr 4mo, and the doctor said that she doesn't see any signs of the chambers of his heart actually enlarging (a really bad sign). If he responds to the pills, chances are he's going to be okay. ♥

He'll be on the drug for life. He takes a dose twice a day. I'm not yet sure what this means for me - can I still travel? Can I go somewhere overnight? Is he going to be okay? Am I going to have to pay for a pet-sitter every time I want to go to Pittsburgh? Do I have to take him into a vet for overnight? Is it going to cost me hundreds of dollars just to see my family?

But these things aren't worth worrying about right now. All I'm focused on is making my poor kitty better.
seventhe: (Rosa/Rydia: got your back)
Rydia caught a mouse last night.

And left it lying neatly on the floor beside my coat and school bag.

She is so sweet. I am so proud.
seventhe: (Anima: creepy)
Dear Columbus,

Hi! YOU ARE IN OHIO. PLEASE BUY A SNOWPLOW. When I cannot change lanes on a major highway due to the mountains of snow still on the road, and I've seen over 12 cars in ditches who did try to change lanes in the last 20 minutes, and this is not an exaggeration - something is wrong. I have never driven 40 on a highway before. Ever.

YOU FAIL AT WINTER.

No love,
Sev.

CC: Pickerington

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Dear IT company at work,

I do not like coming in to work, finding the power supply on my computer dead, and having to call you, mainly because you are made of idiots with a topping of stupid sauce. One hour later you called me back to inform me you'd opened a "ticket". I am glad I made the executive decision to just ring up the old computer guy because he made some calls and found a spare desktop I could snag a power supply from. Four hours later you notified me that you were "assigning the ticket" to the old computer guy - who had already solved my problem. Glad we got you involved, crappy IT company!

YOU FAIL AT LIFE.

No love,
Sev

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Dear Rydia,

I am sorry I had to put you in the box this morning and take you to the scary people. I am taking your claws out because you made that hole in Mummy's couch, and I do not want you to be pointy anymore. You should not have done that. I promise I will feed you when you get home since I couldn't give you food last night. Please forgive your Mummy.

Love,
Sev

NaNo post

Nov. 3rd, 2006 10:29 am
seventhe: (NaNo 2006)
I am at home, I have a pot of coffee in the kitchen and a mug of pumpkin-spiced coffee right next to me, and I have the entire day to write NaNo (except for cleaning the shit in my house for when [livejournal.com profile] drakonlily comes). I am on my comfy couch with my laptop on and the sun shining. I am at ~5200 words and should only get higher - which I will need, as my NaNO is like only 16 days long.

I only have one complaint.

Dear Rydia,

It is impossible for me to write - AT ALL - when you are continuously trying to climb into my lap and curl up. On top of the laptop. I love you, dearkitty, but ...must you choose NOW for a cuddleattack?

There, sit next to me and keep my leg warm. Much better.

Love,
Sev.

Kittens!

Oct. 10th, 2006 08:22 pm
seventhe: (Seifer: UR TRAININ CENTR)


IT'S [livejournal.com profile] lassarina'S FAULT. I SWEAR.



...Can someone be legitimately bunnied for pictures? Hee!
seventhe: (Lulu: I Hate You)
First off, I am a bad kitty mommy. I need to learn to change Rydia's litterbox way more often than I am in the habit of doing.

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Second, I have a work rant/question, so for those of you who have real jobs, or have worked real jobs, this one's for you...

Although I'd like to state for the record that this does not have anything specific to do with my own job: it is just thoughts I've had, so hey, don't fire me for blogging, jerks. DISCLAIMER!

How come ... you always have the one guy ... that everybody always complains about ... who doesn't do his job / does his job wrong / lies about things / takes credit for other people's work / doesn't listen / has other crap communication skills / fill in the blank ... and everyone knows about it, including the bosses ...

...AND NO ONE DOES ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!

I just don't understand the politics of the workplace, I guess. If someone is difficult to work with, I think they should be called on it. I'm not saying that person needs to be fired or something, but I think the workplace (and the world!) would be a lot better place if people could be fucking honest about how they feel about people without being dicks.

It's called being a grownup!

I always see Person A complaining about how Person B is taking all the credit for their project, or that Person C doesn't ever listen to suggestions anyone else makes, or how Person D is dragging their feet on something in some kind of power struggle, or that Person E isn't doing their part of the work, or that Person F is poisoning Person G behind A's back. And yet Person A isn't ever willing to take the first step and do something positive about it that might actually solve the problem?

Here's how the conversation should go. )

*sigh* I will never understand it, but it's mostly because I don't understand politics, or things like "tact". I tell somebody what I think of them, and if I'm too chicken to do it, I don't go around saying it behind their back because I have no right. Why can't people treat other people like people? WE'RE ALL GROWN UPS!

It makes me wish my job was a comm like [livejournal.com profile] workplace_wank or something. I work with one certain person who would be on it ALL THE TIME.

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