Tasha came home from Iodine 131 treatment today as expected. She is said to have been a fine little patient, eating and drinking (and pooping and peeing) well to keep up her strength and help eliminate the Iodine from her system. She did lose a slight amount of weight (now just under six pounds) but that’s due to the still-hyperactive thyroid. She surprised us by also not being shy towards her caretaker, showing no signs of withdrawal or aggression. The Iodine 131 treatment is a cure but her hyperthyroidism won’t be fully resolved for a while and we need to be careful about handling her for the next couple of weeks: she and her eliminations are mildly radioactive! So there will be no lap-sitting or snuggling for more than 15 minutes, hand washing is required after petting sessions, and no sleeping on the bed when people are in it! When she got home she went on an inspection tour of the place, sniffing here, rubbing there, sampling the food, and purring loudly all the while. Reassured, she began to relax and found her old sleeping spot at the foot of our bed. They treated her well at The Cat Company, but oh, it’s so good to be home!
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It was a day off today so I did minor cleaning of things, some prep work on the Big Publishing Project, a couple hours for lunch out, with a little time for washing my shirts. I usually lay out the shirts in a stack on the bed to collect later for the trip to the basement. If she’s around, Tasha always takes the opportunity to nest amongst the shirts. A photograph of the practice was long overdue.

A black cat, resident of a hardware store's property, peers out from the wheelwell of a disused industrial truck.
During a little exploration Sunday afternoon, we happened across a couple of “working cats” — felines that live on the premises of businesses, not strays but not housecats. One cat lives in the yard of a small town hardware store. There’s a large industrial truck parked permanently in front of the store’s windows but behind the firewood for which we were shopping. On the giant tire of that yellow-green truck was a beautiful black cat that put us in mind of our dear departed Missy. The kitty posed for a few pictures then, wary of strangers’ attentions, took off for parts more secluded. Stopping by at a nearby winery we sighted another cat sunning and grooming itself on a sub-roof near the main entrance. Kit paused, took a good look at us, then went about its business and we did the same. The wine wasn’t very good.
This morning I turned on the lights to find that overnight Tasha had eaten every morsel of food set out for her. She hasn't done so well in about a week. I also found her reclining on the open floor instead of in her recent hiding place. Her sniffles and sneezing have cleared up. These are excellent signs of improvement for our cat. On Saturday, however, Tasha opened a new wound on her shoulder — probably from biting. To help keep kitty from further damaging her coat through excessive licking and scratching, Dr. G. gave She Who Must Be Obeyed an Elizabethan collar for Tasha. The collar is a strange looking little thing fashioned from a blue plastic fabric and tied with a little cloth bow. I hope to get a photo of Tasha with her new garb but hope we can safely remove it soon … it gets in her way a bit when she's eating, walking, jumping, sleeping. Dr. also gave us a packet of DOUXO® Seborrhea Spot-on which may be helpful is relieving the skin irritation.
We are becoming increasingly suspicious that this entire incident may have been an allergic reaction to the wheat-based cat litter we've been using for couple of months; that Tasha's skin problem is atopic dermatitis. Her litter box filler is the only change she has seen in her environment that correlates with the beginnings of her skin problems. So Saturday night I dumped all of the Swheat Scoop litter into a wooded area and replaced it with standard clay-based cat litter. I really miss the wheat stuff because I could safely flush it down the toilet (and it won't hurt the woods where I dumped it). It was also light colored and, I thought, cleaner than clay. If, however, the cat (and possibly the wife) are allergic to the stuff, well, it must go!
Speaking of cats, our own Tasha continues to adjust to life with half as many teeth. {Actually, that's not literally true since the upper and lower jaws of the feline have differing tooth counts. Hopefully you get the point anyway.} She did have a rather messy problem Wednesday, however, as her tummy reacted violently, possibly to a change in her wet food diet. We went from one brand to another of canned foods hoping to find something that she liked better. The day of the switch she began, well let's say, returning the food after eagerly consuming it. If you think cat food looks bad coming from the can, you should see it coming back from the cat! I stopped feeding to give her stomach a rest, gave her an "extra" dose of her stomach med in case she missed one or needed a bit more, and went to bed. Next morning I cautiously offered her a few morsels of her favorite dry kibble. Dr. B. had said Tasha would adjust to her inability to crunch the pellets by swallowing them whole. I watched her closely as she first tried to bite a piece of food, then swallowed it. She quickly learned she could only lick up the bits and gulp 'em down. Once she finished the small meal I watched for, er, returns. None! A full day later we've returned to feeding kibble, Tasha's happily holding on to her food, and (for better or worse) she's likely going to regain some of the weight she lost in the entire dental ordeal. I'm purring.
Things have been fairly routine around here. Well, routine can mean different things to different people. Mostly it was the weekend when things were happening….
Tasha developed disturbing symptoms that appeared to be cystitis. Frequent urination, straining at the litter box, inappropriate urination, and restlessness/meowing all presented themselves. The symptoms had come and gone about a week earlier, but reoccurred with a vengeance late last week. So I took off early Friday and delivered one unhappy kitty to the vet; her symptoms had calmed so it was the trip to the vet that displeased her. Tests showed no crystals in her urine but there were signs of a bladder infection so poor Tasha got a penicillin injection and is receiving a week-long course of twice-a-day oral antibiotics to try and knock out whatever bug was causing her discomfort. She's tolerating the dosing well in part because I've (finally) become somewhat adept at the eyedropper. Kitty seems to be back to normal. We'll hear from Dr. B concerning lab results today or tomorrow.
Saturday my car went to the "car vet" –dealer service– for regular maintenance. They checked our record and found it's time for the timing belt to be replaced! Oh, joy: another big, unexpected expense! It's better than having the darned thing break which, we were told, does enough damage to the engine to cost on the order of $3,500 to fix. Still we didn't see this one coming.
Saturday night I had the observatory open from 9 to 11:00 PM at the behest of the student environmental group. This open night was to be a part of their Earth Day activities. A bat had moved back into the dome and/or shutter as had a bird or two. I chased the bat out of the dome and, before leaving, turned up the obnoxious "sonic repellent" that had been successful in keeping "Baxter" away. Unfortunately –or not, given sky conditions– this was also the college Springfest and the poor old observatory was up against a pop music concert, an orientation day, and several other activities. With many alternatives and little promotion we had only two visitors –a student couple– all night. Gave them a look at Saturn with moons Titan, Rhea, and Dione visible and told them about the observatory, telescope, etc. Sky conditions were clear but seeing was generally not very good with high-altitude water vapor preventing the sky from being very black. I couldn't find dim objects, not even M44 (The Beehive star cluster) but Saturn looked surprisingly good; the shadow of the ring system could be seen on the planetary body. Maybe a hint, now and again, at cloud banding on the planet. I took a look at Mars but between seeing preventing high-power views and with Mars receding and becoming quite small, it was less interesting than usual. That was about it for observing! I was happy to head home.
Sunday activity was chosen by She Who Must be Obeyed so we took our first bicycle ride of the season… the flat and easy rail-to-trail facility that runs through Oberlin. The weather was clear and cool with temperatures of about 65 degrees and light wind. The riding was easy and pleasant though we both wound up with sore-ish muscles from that short and easy 27-mile jaunt! Felt pitiable but it's been many months since we've been on two wheels. Lunch at Oberlin's Quizno's was very good and did not make us feel more guilt. One weird experience: when we parked our bikes at Quizno's my wireless bicycle computer, instead of registering zero miles-per-hour was reading upwards of 65 miles-per-hour whilst standing still! Apparently some radio source inside the building was causing the bizarre behavior. We didn't think about photographing the display until later and, when we returned to the sandwich shop to reproduce the experience, nothing happened! Cool photo gets away.
In all this weekend of cats, bats, and bikes was a good one.
Tonight when Sweetie got home she found Missy in desperate condition. I won't go into details but it was obvious Missy was very near death. We called the vet's office and took Missy in for evaluation but we all pretty much knew what had to happen. The choices were: extreme efforts to save her life, natural death at home, euthanasia. No good choices. Missy has been in poor health for some time and "heroic" measures pretty much equated to torture. A natural death promised to be lingering and hard. So we wound up asking Dr. G. to end Missy's life. Missy left us at about 6:30 tonight having lived nearly to the age of 18 (we thought she was a bit older but our records say otherwise). She had been with Sweetie and me through most of our marriage. Missy was a great cat.
As promised, Dr. B. called us Monday with the results of some fairly extensive blood work on Old Cat Missy. Turns out, by most measures, she's in very good shape. Test results show liver and kidney function to be good, within expected parameters for an elderly feline, blood cell counts generally good but with an elevated white count — 30 percent over normal. Blood sugar (see below) at 171 is considered under control but the glucosamine was virtually unchanged since the last test… not so good but Dr. B. did not recommend any change. Missy was presenting with some symptoms that concerned us (dehydration, lethargy, occasional vomiting) and one of the tests gave a possible explanation. She has been receiving medication for hyperthyroidism which is very common in old cats. Turns out dosing her, as prescribed, with the medication, methimazole, had driven her into hypothyroidism with measured level of .4. (Normal range coming…) Testing hadn't been done on thyroid levels since spring. So Dr. B. ordered her meds to be cut literally and figuratively in half (cut them little pills) and we're to watch and see how it goes and call him back in one week. So the tale of the ancient feline continues….




