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Living in a pet hospital

It was a rough weekend.  My beloved Lucy developed acute blindness.  The vet was a bit perplexed Friday.  He prescribed an anti-inflammatory and antibiotics with the hope that her condition is caused either by an infection or pressure on her optic nerve.  We have an appointment Thursday with the clinic's new resident cat specialist to follow up.  Poor baby.  I must say though, it's amazing how well she gets around.  She has long been an outdoor cat, very independent, so keeping her cooped up inside in near impossible.  She came with the house, after all and lived outside her entire life before we came along.  She doesn't stray too far away and knows the turf better than we do, at ground level, so after one excruciating night trying to keep her in, we let her go.  She was gone for a few hours, then came home.  Lucy can still jump up onto the countertop where she eats, though she does give it a little extra umph and flies a little higher than needed.  It seems to be her way of making sure she hits the mark. It's raining now, so she's perched on the back of the couch as I type this.  I can tell she's frustrated and a little extra cranky.  Of course, she's been known to be grumpy even when she's perfectly healthy.  That's what we love about her.  Spunk.  You never know if she'll purr when you pet her or smack you hard enough to draw blood.  She's a calico kitty, through and through.  I hear purring right now, so I guess this is a moment of contentment.

Crawford had a seizure Friday evening.  After discovering Lucy's diminished vision, was a bit distraught and forgot to give her a night-night treat.  We think her seizures are the result of Hypoglycemia, so it's important to keep her blood sugar levels from dipping too low.   She's fine now, but those are never fun and they take a toll.

Doc the doctor dog tweaked his leg the other day and was in some pain over the weekend.  Rest and his arthritis medication have got him feeling better.  We stuck to a short walk this morning.

The bright spot is the kittens.  Even with all this, it's hard to stay miserable watching baby fur-balls play.  They make me smile.

It's raining and my asthma has improved somewhat, so I'm on the mend.  Congestion is still a problem, although with all the animal issues lately, I'm finding it to be a perk.  I can't smell the kittens' litter box and the experience of cleaning up Crawford when she makes a doody has become scent-free.  

I whipped out a story this morning, inspired by a trip to the market yesterday.  Is it any good? Don't know.

We're off to the hardware store for a yellow jacket trap.  We are inundated with them. So annoying.

A hui hou.  Aloha.


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