Thank you for so many kind wishes and prayers for my beloved Minky.
She spent an overnight stay in the oxygen cage, then was able to come home on an even higher daily prednisone dose.
Dr. Jason is so in love with this cat! He keeps saying she is such a beautiful person, such a joy to treat. Five months ago, when we went through another crisis, he said if she required oxygen we would have to take her to the LSU Vet School Clinic, as he didn’t have the capability. Now he’s gotten an oxygen cage to treat her. That is so wonderful, as our vet’s new office is a short two blocks from here, at the edge of our subdivision. The Vet School is a 20 mile ride, which would be enough stress to push a sick cat over the edge.
Minky’s x-rays showed progression of her lung disease. The sad truth is that she probably won’t be one of the meezers that lives two decades. The good news is that we had a wonderful day yesterday, with Minky being more social and happy than she has been in months. As I write this, she is stretched out across my knees, supervising all typing. Do you know how hard it is to type with a paw and a chin on your left wrist? I love it!
She woke up at 5:30 in her spot between our pillows and stepped over me to stretch out along my left side. I realized she was breathing rapidly, about 60 breaths/minute, and waited to see if her breathing would settle down. It didn’t. Normally she gets her morning medicines at 7 am, but I decided to go ahead and give it at 5:40.
There is the egret in the tree on the right, but do you see the second bird? I went out on the shore, and the sun came out from behind a cloud. Here, see the blue heron in the tree on the left?
That’s a lot of bird for those two little scrub trees!
Torrie was in the cat seat, just beyond the keeping room table.
I took the camera to DH’s office to show him our cuties, and when I returned to the keeping room, Torrie had piled in with Minky.
There was nothing to do but wash her – what Minky does best. (I just love how Minky always washes with her eyes closed.)
It has a more subtle beauty than the high contrast of the Meezer Ulmus. Different moods for different days, eh?
We now have a seating group of four upholstered chairs, and room to pull in more should the occasion call for it. Minky and Torrie have staked out their spots, and peace reigns.
Here’s the entire “Pride”, declaring a truce and napping on DH’s lap as he naps, too. (Left to right, that’s Victoria, or “Torrie”, Minky, and Casper.) Naps are a good thing…especially with cats to relax you.
This morning I finished the toe, and was ready for a photo shoot in the nice sunshine. One snap seems to be my quota before the photo shoot superviser shows up. 
Casper arranged himself tastefully and remained for his picture, thank you very much!
saw Casper getting his picture taken, she jumped right in – literally. Easy, Torrie…you don’t have to subdue the sock!
Victoria, the tortie point, aka our Warrior Princess, asked to be let under the covers. I was laying on my side, and she curled up in the C of my body. That was lovely for about three minutes.
landed on the foot of the bed. I was hopeful that he would curl up by my ankles, as he often does. Silly me, Casper was on his own goofy mission. He began walking up the ridge of my legs, on to my hip. “No, don’t do it, you big doofus! This is a mine field!” I thought. On he came, seemingly blissfully unaware that Victoria was under the covers. (Well, that’s his story, and he’s going to stick with it.) Casper put one big paw down on the blanket that covered the “innocent” Victoria, and she exploded out from under the covers, boxed his ears, and sent him packing off the bed!
less so that our 2-year-old grandson is staying with us. He’s a fine boy, but they are uneasy about humans that size. Wait until they find out that our son-in-law has gone back to their apartment to fetch their two cats! All guest cats will remain in the guest room, unless the grandson lets them out. I don’t even want to think about the turf war that could cause!
