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I’ve been disheartened by just how out-of-shape I am. I started exercising Sunday, and I chose my “easiest” exercise video. I used to dislike that one because it was “too easy”. It kicks my butt now. I did it on Sunday and Monday and thought I’d die.  

It doesn’t help that dear Rumpelmintz HATES for me to exercise.  I don’t know why, but she HATES it.  Perhaps it’s just because I’m not paying attention to her.  Sunday I started the video, and about half way through, Rumpelmintz bit the back of my head during floor exercises.  Ow!  I had to hold her for the rest of the video.  Monday night, she started to attack me – Kitty.com jumped to my defense, and they proceeded to fight on top of my head.  They stopped – then Rumpelmintz came up to bite my head – I fended her off, but got my arm bit.  She may need to go in “time out” when I exercise.

Exercising annoys me, as does most everything else.

Exercising annoys me, as does most everything else.

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Studley’s furcut

Well, apparently when I reassured Studley about his punk “furcut” after his recent pancreatitis episode, I was TOO reassuring.  I thought he looked embarrassed (not to mention COLD), coming home from the hospitals with a shaved belly, shaved sides, and three shaved legs.  So,  I told him patchwork furcuts like his were ALL the rage now.  All the trendy kitties were wearing them.

Sexy furkini

Sexy furkini

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I have an aversion to the word “resolutions”, for whatever reason, so instead I try to come up with goals for the year ahead – preferably with steps toward achieving them.

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Once again life has gotten in the way of my writing. Seems I’ve been doing a LOT of writing about Studley lately – and apparently Studley likes having the spotlight shown upon him as yet again he’s “inspired” a post.

It started on Saturday, pretty innocuously.  Studley didn’t eat breakfast.  At the time, I thought little of it.  I’d walked toward him to give him his pill, and he ran away.  When he didn’t come back and eat, I figured he was just nervous about pilling, and it wouldn’t hurt him to skip a meal.  (I did get him later, napping, for the medication.)

However, he seemed fairly lethargic throughout the day.  Around 4:00 p.m. he vomited.  By evening, he wasn’t interested in dinner and was drinking a lot of water (highly unusual, especially for a cat on an all-wet diet).  In fact, at one point, he just lay by the water dish with his head over it – and that was enough to convince me a visit to the emergency vet was warranted.
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Since I’ve been talking about Studley a lot recently, and the struggles (and now successes) with medicating him, I thought I’d write a bit about more about his history.

Studley was a feral cat in my friend’s neighborhood.  A feral cat differs from a stray cat.  A stray cat may or may not be socialized, but typically when someone refers to a “stray” they are referring to a socialized cat that is homeless and living outside.  A feral cat is not socialized to humans, it’s “wild”. 

Anyway, Studley lived in my friend’s neighborhood and would frequently enter the courtyard of her building and “service” the female cats.  Sex between cats is a very LOUD occurrence – lots of screaming involved (and not the good kind).  So, neighbors quickly became annoyed and figured they’d trap Studley and take him to an area shelter.  The shelters in that particular city are not “no-kill” – there are two of them, and one euthanizes if cats are unclaimed (and unadopted) after about a week, the other after three days.  So, my friend knew an unsocialized feral cat didn’t stand much of a chance there, and since the neighbors were on the “look-out” for him, neutering him and releasing him – though it would likely have solved the noise problem, didn’t seem a viable option to her.  So, she decided to trap him and get him to me, and I’d find a “no-kill” shelter to take him.  (I have to confess, this was in 2002 and I didn’t realize how remote my chances were of finding a “no-kill” shelter in my area that would take a feral cat.)

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Popping pills

I pilled Studley Sunday night! Aren’t you proud of me?

He’s been pretty much terrified of me when we’re on the first floor as in his opinion, I seem constantly intent on catching him or pilling him or giving him suspicious (medication-laced) food or treats. But last night, he was upstairs and had his guard down and I managed to catch him because he saw me coming and started into the den, then paused and thought “Oh wait, den is bad – harder to hide in the den, should have gone in bedroom” and that pause cost him the game.

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I wrote earlier about my current medication frustrations.

They continue.

It’s become even more difficult to pill Studley. I took him to the vet yesterday (where he got a depomedrol steroid shot for suspected asthma). If the shot works, we’ll begin inhaled meds. In the meantime, his still on some pills for another (behavioral) issue. When I voiced my concerns at the vet yesterday, as I’m not sure the pills are even helping or necessary and incredibly difficult to give him, the vet needed to see for himself by prying Studley’s mouth open and popping down a piece of a treat. Well, sure, looked easy enough for him. In my defense, the vet didn’t have to CATCH him. I’d already chased him around the house to get him and put him in a carrier and transport him to the vet, and was holding him, docile, on the exam table.
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Most frequently asked question I get, absolutely, is “How many cats do you HAVE?”

One of the other frequent questions: “Do they all get along?”

Answer – no, not really. My three girls (Jellybean, Rumpelmintz, and Kitty.com) do NOT like other cats. They have a tendency to whine/growl/scream/cry in other cats’ presence. In particular, Jellybean and Rumpelmintz fear Studley greatly and aren’t keen on Louie. Ralph is Mr. Agreeable and loves everyone and everything. The girls still bop him on the head on occasion – but even for them, it’s hard to not like that sweet little face of Ralph’s.

My boys are pretty good friends, on the other hand. I LOVE it when my cats get along, and groom each other, and cuddle together, and play together…. if there’s anything cuter than my adorable cats, it’s my adorable cats appreciating each other as sweet loving furry beings.

Louie and Ralph snuggling

Louie and Ralph snuggling

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Fully outfitted

I’d written previously about how Louie ruptured an anal sac on September 29. He was isolated in the den, wearing a cone and using paper pellet litter, until October 31 while he healed. (His healing took longer than typical due to his FIV+ status.)

As you can see below, wearing a cone was incredibly TRAUMATIC for Louie.

Louie in extreme discomfort in his cone

Louie in extreme discomfort in his cone

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The cats’ “Aunt Terry” gave them a new pet tent for camping in the kitchen. It’s an adorable pop-up tent – I think she got it at Big Lots.

Jellybean was first to fall in love with it. (At least until what must have been some “blitz attack” because one day I discovered poop in the tent as well as lots of fur tufts nearby – and Jellybean hasn’t really used the tent since.)

Jellybean comfy in the tent

Jellybean comfy in the tent

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