“How is Chewy doing?”
You’re very sweet to ask, Olivia.
“Yeah how is he?”
Well, fuzzy butt… he is doing better.
“I thought so. He still doesn’t want to snuggle though.”
That is true, Racquel. I’m afraid he won’t ever be a chicken-snuggler.
“Me neither.”
Awww… well I guess I’ll have to snuggle with Racquel myself then.
“Just save time to snuggle with me, okay?”
You got it, my Flappy Buster.
So how are you, Chewy?
“Me? I’m good.”
“I had to go back to the vet.”
“My number was 33.4 before, but now it’s down to 22.”
“Theby menthb I’b gooble.”
What?
“THAT MEANS I’M GOOD!”
Oh! Yes, it does.
“I just need to get all these HUMAN COOTIES off of me!”
Ha ha good luck, Chewy.
Chewy’s blood work does show he is improving. He will need to do 10 more days of antibiotics and have another blood check to ensure he is all better. But he is definitely feeling good and eating well and acting much more like himself. It’s great to see him improve with simple antibiotics.
In other news, Simon wants everyone to know that he hates my singing.
“Please. Stop.”
Simon really can’t stand singing. He is eating a little better, but not good enough. We can’t decide if it is because something is really wrong with him, or if he just doesn’t like any of his 13 diet foods. Tonight he ate really well, because I gave him crappy Friskies wet food. That will cause rashes in him, but right now it’s more important that he eats well. He may start new medication tomorrow to see if we can continue to improve his appetite and get him eating better.
Lastly, O’Malley will be heading to the vet this Thursday morning.
“What? No way. Why?”
Sorry, O’Malley. But we need to have you checked out.
Remember nearly a year ago when O’Malley went to the vet for a fatty bump on his neck? Well now a year later he has several fatty growths on his chest. We think they are benign lipomas, which are literally fat tumors. They can be genetic or from bad breeding or other reasons. They generally aren’t life-threatening but they can get infected. As long as they don’t cause him discomfort, the vet will probably leave them alone. IF that’s what they are. But we need to confirm what they are and have them checked out. I have to say I’m a slight bit irritated that I caught this a year ago and then didn’t do anything more to follow up. Now O’Malley has a whole mess of these on his chest. I’m hopeful that it’s still not serious though, and thankfully he’s happy and active and eating normally. My status on this matter is “hopefully irritated.”
We’re happy Chewy is feeling better, hopeful that Simon will start eating more and hopeful that O’Malley’s growths aren’t serious. Olivia and Racquel are both doing well, and we’re happy for that, too.
And you, Petunia…
“Who, me?”
Yes, you. I didn’t want you to feel left out. So I want you to know you’re adorable and I love you and I’m happy that you’re healthy.
“Aww, thanks. Let’s celebrate with Cheerios.”
Good idea, Toony.
Happy Holidays, everyone.
