Thursday, September 22, 2011


Well, dad sat me down and had a talk with me yesterday.  He and mom have been concerned with the frequency of my puking up clear, frothy liquid (his words, not mine) lately, especially after I eat or drink, so he called my doctor.  Seems I've developed some slight kidney issues recently, and was put on a special diet (dad has to save up several paychecks for the special food they have to buy, but I'm worth it, dammit!) (my words, not his), and the doctor said things might be more serious than she thought, or she might need to "try something different" as far as my treatment goes.
     She did, however, suggest something for them to try in the meantime, and said to let her know how it goes.  I guess I'm supposed to take something called Pepcid, and I'm not looking forward to that since I don't do pills well. Apparently the nausea and vomiting are caused by my kidney problem, and this is supposed to quell my need to spew (no one in particular's words- I just wanted to say that).  I like catching mom and dad off guard, though I must say I've gotten good at giving them clues to my gastrointestinal distress.  I've never been one to "meow" as cats should.  I have my own unique way of talking, but when I feel I'm going to upchuck (I just want to see how many different ways I can say "puke") I start chomping my jaw as if I'm chewing and swallowing something, then I'll let out a low, distressed-sounding warbleymeowwerow, and within seconds I start heaving.
     So today mom's supposed to pick up some of this pepcid shit, and we'll see how it goes. As much as I love getting the rare treat of canned food I've gotten good at sensing when something's been hidden in it, and I'll either eat around it, or just sniff it and walk away.  They even got one of those plastic things that lets them "shoot" a pill at the back of my throat a while back for something else, but they've since gotten rid of that.  Now dad is supposed to place the pill as far back in my throat as he can manage (without me biting his finger off) and massage my throat, forcing me to swallow.  We'll see how this all goes.


Fuzzy Tales said...

Pepcid is commonly given, yes. We think about about a quarter of a pill, but we're sure the vet has told you the appropriate dose.

Good luck...It's not fun for us to have to be pilled and it's sure as heck not fun for the humans either. :-(

Sending lots of purrs!

Daisy said...

I hope that Pepcid sh*t works for you! Bomiting is no fun at all. I make that sad moaning sound before I do it.

Fluffy and Heather said...

Just close your eyes, plug your nose, and try to forget what's hidden in that delicious mushy food of yours! It works every time for me!

Everycat said...

Puking sucks. We hope the pepcid works for you and you feel better. If your Mom & Dad are striggling to get the pill down you, you can get a pill from the vet called Antepsin (it's a hooman drug but ok for kitties), this can be crushed up and given in 1ml of water, which can be easier for us kitties.

Sending you big fat purrs

Oliver & Gerry

Prancer Pie said...

Be a good kitteh and take your pills. You know you want to feel better and not upchuck so much. Think of it as a little bad for alot of good. We'll be purring fur you. xoxo

Athena said...

Oh, I am purring for you. Bomiting is no fun. I hope the Pepcid isn't too bad and that you can take it.