Mouth Mess

 It's been a hell of a couple weeks here for me. Mom and dad took me for my dental work, and things didn't go too well. Long story short, the vet was unable to do the work because after they put me under and gave me morphine, I had a seizure. Apparently, I had multiple seizures, and they reversed the morphine and stopped everything. Then they took X-rays and found that my heart was enlarged. So now, in addition to trying to figure out how to deal with a cavity and some other mouth stuff, we have to deal with that as I turn 17. Stuff has changed with my diet now, too, so let's just say I've been quite stressed. Mom says I'm such a Nervous Nelly as it is, and all this crap has taken a toll. Anyway, I'm back home and trying not to hate mom and dad for putting me through this. And don't even get me started on this stupid armband

I had to wear or giving my arm the poodle treatment...

In between writing this post, we learned of poor Lynn's losing her sweet Precious and are very sad for her. Life is too damn short.

Post-absence Post

 Ignore that last post for a moment. My idiot co-blogger had that thing lined up way back in mid-September before something happened with our blog account. Besides the stupid temperatures dropping, some stuff has happened since then. A few weeks or more ago, dad ended up in the emergency room. Mom's always making fun of him and his big noggin, which he always seems to find a way to hit on something. One early morning at work, he was climbing a step ladder and ended up hitting his head on a steel pipe, tearing a gash that, as he described it, bled like a stuck pig, aaaaand here is the result of that goof:

Yep, them's staples

Dad also turned another year older. As always, mom made it a fun, festive day for him, with lots of balloons and special treats.

A milestone, sure, but it still puts him 15-20 years behind me in cat years. Which reminds me: I'm allegedly turning 17 years old this coming week. Dad swears I'm not really that old, but we're going on what Brother Wolf Animal Rescue told them when I adopted them. Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, my mouth had been bothering me, so after a trip to the VET, they found that I lost a tooth somewhere along the line, and I had to get an antibiotic shot because of an infection. They're also taking me in next week for some pretty significant dental work, which I'm not looking forward to.

For a while, I wasn't feeling too good and let them know it often. The antibiotics and Gabapentin they gave me seem to have helped some. So yeah, busy times. Also, on tap: there's the upcoming time change, Halloween, way-more-important-than-some-humans-realize mid-term elections, and another colonoscopy for dad. Woo hoo. I'll end with some pix of me doing leg stretches.

If you've managed to make it this far, thanks for sticking it out for our hodgepodge of an update.

Poofy

 Well, we're not quite sure what got fixed or how, but we were finally able to get back into my damned blog. So anyway, on to this stupid "Poofy" business-

We just love Smudge's poofy little pooch, as we refer to it.