It's NOT a window. It's an Emperor's Balcony!

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So, I realized last night that I haven't provided an update on my Frodo!

He is doing well. Energetic and full of beans. Since I've gotten him off dry food and onto a diet of turkey meat, he's leaner and MUCH LOUDER when it comes to mealtimes, LOL. He pees fine now - no more random puddles. He still pees when he's startled, but now he gets a VERY SURPRISED LOOK and goes DASHING off to the box, after which he saunters back out like "Now, where were we?"

The only time he actually pees where he is, is when he's trapped and scared. Unfortunately, that's happening regularly, as I have to give him saline injections twice a week. So I wrap him in a towel before putting him in the soft kitty bed to keep him still. My BiL comes over and helps me with that, as there's no way I could control Frodo on my own - he REALLY REALLY DOES NOT LIKE being stabbed in the neck, poor baby.

Other than that, it seems he's okay now. I palpate his abdomen every day to make sure his bladder isn't backed up, but I've felt no evidence of anything wrong. I'm crossing my fingers that it was a one-time problem, though I know that's not very likely. But THANKS TO ALL OF YOU, my Fro is still with me and seems happy.

Now, to get Casey over to the vet for a flea shot. She spends most of her time outdoors these days, and the fleas have really been driving her nuts this summer. I think I'll be able to do that in a couple of weeks - just a matter of getting a ride over there and back, which can be tricky since I don't really have anyone willing to actually wait an hour for everything to happen. But I'll figure it out. :)

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Did I say Frodo was better?

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*eyeroll*

Pumpkin and I were hanging out in my bedroom, looking at jewelry. Finally she declared we had to go to the kitchen and see if the butter we'd put out had softened enough to make the oatmeal raisin cookies we'd planned.

Can you see where this is going?

That's right. When we got there, we found Frodo on the kitchen counter, working his way through the stick of butter he'd torn open. He'd eaten HALF of it by the time we got there. I grabbed the butter away, tossed it in the trash and scolded him, shaking a finger at him and telling him he was VERY VERY BAD. He just glared at me, licking butter off his whiskers. So we realized we'd have to postpone the cookie making until tomorrow, as I don't have any other butter that isn't frozen.

Now, six hours later, he's curled up on the sofa where he's been since then. He's very quiet, he didn't want any dinner, and he hasn't moved much, just dozing. He doesn't want to get up, he just wants to lie there. I've checked him - his stomach is soft and not swollen, his nose is cold, and he just seems to have a stomachache. That's what you get when you overindulge! I just hope he won't end up pooping some slimy mess outside the litterbox.

Stupid cat.

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