Samantha update

Earlier tonight Samantha was practically shoveling in tuna and drinking nice cold water, even managing a tiny purr. As of right now, she's on the bigger of the two living room couches, looking so old and tired. We're taking her to the vet in the morning, whether she'll come home or not is up in the air right now.

I remember the day I brought her home. I had stopped over at friend's apartment to borrow some videotapes when he tells me about this cat whose people had had to make a hasty move. Samantha had gotten out the door and remained resolutely hidden until they had no choice but to go ahead on. She had that entire apartment complex wrapped around her fuzzy little paw. I'll never forget it. She walked right up to me, not knowing me from Adam's off ox and was sublimely cute and confident that I would take her home. Almost thirteen years later, I may have to say goodbye and it's tearing me up. It's even worse for Ranada because from the start Samantha has been very much Mama's Girl. Or perhaps it's the other way around. I swear Samantha treated Herself like she was her kitten at times.

EDIT: I'm guessing what's happened is one of two things - a stroke or she pulled a hip or some such which would explain the wonky walk. Right now she's in the kitchen wolfing down more tuna so her appetite isn't the problem at all and the looking tired could very likely be if she did hurt herself overnight she probably hasn't gotten a lot of sleep.

Fuzzbutt update

Well, she's home. Hyperthyroidism had just gone nuts and taken about half her body weight, she's down to three pounds. Her heart was failing, breathing was shallow, starting to starve even with all she was eating because of the hyper accelerated metabolism, you name it. But we're trying one last thing and by damn I swear it's already working only two hours later. There's some prescription food for kitties with stomach troubles and starvation that's damn near liquid and we're feeding her by syringe. You know, I swear to you her eyes lit up and she licked that syringe when she tasted it, by damn! We've got some thryroid pills for her and that food and I swear to you her breathing's more regular, there's light in her eyes and she's *doing better already*. I realize in a case like this the chances aren't good even with improvement like this. But at least now if she goes it'll be at home with her pet humans and her doting "little" brother Mozart, plus of course Queen Kitty Ruby.

So ya know what? Those who can, show up in #rf-callahans tonight for the New Year's Show. I need to be up to keep an eye on her anyway so I'm going to play good music, be around people I love - that's you nurks - and raise dem vibes. With the good grace of the goddess Bast, we'll do this thing.

(And for the love of all that's holy before anybody decides to make some wisecrack about this all being a cheap plug for the show tonight, don't bother. It isn't.)

Me and my big mouth

It's over.

I'll have a proper Irish wake for Samantha this weekend on the show and related chat environs. But for tonight, I just want to drink good coffee, listen to Muddy Waters, play City Of Heroes, hang out on IRC and be on MSN for those as have my ID there.