docwebster | 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.)