Every damn night, Piglet rolls around on the kitchen rug and then rucks it up so he can get under it and make a blanket fort. He is the worst.
Grocery day is Piglet’s favorite day. He always commandeers one of the bags for a fortress of solitude. He hung out there for a couple of hours.
Polly is feeling great and getting chubby. You can no longer feel her vertebrae or hip bones.
Polly stole Piglet’s box. So far, he doesn’t seem to have noticed. She’s gotten a lot bolder, now that she’s feeling better.
This scruffy little girl has been on Methimazole for almost exactly two months, for hyperthyroidism, and she’s doing amazingly well. She’s finally starting to gain some weight, and it’s very obvious she’s feeling better. Usually the biggest sign of hyperthyroidism is their appetite increasing. But she did the opposite. I couldn’t get her to eat anything. She’s a member of the clean plate club now, though.
She’ll have another round of bloodwork in a couple of weeks. Hopefully she’ll continue to gain weight. Her nickname used to be Little Fatty, and I’d like her to get at least a little chubby again.
I can’t believe she’s 14 years old. She had a tumor removed last year and is on medication for hyperthyroidism, but she’s the happiest cat ever.
Polly went back to the vet today for another round of bloodwork. She’s hyperthyroid, which is super common with old cats. She’s not quite where she needs to be yet, but she’s better. We’re going to up her thyroid meds and recheck in a few more weeks.
She is the unspiciest tortie cat ever. She just sat there, wrapped up in her little burrito, chilling.