Home, But Locked Up!

 

Well, I'm back. I had to be cut open - momma says I had stones in my bladder. Well, I don't know how they got in there since I didn't eat any stones, but they are gone now. And ya would think I would get to be free now, but now. I are locked up - in some kind of dog crate nightmare! I am not a dog. Momma says my puppy play pen are on the way and hopefully I'll like that better. WHAT? I'm not a puppy! I'm a cat and I want to go sleep in my basket on top of momma's trunk. But she says I can't jump for a whole MONTH and that I just gotta get over it. Get over it? I had my legs shaved, my belly shaved and cut into, I gotta wear dis dumb plastic satellite dish on my head, and I are stuck in a dog crate. It are just RIDICULOUS. And I even wuz nice to the vets, I made em all fall in love wif me. Seriously, they were telling momma what a good cat I wuz and how I wuz just wonderful and a lot better than the other cat at the surgery center. Momma says I'm not quite worth my weight in gold, but apparently I am worth two to three times my weight in silver. Yeah, she thinks she's a comedian. But seriously, you'd think good behavior would earn me freedom, but no. 

And there's Bowie sitting in a basket. SO unfair! 

And Angelique sitting way up high in her room. I want to be up high! I want to be in a basket! I want FREEDOM! Momma says I can get free for her birthday - WHAT?? I'll never make it to Thanksgiving. I've been on a bit of a hunger strike since coming home. But it are hard to be Gandhi when that food duz smell pretty good . . . maybe I'll work on tunneling out a la The Great Escape or The Shawshank Redempshun.  

Travis Had Surgery

Hello dahlings. Well, Bowie has been doing admirably well with the blog, well, for a mancat, but today I am taking charge. As I should, since divas should be in charge. Today Travis had an ultrasound of his bladder - apparently he had stones in there.  

No Bowie, they weren't named Mick and Keith. Anyways, Travis had stones and the internist who looked at his ultrasound said Travis needed surgery - a cystotomy to remove them. They discussed the possibility of a perineal urethostomy, but his momma and the doctors agreed that we are going to hold off on that for now. So Travis will not be getting the Caitlyn Jenner special as Bowie called it yesterday (not that it matters to us - we are a hearts, not parts family). The surgery was successful - there were a lot of little stones in Travis' bladder. The catheter had displaced them, and then they slid right back to block his urethra when he was home. The stones are being sent off for a stone analysis. The good news is that Travis is supposed to get to come home tomorrow. He will have to be confined for two weeks to a  small dog x-pen (puppy plan pen). We can't wait to have our head mancat home. After all, I need more than one boy to boss around!  

Travis - the world's most expensive cat. He may not always need emergency vet care, but when he does it cost thousands and thousands of dollars.