Finally Friday

Well, I went back to spend the day with Dr. Vet all day again yesterday to follow up on my bladder infection I told y'all about a couple of weeks ago. I really hate that, having to stay all day, but it's the only way they can steal my pee to test it. I'm too ornery to cooperate otherwise!

Turns out I still have blood or blood cells or something like that in my pee, so he gave The Mommy a different kind of Auntie Biotic to try for a few weeks. She's happy, 'cause it's already in liquid format so she doesn't have to do the crush-up-the-pill and mix-it-with-water thing twice a day that she'd been doing. I'm happy, 'cause it's only once a day instead of twice. Well, as happy as I'm going to be, having to take any medicine, that is. I'll still fight her about it, though. MOL

Speaking of fighting, when they came to take me out of the big cage to put me back in my little travel cage to go home with The Mommy, I got all hissy with them and startled them! I thought maybe they were gonna take me and poke and prod and be mean to me some more, 'cause I didn't know she was there too. I almost got all scratchy with them, but then I saw The Mommy and realized she was there to rescue me (even though it was all her fault in the first place that I was there ), so I let them coax me into the travel cage without scratching anyone.

I'm so ready to be out of all the cages, though, that I'm just a blur!!

Oh yeah, we wanted to let you all know that we won't be around to visit much over the upcoming long U.S. holiday weekend -- The Mommy's bean brother had one of those Big Number birthdays last week, so they're having a big birthday bash on Saturday and since their bean mom and stepdad as well as their bean sister and niece and nephew are flying down for the weekend, The Mommy will be off doing family things and abandoning us all day every day. Sheesh. So we hope you all have a safe and fun-filled weekend, wherever you are!

Mancat Monday & Belated ML Birthday Wishes

Yeah, I guess I really should have paid more attention to what Sassy said last week about the cage and the moving vehicle thingy and going to see Dr. Vet. And Roxy the week before that. You guessed it -- it was my turn this past Saturday. *sigh* And I didn't like it one bit, I told The Mommy all about it on the way there, too.

Heh - I showed Dr. Vet too...when he gave me the second deworm-y pill, I spit both it *and* the first one that he thought I'd swallowed already back up on the table! MOL Of course he just shoved 'em back down again and made me swallow 'em, but I showed him who was boss the first time, by golly.

Now let me out of this cage!!!

PS -- A belated but heartfelt happiest of birthdays to ML, mom of the Sherwood Bunch and Queen Bean Extraordinaire of the Cat Blogosphere!! We're sorry we missed it yesterday...The Mommy is so useless. *sigh* We hope you had a super day and thanks bunches for all you do for all of us in the CB!!!

Thursday Thoughts

Hi kitties! Sassy here, to warn you to always be on your guard. You never know when you're going to be scooped up from a perfectly good napping spot and suddenly plunked into the carrying cage, forced into the moving 'car' thing, and :shudder: taken to see Dr. Vet, where you not only have to deal with all the awful smells of unknown creatures, but you also get poked and prodded and have stuff shoved down your throat and get stabbed repeatedly with pointy things. THEN, after all that, you get plunked back into the cage and forced back into the moving thing before you get back home and finally released from the cage.

It's not a pleasant experience, let me tell you. It happened to me on Saturday and I won't soon forget it. Roxy tried to warn us, 'cause she went through it the week before, but I didn't believe her. Next time I'll listen, even if she is just a youngster. The good thing is, The Mommy says everything is okay and I shouldn't have to go through it again for a year (Roxy either). I'm telling you, in a year -- however long that is -- I'm going into hiding!

Stay safe, kitties!

The Tuesday Thief

Yes, I know it's Thursday, not Tuesday. But you guys are not gonna believe what happened to me on Tuesday! It was a very traumatic experience. I'm only just now able to talk about it. I mean, the nerve! She took me...! And he...! And I had to...! Oh I still can't talk about it. The Mommy, you tell them.

The Mommy: All right, Bugsy, I'll tell them. Calm down, honey. You see folks, about a month or so ago, I noticed Bugsy, erm, behaving inappropriately outside of the litterbox --

Bugsy: Oh stop being all delicate about it. I was peeing where I shouldn't, okay? Like in her bathroom (The Mommy sez: where there's carpet, by the way) and in the entry on the front door and in the laundry room (and that's only the places that she knows about... ).

The Mommy: Oh dear. Anyway, so off to Dr. Vet he went a couple of Saturdays ago, with all the signs of a bladder infection. He didn't have any urine in his bladder that could be tested for a bladder infection --

Bugsy: That's not true, I just wouldn't let him steal my pee! Ha! So there!

The Mommy: Yes, Bugsy, you showed him, didn't you. But with his symptoms and his history last year of having a bladder stone, Dr. Vet decided to go ahead and put him on a 2-week regimen of twice daily medicine, with a follow-up visit on Tuesday. This time, I was to drop him off in the morning and let him stay in daycare allllll day with Dr. Vet and the nice vet assistant people....to give him plenty of time to provide some urine for a test, just in case. We had to do that last year too.

Bugsy: You see that? She ADMITS to carelessly neglecting me by making me stay at Mean Ol' Dr. Vet's ALL DAY LONG!! And while I was there -- THEY STOLE MY PEE!!!!!!!! That, after pumping me full of fluids to make me have pee in the first place. Sheesh, it's like fake pee or something. I don't think it even counts.

The Mommy: Well if you'd cooperate in the first place, maybe I wouldn't have to leave you there all day, Bugsy. Unfortunately, as you've found out, you do indeed have an infection, with just a hint of blood cells in your urine as well, so you're on drugs for another two weeks, me boyo.

Bugsy: WHAT? You're going to torture me with medicine treatments twice a day for TWO MORE WEEKS? Awwwwww, man.

The Mommy: I'm afraid so, dear. That may partly be my fault, I skipped a few of the doses in the prior two weeks, when you were hiding too well or I was too tired or didn't want to bother you. But this time, I'm determined to give them all to you, so we can knock this out before it gets worse like last year. You don't want that again, do you? Surgery again? Lots of pain?

Bugsy: Welllllll....no, not really.

The Mommy: No, I didn't think so. We'll just have to get through it now and get done, and hopefully that will be the end of that.

Bugsy: Well, at least you were able to get them to do my rabies shot and other annual stuff while I was there Tuesday even though it was a few weeks early, so now I shouldn't have to go back to see Dr. Vet for a long time, right, Mommy? Right? Um, Mommy? Why do you have that innocent yet evil look on your face?

I don't have a good feeling about this...

Thankful Thursday - Bugsy Update

Hi peoples! 'Tis I, Bugsy, The Bugster, Bugsy Boy, Bugseroo, The Mancat of All Mancats (okay, so I made up that last one ) -- and I'm very thankful today. Why? Well, because despite having to go in the kitty cage Tuesday morning and a long long long extra long icky car ride (dang traffic jams!), and then having to stay at Dr. Cancer Vet's alllllll day - I got a really great health report from Dr. Cancer Vet.

But first let me digress for a moment...for those new to the bloggie since November, you may not be aware of why I only have one eye. Rather than go through the whole story again, you may want to read this summary of the medical dramas I went through last year, and right here is my last visit to Dr. Cancer Vet in early-mid November. Go ahead, I'll wait...

Okay, back to the current story, so on Tuesday I went back to Dr. Cancer Vet for my 4-month check-up -- that is, 4 months since my last radiation treatment. He'd previously said that after this one, he'd probably want to do a CT scan in another two months, to really check things out. But at Tuesday's visit, he said that there's "no evidence of tumor recurrence or metastasis to the regional lymph nodes." Now I can't say I know what all those words mean, but Dr. Cancer Vet and The Mommy both said it means all good things. AND....AND!!!!...not only do I not have to have a CT scan in 2 months, I now don't have to go back for SIX, yes SIX, that's right SIX WHOLE MONTHS! Woot!!

So I'm really thankful for such a good result from my icky visit to Dr. Cancer Vet. Thank you Dr. Cancer Vet man, and thank you, The Mommy, for loving me so much that you make sure I'm being taken care of and getting all better.


Love,

Callie's Friday Noos - UPDATED

UPDATES BELOW

Today's a big day for Callie. I didn't want to 'ruin' Pixie's Gotcha Day yesterday by adding this as a new post for the day when holding off until today didn't seem to make much difference, but yesterday was kind of a bittersweet day. Happy because of Pixie, sad because of Callie.

She wasn't doing very well at all, still not really eating Wednesday night or yesterday morning, plus she had an incision that opened up on her right arm where she'd been shaved for her IVs and stuff, so I decided to drop her back off at Dr. Vet's yesterday morning; since they're closed half the day on Fridays, I thought it would be best to do it Thursday when she could be there with them there the full day if needed. Well, Dr. Vet himself called me just a couple of hours later and said that she was doing so not well, that if it was okay with me, he was calling Dr. Surgeon Vet's office to see how soon they could fit her in, as he felt that was really the best thing for her at this point. Of course, I said absolutely. Good news is, they could fit her in today (Friday).

I just got back to the office after taking Callie in and talking with Dr. Surgeon Vet. He agreed that based on all the information he had available to him, surgery seems the best solution. What exactly will be done is -- say it with me, kitties! -- up in the air. It just depends on what they see once they get in there, and whether the "easy" ("easy" being relative) fix works or whether they have to move to Plan B. But they'll know while they're in there if Plan A will appear to be the right option, so it wouldn't be a case of trying Plan A, close her up, see if it works and if not, go back in later for Plan B. Risks and complications are possible with either option, blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda.

So Miss Callie Boo will be having surgery today.

I'm being Pollyanna today and I know there will be no risks and no complications and everything will go just great and she'll be good as new in no time! Cross your paws that I'm right, hey?

UPDATE 12:30pm

Just talked with Dr. Surgeon Vet. Please please please ramp up those emergency purrs. Callie went through 1-1/2 hours of surgery, they had to go to Plan B. Her biliary tract was bloated 4 times as big as it should be due to the blockage, they don't know if it's infection-related or cancer/tumor and won't be able to tell until they get test results back (not something they can determine by eye), so they had to re-route her gallbladder directly to another portion of the drainage system, essentially. There are other risks associated with that. Her liver was bright yellow due to jaundice, not a good thing. And they may have to give her blood to keep her going, which apparently is very rare in cat surgery. And they had no 'known-to-be-clean' blood on hand. He has his own personal cat there today and is willing to get some from his cat for her if it turns out to be needed.

She's very sick, very unstable. The next few hours are critical.

UPDATE 1:00pm

Talked to Dr. Surgeon Vet again. Callie definitely needed blood, but they found some 'clean' blood at one of the other clinics in their building so are giving her that now. He said that his gut feeling (um, no pun intended), based on how she's acting/reacting, is that the blockage is going to end up being due to cancer, but that's just his feeling, no test results are back this quick (and he didn't say and I didn't think to ask how long it takes to get them back, I don't think they do that onsite). But I also didn't bother asking yet what we do if it is. It's too soon right now to ask 'what if' in that case -- just keeping herself alive the next 2-3 hours is taking everything she has right now to worry about anything else.

They've done all they can. It's up to her body to do what it needs to do this afternoon to keep going. Come on, baby, you can do it!!

What's Callie Up To?

I know it's been a long time since I posted anything about Callie, so I thought I'd bring you all up to speed. (Is that sarcasm, or wry humor? It's so hard to tell... )

Thank you for all the additional suggestions on things I could try for getting Callie to eat. I decided to check with Dr. Vet when I called to update them on her status yesterday, and though he wasn't there, the assistants said that in general most of the ideas sounded good to try, although they vetoed the chicken broth on the thought that it would have too much sodium (that might be unique for Callie's particular situation; for another cat, it might be an okay option). So I went by PetSmart and got some kitten milk, both pre-mixed and dry, and was going to get NutriCal but they were out so I got something similar whose brand name I don't recall offhand. Then it was off to Wal-Mart for some baby food and also some plain Fancy Feast flavors, despite her general reluctance to eat stinky goodness normally. I'm desperate and clutching at straws here, figuring even if she'd lap at gravy, that would be *something*.

So, after getting home and wolfing down a little dinner first myself, I took her off into the closed bedroom so all the other cats wouldn't be bothering us. First up was the pre-mixed kitten milk. She sniffed at it and walked away, so I smeared a little on her mouth. She decided it wasn't so bad after all, and proceeded to drink a little from the bowl after that. A small victory! Then it was on to the turkey baby food; a little on her mouth, and she consented to lick off two small smears from my finger, but that was it. The ham baby food, no interest whatsoever. The chicken - ding ding ding! We had a winner. Even after she decided she would eat some, she would only lick it off my finger, she wouldn't eat it off the spoon or a dish, so it's hard to gauge exactly how much she ate; but it still wasn't much more than maybe half a plastic spoonful or so. After that, she drank a little more kitten milk, and then she was done. I didn't even try with anything else, she made it clear she wanted nothing else to eat. A smear of the Nutri-Cal substitute was not greeted with joy, either.

So maybe half a spoonful of baby food, and perhaps 2-3ml of kitten milk. Not nearly enough to keep a cat alive for long. But better than nothing, I guess.

This morning, I was short on time so thought I'd just go with the proven kitten milk and chicken baby food rather than trying something new, but she had no interest in either one despite repeated attempts to smear some on her mouth to stimulate appetite or interest. She was Not Amused or Interested. It's not looking too good here, and I'm guessing we'll be ending up with more of a forced-feeding thing soon. I'll call Dr. Vet later and see how long they want to give it before we make the next decision.

In the meantime, I know we've been the All Callie Noos Channel here on the bloggie for the past week, for obvious reasons, but I wanted to reassure everyone that the other kitties are all doing fine and are getting plenty of love and attention even with all that's going on with her. Sassy continues to get daily warnings that just because her littermates Bugsy and Callie have had and/or are having major health issues, she does not get to have her own somewhere down the road. She has to stay healthy forever. The rest of them get general warnings to the same effect, even if they're not littermates.

I'm sorry we haven't been around to visit much lately, it's just seemed a bit overwhelming to keep up right now. We do very much appreciate all your support, though, and hope to get caught up sometime soon.

Callie's home...but...

This update brought to you by The Callie Noos Station! All Callie, All the Time!

So, Callie is home now. Which is a good thing! I missed her terribly. But oh my poor baby...she's not looking so hot. She's not quite skin and bones, but she's noticeably skinnier. And she lost a lot of furs on one arm, one leg and her belleh because of the various IVs and for the ultrasounds. The poor dear is just looking a little pitiful right now.

As for the 'but'...at least so far, after one evening and one morning, the intensely-hoped-for appetite increase hasn't happened. She's had a little milk and a little water and that's it, no interest in food whatsoever. She's never much cared for stinky goodness (I hear you kitties gasping in horror) and she's extremely picky with her dry food too, which is why I hoped having her home with her regular familiar food would be helpful. But no go. Mr. Hendrix in a comment yesterday suggested baby food; I'm willing to try anything so I'll go by the store on the way home tonight and get some.

I've got a better idea of what's going on, sort of, but not really in a way that I can explain it. It really is a lot up in the air as to exactly what the problem is and how to fix it. It's pretty clear that it's a blockage of sorts in the gallbladder/biliary tract, but exactly what and why isn't known. It's possible that it could clear on its own (Dr. Vet has seen that happen) or surgery may be needed. If surgery is needed, it may be that draining the blockage will be enough or it could be that a re-routing of tubes will be necessary (or something like that). And even if the draining or the re-routing surgery is done, the problem could come back, or there's a real 50/50 chance she won't survive the surgery. This is a pretty serious thing. And that's assuming she doesn't get too weak from lack of food/nutrients before surgery can even be attempted.

And, as much as I hate to even mention it, there's the expense involved. Don't get me wrong, I'll do everything I can do to get her well. But after spending several thousand on Bugsy since the summer with his medical issues, and nearly a thousand just for this past week on Callie with the tests and meds and all, looking at potentially a few thousand more for surgery makes the ol' savings account squeak loudly. (That's not a request for help, just a comment.)

For now, we'll have Callie home for at least a couple of days, trying to get her to eat, giving her a couple of meds twice a day, and seeing if we can love her back to health. I'm looking for a genuine Christmas miracle here...

New Callie Noos

"Dear Diary:

Today is my 6th day of captivity. But there's good news! This morning, I heard Dr. Vet tell somebody that The Mommy can come take me home tonight..."

Yes, Miss Callie is coming home tonight. Of course, it's a 'good news / bad news' scenario. She's still not eating, and Dr. Vet hopes that being home in familiar surroundings might help. I haven't talked with him today, just one of the assistants, and other than knowing she's not eating, it's really too early yet this morning to know anything different from Saturday (no new test results or anything like that). But I called to offer to take some of her regular food up there this afternoon to see if she'd eat, and they checked with Dr. Vet and called back to say he thought she might eat better at home. That doesn't mean she's well, though. And I don't know how long she'll be at home.

So I'll leave work early to go get her and to talk to Dr. Vet and see if they know anything for sure yet by then. Have I mentioned that I really hate the 'not knowing what's wrong with her' part?

That's all for now...

Callie Noos

"Dear Diary:

Today is Day 4 of captivity, and I just heard Dr. Vet tell The Mommy that he wants to keep me here all the rest of the weekend. Assuming that'll end up meaning at least most of Monday too, I'm looking at 6 days minimum in the joint... Gee, no one told me I'd have to do hard time!"

My poor baby. So the vet says she's still not really eating, and they're giving her fluids and stuff in IVs but not yet force-feeding her; but may have to. They've given her some meds, which have apparently cleared up some of the jaundice and helped her to (probably) feel better. The underlying problem is still being pinpointed but it appears to be centered in/around the gallbladder and doesn't appear to be pancreatitis.

He's hoping to be able to avoid exploratory-type surgery (as opposed to fixing-it type surgery, exploratory would be just to figure out what's really going on), and also hoping to avoid giving her heavy doses of steroids -- on the one hand, apparently steroids can potentially help some of the problem (whether the real problem or with just some of the symptoms I'm not quite sure), but on the other hand, steroids are bad and can have other lasting nasty effects.

The end result is things are still kinda up in the air, and they're doing everything they can, and my precious Callie girl has to stay away for at least 2-3 more days.

Thank you all once again for all the hugs and prayers and purrs and everything, they are all so very much appreciated.

Callie's Status

"Dear Diary:

Today is day three of my torture captivity confinement at Vet Jail... "

Yes, it's now day three for Callie at the vet's. Not a lot of new news; I just got back to the office from lunch and had a short voice mail from the vet that just said she's "doing better" but they are keeping her overnight again. He was leaving for the day (the office is basically closed on Friday afternoons) but *said* he'd try and call again later. We'll see. They're open on Saturday mornings, so if not today then hopefully I'll hear more in the morning.

I'm a bit frustrated, not so much with him specifically but just with not knowing. It makes me want to run over there (yeah, I know he's not there now, but work with me here...) and shake him and then run to wherever the expert vet person is and shake him/her and yell at them "I know you're also working on other cats/dogs and they're hurting and need you too and their mommies love them and are worried, too, and I DON'T CARE, MY CALLIE IS SICK AND SHE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY OF THEM SO FIND OUT WHAT'S WRONG AND FIX HER!!!!!!!!!!" But I don't, because I know they are also working on other cats/dogs and they're hurting and need the vets too and those cats/dogs' mommies love them and are worried, too, and I do care.

So mostly I'm just ranting here, letting off some emotional steam, and sitting here continuing to worry.

I didn't bother to call in this morning to see if there was any news, because I figured he would call me if there was any. And it reminded me of a conversation my boss and I had just on Monday. We had a client that emailed to ask where such-and-such document was and when they would have it, and I made the comment to my boss that *that* reminded me of a line from a movie where they're trying to evacuate a city due to an asteroid fragment coming to whack it and the news people stop the FEMA guy to ask him if he really thinks the whole city can be evacuated, and he replies along the lines of, "Yes, and we'd have a better chance if I didn't have to keep stopping to answer your questions." [Bonus points if you can name the cheesy movie, the city being evacuated, and the actor who plays the FEMA guy!] So with the client, it would be "We could get it to you sooner if we didn't have to stop and reply to your question on when you would get it." And the whole point of this is that it's no use calling the vet for news, 'cause he'd have news for me sooner if he can keep working on Callie instead of having to stop and answer the phone to tell me he doesn't have news yet because he had to stop and answer the phone... So I try to keep that in mind and not bug them.

Okay, I'm rambling here and I know it...but I know y'all understand my need to. Thanks. Probably no new news later, but if I hear anything, I'll be sure and let y'all know.

And by the way, about that guilt thing about her being in pain and not knowing? Yeah, my head knows I shouldn't feel bad because cats hide their pain well. But try telling my heart that...you moms out there will agree. I should have known, I should have taken her in sooner, I should have...not failed her. Whatever. But don't worry, I won't wallow in it (too much). I'm doing what I can *now*, and that's all I can do...

Update on Callie

(FAUX UPDATE BELOW)

First off, thanks so much to everyone for their purrayers and good thoughts, it means a lot and is much appreciated.

I talked with the vet this morning, and things are somewhat still up in the air. They did run a low-level ultrasound yesterday, and there is some kind of blockage in the biliary tract (isn't 'biliary' just a gross sounding word all by itself?). Basically, something is going wrong down in the area of the liver, pancreas and gall bladder. He did say it doesn't look like there are any tumors, but other than that, it's still a mystery.

Because she's in pain (my poor baby! now I have Mommy guilt for not knowing she was in pain), they have to anesthetize her for the ultrasound and he didn't want to knock her out too long yesterday, that's why only a low-level scan. He has an expert helping him review that info, somebody in some other office so it's being done by email/web interface, and he suspects that vet will want a more in-depth ultrasound done. Gotta love technology, though, when consults -- at least initially -- can be done relatively instantaneously without the patient having to go back and forth between doctors' offices or back home and out again to offices.

But even with the limited info at hand and not knowing for absolutely sure what will need to be done, he was sounding kinda grim. It sounds really serious, folks. Keep them purrayers coming, please.

4:40pm FAUX UPDATE -

Not really much of an update, but I talked with the vet's office about an hour ago, and Callie was resting comfortably, taking more fluids. They were waiting to hear back from the other vet still on the ultrasound. She'll be having another sleepover there tonight. Hopefully there will be more and better news tomorrow.

Thanks once again to everyone for purrayers and purrs and hugs and all the encouragement. It helps. And thanks to Hansel and the Cat Blogosphere for posting about my Callie Boo. You guys rock. Srsly.

Emergency purrayers, please

(4:25pm UPDATE BELOW)

I may be jumping the gun here, but my sweet Callie could use some of the Cat Blogosphere's purrayers and good thoughts. I dropped her off at the vet this morning because she hasn't been herself for the past few days -- laying/napping in the same place for hours, sitting and staring off into space, not really eating or drinking, not doing her usual routines. I wasn't able to stay with her for an appointment this morning but didn't want to wait any longer for her to see the vet, so thought it would be best for them to have her for the day, to run tests and whatnot.

So I just got back from lunch to find a voice mail from the vet, who said she has jaundice, her white cell count is low (or was it high? in my panic, I've forgotten), and her liver *and* kidneys are 'messed up' (I think that's a technical term). They were going to do X-rays and an ultrasound to get a better idea of what's going on and how to treat her. In the meantime, I'm now worried sick about my poor girl. All that stuff going on doesn't sound at all good.

I'll keep y'all updated, when I find out more.

UPDATE 4:25PM - I still haven't talked to the vet, but talked to an assistant; they've got the x-rays but the assistant couldn't tell me the results, and they haven't done the ultrasound yet (sounded like they'd been having a crazy day there). They have given her fluids. The assistant said that Callie is pretty nervous being there, poor little thing. She's not real fond of strange people and places. She'll be staying with them overnight, too. My poor baby.

NOTE -- thanks to everyone coming by from the CB post. You cats are the best! There's an update posted today (Thursday), if you want to head to the Main Bloggie Page to keep updated on what's been going on.


Thanks ever so much.

Caturday Complaints

I haz a complaint!

The Mommy took me and Ziggy to Dr. Vet today for a check-up, just to make sure everything's okay, as suggested by the shelter. At least, that's what my visit was for. I'm doing perfectly fine, thank you, just because I'm a little shy and maybe had a little problem finding the litter boxes the first few days (hey, I apologized for that!); everything's just peachy otherwise. I even chased after Pixie the other night instead of just letting him pick on me, and was playing with a toy just this morning! So there was absolutely no reason to pack me up in the cage and make me ride in the car to go get poked and prodded by Dr. Vet.

Hey!! I really haz a complaint!

All that happened to Gypsy was a little finger-poking and prodding. *I* had to get a shot and a pill in addition to my poking and prodding. The shot wasn't for being sickie, it was something that had to wait until I was old enough or sumpin' and The Mommy adopted me before the shelter could give it to me (not rabies, I had that shot already, but something else). The pill was 'cuz I had wormies. Ewwwww! So I see your cage and car ride and poking and prodding, and raise you a shot and pill! Ha!

Gypsy: Ummmm, little pest brother, may I remind you that I also got a wormie pill -- 2 of 'em in fact -- "just in case", which was all your fault. Thanks a lot for that.

Sassy sticks her nose in --

Uh hey, kids? If you haz a complaint, y'all are making a good start on how to handle it. But THIS is the way you let it be known...

I HAZ A COMPLAINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!