Thursday morning I came in extra early because it was surgery day, I walked into the office and all of Frodo’s stuff was still sitting there. Crazy lady never showed up to get him. The other animal care supervisor called her the night before at 830 when she still hadn’t showed up and the lady said she would be in to pick him up at 9am. As hard as it was to leave him the night before I was really hoping he wouldn’t be there when I came in. I of course went and got him out of his kennel, he looked just as bad. So to shorten the story I put him in a basket and brought him into class with me and set him up so we could keep an eye on him while we were doing surgery, lucky me I was the circulating tech so I didn’t have to scrub in and could see him. Every time the vet walked through class my heart sank, I knew she was coming in to take my cat. 9 o’clock rolled around and she wasn’t there, then at 1130 the vet came in a picked up his basket, I was washing tools from the first surgery, she has finally come to pick him up.
I carried fordo to the office she was there and she there and so happy to see him. The vet explained that his condition was being caused by over medication, and because his was over medicated there was no way to do surgery on him and doing so would most likely kill him. The crazy lady said she understood and that he would be off the meds as soon as the undistended testicle so the vet went over it again. At that point I wanted to puke I couldn’t believe that I had to hand this cat back to her, I put Frodo in his basket and put him on the desk and walked out. I knew if I stayed in the room I was going to hit her or run out to my car with him. The vet came and found me when she was gone and apparently at the end of the conversation crazy lady said that Frodo had an appointment the next day to “evaluate the meds” and the vet said that it sounded like she was trying to say whatever she thought the vet wanted to hear. I cried but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
The next Monday
Crazy lady brought in more cats, when I asked her about Frodo she told me the vet she took him to on that Friday had done the surgery, once again I almost puked. A good vet NEVER would have put him under, she must not have a good vet. I asked when he would be available for adoption, she hemmed and hawed and came up with a week. grrrrrrr
The Monday after that
Crazy lady brought more cats, I asked about Frodo and she told me that had him almost weaned off all his behavior meds.
Do I believe he’s ok? No, I just have my fingers crossed that he is ok and that they will adopt him to someone else. I miss my little guy and in his honor I am working my ass off to find another cat rescue for us to use. Crazy lady is the last on the list when we need animals, and as you can tell we had to use her.
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Frodo part 2
Wednesday
I came in to check on the animals and Frodo just looked miserable. I picked him up and he didn’t move, pull back, or even make a noise. I wrapped him in a towel and took him into the office. When our vet came in she asked if he had eaten anything and when I said no she ran next door and bought two cans of tuna. We opened one and he sniffed it but wouldn’t get up on his own to eat it. So we just moved it and he licked it but wouldn’t take any bites, if I put a chunk in his mouth he wouldn’t chew it he would just swallow it. The vet tried calling the rescue again and left another message, she then went and got the pill bottles that his pills came in and called that vet to get a copy of his records. Just after that the rescue lady called back and when the vet asked about his temperament she told her just responded with “well I’ll just come pick him up” and wouldn’t answer the question she also didn’t like that we had called the other vet to get his history. That was when she said she had to go pick up abandoned kittens and she would be there in the afternoon to pick up Frodo.
After that we received his record and from reading it not only had the “foster home” had him for more than a year they had moved him with them from Florida, he had been on one of his meds for over a year and the other one for 8 months. They had tried to take him off the meds but he started spraying again and back on the meds he would go. Once they realized that he still had a testicle they should have shifted his treatment from inappropriate urination to retained testicle, with the spraying/marking of a sexually mature male. At the end of the record it had “owner says Frodo will be neutered by a friend”. This doesn’t sound like a rescue cat, it sounds like crazy rescue lady was trying to pull one over on us and get a free neuter on a cat that was in no condition to be a candidate by claiming he was a rescue. Frodo also had trouble keeping his eyes open, the vet had her class do an eye stain to look for lesions and he had one in his right eye. They also gave him subcutaneous fluids. For the rest of the afternoon Frodo came with me everywhere, I had him on a board that I carried him on and would syringe feed him in between whatever I was doing. At 2 and she still hadn’t picked him up I made a space on the floor in the office where I had Frodo on my lap and I could study/do homework for my classes. We sat there for a few hours and at one point I realized that he was purring, I couldn’t hear him but I felt it. The idea of sending him home with the people who let him get into this state really angered me. I am convinced that his “favorite towel” wasn’t his favorite, Frodo just didn’t have the strength/energy move once he was on it. We joked about ways to keep them from taking him. I just didn’t trust these people, he didn’t become underweight and almost catatonic in the 3 days that we had him. I stayed at school until 6pm waiting for him to get picked up. I wanted to just bring him home, but I left him and that was one of the hardest things to do. I called my husband and cried, I wanted Frodo so bad. Yes I wanted to keep him as a “forever” pet, but more than that I wanted to take him, make him better, learn his real personality and then see him in to a good home mine or otherwise. It killed me to think that wasn’t going to be what was going to happen to him.
I came in to check on the animals and Frodo just looked miserable. I picked him up and he didn’t move, pull back, or even make a noise. I wrapped him in a towel and took him into the office. When our vet came in she asked if he had eaten anything and when I said no she ran next door and bought two cans of tuna. We opened one and he sniffed it but wouldn’t get up on his own to eat it. So we just moved it and he licked it but wouldn’t take any bites, if I put a chunk in his mouth he wouldn’t chew it he would just swallow it. The vet tried calling the rescue again and left another message, she then went and got the pill bottles that his pills came in and called that vet to get a copy of his records. Just after that the rescue lady called back and when the vet asked about his temperament she told her just responded with “well I’ll just come pick him up” and wouldn’t answer the question she also didn’t like that we had called the other vet to get his history. That was when she said she had to go pick up abandoned kittens and she would be there in the afternoon to pick up Frodo.
After that we received his record and from reading it not only had the “foster home” had him for more than a year they had moved him with them from Florida, he had been on one of his meds for over a year and the other one for 8 months. They had tried to take him off the meds but he started spraying again and back on the meds he would go. Once they realized that he still had a testicle they should have shifted his treatment from inappropriate urination to retained testicle, with the spraying/marking of a sexually mature male. At the end of the record it had “owner says Frodo will be neutered by a friend”. This doesn’t sound like a rescue cat, it sounds like crazy rescue lady was trying to pull one over on us and get a free neuter on a cat that was in no condition to be a candidate by claiming he was a rescue. Frodo also had trouble keeping his eyes open, the vet had her class do an eye stain to look for lesions and he had one in his right eye. They also gave him subcutaneous fluids. For the rest of the afternoon Frodo came with me everywhere, I had him on a board that I carried him on and would syringe feed him in between whatever I was doing. At 2 and she still hadn’t picked him up I made a space on the floor in the office where I had Frodo on my lap and I could study/do homework for my classes. We sat there for a few hours and at one point I realized that he was purring, I couldn’t hear him but I felt it. The idea of sending him home with the people who let him get into this state really angered me. I am convinced that his “favorite towel” wasn’t his favorite, Frodo just didn’t have the strength/energy move once he was on it. We joked about ways to keep them from taking him. I just didn’t trust these people, he didn’t become underweight and almost catatonic in the 3 days that we had him. I stayed at school until 6pm waiting for him to get picked up. I wanted to just bring him home, but I left him and that was one of the hardest things to do. I called my husband and cried, I wanted Frodo so bad. Yes I wanted to keep him as a “forever” pet, but more than that I wanted to take him, make him better, learn his real personality and then see him in to a good home mine or otherwise. It killed me to think that wasn’t going to be what was going to happen to him.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Frodo part 1
Frodo
Frodo came to the school this week from a rescue group we don’t normally use. He was the only animal we received from them. When the lady dropped him off she gave off that “crazy cat lady” vibe. All the other rescue people I have dealt with so far as the Animal Care supervisor seem to be really in tune with the animals they bring in and have an understanding as to what our mission is, even when it is the foster homes bringing in the animals I feel confident about the animals in their care. Not with this lady. I brushed it off, I have been having a rough time of getting enough sleep and it was on Monday morning. I watched her put the cat in the kennel with his “favorite towel”, fill out the forms, tell me about the meds he was on, she showed me that he had un-distended testicle (that she marked with a red pen) , went over the feeding protocol and sent her on her way. Frodo crawled into the corner under the perch and stayed there, this is not uncommon, a new place that smells funny, 5 other cats in cages around you, 1-5 barking dogs on the other side of the door and strange people walking through the room a million times a day.
The history I got from the lady about Frodo is that he was a rescue and they thought he was neutered but he was spraying like an un-neutered cat so they put him on an anti-depressant and an anti-anxiety medication and they had had him for about a year and he wasn’t adoptable until the spraying was under control and they will take him off the meds as soon as the un-distended testicle was removed. That made some sense at the time.
The Vet and I did his intake physical his temp was normal and he didn’t struggle at all. He seemed to just move really slow and his muscles were really tense. She made note of the movement and she put is body condition score at 4 out of 10. We went on to the other 6 animals we had to do. Tuesday after my class the vet and I were doing intake on 2 new animals that had come in and we checked on good ol’ Frodo he hadn’t eaten anything and he was in the same place I put him after his kennel had been cleaned. I picked him up and we put him on the table and he was still as a statue. I picked him up by his scruff and placed him down on the table with his back feet and like he was in slow motion he curled himself down to put his front feet down. The Vet figured out that he was over medicated and there was no way we could neuter him in that condition, there no way to maintain vitals on him under anesthesia. So the priority shifted from getting him ready for surgery to making him feel better. The Vet went to the office to call the rescue to find out if this was from the stress of being in a new place or was he just as sluggish at home. At the time I had left on Tuesday the rescue lady hadn’t called back.
Frodo came to the school this week from a rescue group we don’t normally use. He was the only animal we received from them. When the lady dropped him off she gave off that “crazy cat lady” vibe. All the other rescue people I have dealt with so far as the Animal Care supervisor seem to be really in tune with the animals they bring in and have an understanding as to what our mission is, even when it is the foster homes bringing in the animals I feel confident about the animals in their care. Not with this lady. I brushed it off, I have been having a rough time of getting enough sleep and it was on Monday morning. I watched her put the cat in the kennel with his “favorite towel”, fill out the forms, tell me about the meds he was on, she showed me that he had un-distended testicle (that she marked with a red pen) , went over the feeding protocol and sent her on her way. Frodo crawled into the corner under the perch and stayed there, this is not uncommon, a new place that smells funny, 5 other cats in cages around you, 1-5 barking dogs on the other side of the door and strange people walking through the room a million times a day.
The history I got from the lady about Frodo is that he was a rescue and they thought he was neutered but he was spraying like an un-neutered cat so they put him on an anti-depressant and an anti-anxiety medication and they had had him for about a year and he wasn’t adoptable until the spraying was under control and they will take him off the meds as soon as the un-distended testicle was removed. That made some sense at the time.
The Vet and I did his intake physical his temp was normal and he didn’t struggle at all. He seemed to just move really slow and his muscles were really tense. She made note of the movement and she put is body condition score at 4 out of 10. We went on to the other 6 animals we had to do. Tuesday after my class the vet and I were doing intake on 2 new animals that had come in and we checked on good ol’ Frodo he hadn’t eaten anything and he was in the same place I put him after his kennel had been cleaned. I picked him up and we put him on the table and he was still as a statue. I picked him up by his scruff and placed him down on the table with his back feet and like he was in slow motion he curled himself down to put his front feet down. The Vet figured out that he was over medicated and there was no way we could neuter him in that condition, there no way to maintain vitals on him under anesthesia. So the priority shifted from getting him ready for surgery to making him feel better. The Vet went to the office to call the rescue to find out if this was from the stress of being in a new place or was he just as sluggish at home. At the time I had left on Tuesday the rescue lady hadn’t called back.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Today I miss my Izzy
Isabella was my first cat that I got on my own when I lived in Omaha. I had applied for a job at a local TV station and I decided that if I didn’t get the job I would get an adult cat if I did I would get myself a kitten. Granted it should have been the other way around no job = more time for a cat. So I got the job, an overnight gig at the local Fox/WB station. I went straight to the humane society to look at the kittens. They had a whole bunch to pick from but I toured the adult room just to see. And there she was. She was beautiful and in the top cage by the wall. I read her card she was 2 years old just spayed and then I noticed she had been there longer than any other cats so I just HAD to take her in to the cat room and meet her and that is when I saw… she had no tail and she had the back legs like a bunny. SHE WAS A MANX!!!!!! And the sweetest thing you ever did meet and she could talk your ear off. I knew if I didn’t adopt her then no one would… who would want an adult cat with no tail and she had already been there too long. I knew they would put her down if I didn’t take her and I wasn’t about to let that happen. 
When I got her home… oh geez, that girl could TALK!! And she never stopped. I was working 12 & 14 hour shifts, the only thing I wanted was to feed the cat and go to bed. Izzy wouldn’t have it. She had a full night and by god she was going to tell me about it. She followed me everywhere… talk talk talk she would jump on the bed talk talk talk. I loved her but damn she wouldn’t shut up. She also wanted to be with me ALL the time and her favorite thing was to be carried, the longer you held her the happier she was.
When I got her home… oh geez, that girl could TALK!! And she never stopped. I was working 12 & 14 hour shifts, the only thing I wanted was to feed the cat and go to bed. Izzy wouldn’t have it. She had a full night and by god she was going to tell me about it. She followed me everywhere… talk talk talk she would jump on the bed talk talk talk. I loved her but damn she wouldn’t shut up. She also wanted to be with me ALL the time and her favorite thing was to be carried, the longer you held her the happier she was. 
The best thing was she loved to dance. I would pick her up and put in a CD mute the TV and we would dance in the living room. She would just purr and be so content. We spent many hours dancing.
Today I heard a song on the radio (the song at the top of the page) and I came home and downloaded it from Amazon. I played it and scooped up the nearest cat. Hellina bit me on the nose and wanted nothing to do with it, Duncan cried the whole time and I know better than to try and pick up Cinder. That is when my heart ached a little for my Izzy. She was an amazing girl who loved me more than anything on earth. She left me way too soon and I miss her
Monday, March 3, 2008
Heck of a week......
I am in a really GREAT mood, and I plan on staying that way for the rest of the week.
I went to the dentist this morning for the first time in forever. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. I am going to have to go back for deep cleaning and to fix one filling. They didn’t yell at me which made the idea of coming back not so bad.
Now that that is out of the way I have tomorrow to look forward to, and it’s going to be a GREAT day. I get to spend the day at school with my buddy Chrissie and she makes our classes fun :) I love that girl!!!!! After school I am running over to my mom’s so I can aspirate a lump on Oberon and clean his ears, but mostly I am going over so I can take a shower and change because ...
KATE AND I ARE GOING THE WILD GAME!!!!!!!!!!! I am totally stoked. I can’t even remember last hockey game I went to. I am sure it was the last game Kate and I went to together... that was our “thing” in high school you see. So this is how the game came about. Kate and I have been bantering about that we needed to go out for beers, dinner, or coffee but we hadn’t really nailed down a time.. no big deal. Then last Tuesday my mom went to the coffee shop on the corner for her weekly knitting group and who does she ambush (and call by her sister’s name)? none other than Kate. So there Kate is having a peaceful time with her cousin when mom feels the need to make us talk to each other and calls me up on her cell phone and hands it to Kate. We have an uncomfortable conversation and we agree that we will do something this Tuesday and we’ll email the details. We sent the emails with no concrete plans on Wednesday. I was also thinking I should see if Bill is working on Tuesday because maybe I could grab a drink with him after dinner with Kate and after he get off work because I would be in Minneapolis anyway. Well I have access to Bill’s schedule so I looked up 3/4/08 and he is working the Wild game and that gave me the bright idea that Kate and I should go to a hockey game. After reading her latest blog I knew the girl needed a hockey game. I checked with ticketmaster and they said they didn’t have any tickets left so I hit up Bill to see if he could hook us up. I was a chick on a mission. Few days went by and no word from Bill but I did sign up for alerts if they released anymore tickets for the game and I got one. I jumped online and got us 2 tickets. :) I was rather proud of myself. If you didn’t notice I didn’t ask Kate before I bought the tickets… I was teasing my un-sportloving hubby that if Kate couldn’t go that he was going to go… he didn’t like that idea. I texted her and asked if she knew anyone who wanted to go to the game and thankfully for Rob she said she would go. :)
I went to the dentist this morning for the first time in forever. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. I am going to have to go back for deep cleaning and to fix one filling. They didn’t yell at me which made the idea of coming back not so bad.
Now that that is out of the way I have tomorrow to look forward to, and it’s going to be a GREAT day. I get to spend the day at school with my buddy Chrissie and she makes our classes fun :) I love that girl!!!!! After school I am running over to my mom’s so I can aspirate a lump on Oberon and clean his ears, but mostly I am going over so I can take a shower and change because ...
KATE AND I ARE GOING THE WILD GAME!!!!!!!!!!! I am totally stoked. I can’t even remember last hockey game I went to. I am sure it was the last game Kate and I went to together... that was our “thing” in high school you see. So this is how the game came about. Kate and I have been bantering about that we needed to go out for beers, dinner, or coffee but we hadn’t really nailed down a time.. no big deal. Then last Tuesday my mom went to the coffee shop on the corner for her weekly knitting group and who does she ambush (and call by her sister’s name)? none other than Kate. So there Kate is having a peaceful time with her cousin when mom feels the need to make us talk to each other and calls me up on her cell phone and hands it to Kate. We have an uncomfortable conversation and we agree that we will do something this Tuesday and we’ll email the details. We sent the emails with no concrete plans on Wednesday. I was also thinking I should see if Bill is working on Tuesday because maybe I could grab a drink with him after dinner with Kate and after he get off work because I would be in Minneapolis anyway. Well I have access to Bill’s schedule so I looked up 3/4/08 and he is working the Wild game and that gave me the bright idea that Kate and I should go to a hockey game. After reading her latest blog I knew the girl needed a hockey game. I checked with ticketmaster and they said they didn’t have any tickets left so I hit up Bill to see if he could hook us up. I was a chick on a mission. Few days went by and no word from Bill but I did sign up for alerts if they released anymore tickets for the game and I got one. I jumped online and got us 2 tickets. :) I was rather proud of myself. If you didn’t notice I didn’t ask Kate before I bought the tickets… I was teasing my un-sportloving hubby that if Kate couldn’t go that he was going to go… he didn’t like that idea. I texted her and asked if she knew anyone who wanted to go to the game and thankfully for Rob she said she would go. :)
Thursday, July 26, 2007
week two
It’s the end of week 2 and so far I haven’t fallen on my face. In fact I had my first test on Monday and I aced it. That was good. I wasn’t so sure how I was going to do. The test was in my Medical Terminology class, and I am having a hard time wrapping my head around all these terms and how they combine to make bigger wackier Latin/Greek words. Yeah, my year in Latin class in high school is not helping. But I somehow managed to absorb the information for the first test. I have another one next Monday.
Now I will tell you about my classes. On Monday & Wednesday I have Medical Terminology. It is going to be the roughest class for me. On Tuesday and Thursday I have Biology and Intro to Veterinary Technology. The best part is I like all of my teachers. I also like most of my classmates. When I went to Brown Institute I was the youngest in all of my classes by at least 4 years and I was the only one under the age of twenty. Now I am one of the few over 22. There are even kids that are STILL in high school taking post secondary classes. I should not be made to feel old at 30. I am getting use to the idea of being the granny, but still.
There is one chick though. For the life of us we can not understand WHY she is in the Vet Tech program. She has never owned an animal and this is the 3rd school she has been to. She had gone to one art school for a
week but it wasn’t for her and then she went to MCTC for one term and it just wasn’t like structured enough for her. You add to that the fact that she is a talker. She is always talking about something. On Tuesday she brought in the cd cover for her FAVORITE band and basically gave us a presentation on why she liked the band and read the lyrics to us. The was in BIOLOGY class. HUH???? Then she did it again to the people around her in our Intro class. I don’t get it. Today we got to handle kittens, we s 45min presentation on how to restrain cats and the teacher said if you have never handled a cat and don’t know how to hold on to them to walk them in to class then let someone else do it so they don’t get loose and then we can practice. Chick was the first one in the cage room she opened the cage grabbed a cat and boom let it go. It took 3 of us 10 min to get the cat to come out from under the cages. Then she tried to pick it up BY THE HEAD!! Not by the scruff of the neck, by the head. That is when someone else took the cat and told chick she wouldn’t let her near a cat until we were back in the class and the teacher can watch her and walked the cat to the classroom. Me.. I just wanted to hit her. I am crossing my fingers she doesn’t make it at this school either
Now I will tell you about my classes. On Monday & Wednesday I have Medical Terminology. It is going to be the roughest class for me. On Tuesday and Thursday I have Biology and Intro to Veterinary Technology. The best part is I like all of my teachers. I also like most of my classmates. When I went to Brown Institute I was the youngest in all of my classes by at least 4 years and I was the only one under the age of twenty. Now I am one of the few over 22. There are even kids that are STILL in high school taking post secondary classes. I should not be made to feel old at 30. I am getting use to the idea of being the granny, but still.
There is one chick though. For the life of us we can not understand WHY she is in the Vet Tech program. She has never owned an animal and this is the 3rd school she has been to. She had gone to one art school for a
week but it wasn’t for her and then she went to MCTC for one term and it just wasn’t like structured enough for her. You add to that the fact that she is a talker. She is always talking about something. On Tuesday she brought in the cd cover for her FAVORITE band and basically gave us a presentation on why she liked the band and read the lyrics to us. The was in BIOLOGY class. HUH???? Then she did it again to the people around her in our Intro class. I don’t get it. Today we got to handle kittens, we s 45min presentation on how to restrain cats and the teacher said if you have never handled a cat and don’t know how to hold on to them to walk them in to class then let someone else do it so they don’t get loose and then we can practice. Chick was the first one in the cage room she opened the cage grabbed a cat and boom let it go. It took 3 of us 10 min to get the cat to come out from under the cages. Then she tried to pick it up BY THE HEAD!! Not by the scruff of the neck, by the head. That is when someone else took the cat and told chick she wouldn’t let her near a cat until we were back in the class and the teacher can watch her and walked the cat to the classroom. Me.. I just wanted to hit her. I am crossing my fingers she doesn’t make it at this school either
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Yes..
Thursday, May 24, 2007
next week
I am going to be a busy busy bee next week. Monday is a national holiday. Tuesday I have a 9am hair appointment that I am so excited for. Rob (the stylist not the hubby) does an amazing work with hair color. The girl who did my hair before was good but Rob is awesome. I wanted an appointment on Wednesday because I am not working that day but Rob doesn’t work on Wednesday so I am going to get up extra early on Tuesday just so Rob will do my hair. Wednesday I have the day off work so I am going to get some needed shopping done. I have a nail appointment at 215 and I am (cross my fingers) meeting Bill for drinks at 430ish. Thursday I have a 8am appointment to take Cinder to the groomers to get her hair cut. Yep, we are sheering the fluffy cat.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
The Weekend
This weekend was not event free. I did manage to mess up at work AGAIN. I REALLY need to find someplace else to go. I think my subconscious is mounting a rebellion against this place. I hate spacing out on things. I know my manager is not happy. But I don’t know what else I can do besides tattooing reminders on my hands and how would I explain that when I am 90 and in the home? The snooty 20something comes in to give me my meds “what does that mean? Remember the load files?” and THEN I will remember why it’s there but apparently I can’t get the swing of it now. Figures.
The rest of the weekend was swell. Rob has a new hobby, RC cars. They are cool and he has found the ones that you can do all the upgrades to. I will be more willing to play with them when we can take them out to the street in the summer. For now they are mostly a cat torment device.
On the good side I am meeting up with Kate for Strongbow on tap tomorrow night and so she can explain why I might have to break the “No return to Okalahoma” rule.
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