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Hel-LEW. Did y’all not SEE the Best. Picture. Ever. in yesterday’s entry???
She looks like she’s having a good laugh at your expense, doesn’t she? I’m half-tempted to use CafePress to make myself a Flossie shirt, and underneath the picture it would say “You’re wearing… THAT?”
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So we – and when I say “we”, you should know, of course, that I mean “Fred” – have been giving Miz Poo oil for the last three weeks or so. Fred did some looking around online, and found that what Miz Poo has – her puffy lip – is called a
rodent ulcer, and that people have had good results treating it with omega-3/omega-6 fatty acid oil. So we – he – started giving her the oil, and for a long time nothing happened, and we wailed and gnashed our teeth (or maybe just shrugged and shook our heads), and then in the last few days all of a sudden, her lip has gotten much, much smaller and has started to look a lot healthier.
We’re cautiously optimistic, because in the past a lot of the stuff we’ve tried has worked really well, but only for a short amount of time. But if this oil is the answer, I’m going to be thrilled. THRILLED, I say, because we’ve been dealing with the puffy lip for years now, and even though the lip never seems to cause her pain even when it’s at the puffiest, just looking at it causes US pain.
Keep your fingers crossed that the oil keeps working, eh?
Boy, that’s not a flattering picture, is it? I’m lucky she’s not human. She’d kick my ass for putting up such a horrid picture!
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What a difference five weeks makes, huh?
Then:
Now (well, last week):
Have those babies grown, or what? How about this:
Then.
Now.
They grow so DAMN fast. Her eyes went from that gorgeous blue to green, and I didn’t even notice it happening!
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It’s a good damn thing I decided to start wearing a sweatshirt into the cat room, because right now every damn one of those kittens love to launch themselves across the room onto my back, and then scale the Robyn Mountain to sit on my shoulder and chew on my hair.
Snoopy. And my hair. Which he loves to chew on. Sometimes he gets so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of hair that he sinks his sharp little claws into my scalp and tries to eat my head.
Oy’s favorite place to be. He sits juuuust right so that he can see the other kittens running around, but just far enough back that I can’t turn my head and kiss him. Brat.
Miss Flossieeeee….on my shoulderrrr… makes me happyyyyy….
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Not every night, but every few nights, I give the kittens a can of kitten food. It’s a nice change from the Science Diet Kitten they get all the time, and they seem to really like it. I open the can, put the food on a couple of plates, and they all stop what they’re doing to come belly-up to the trough.
I love the way Miss Flossie can’t quite seem to decide which plate she wants to eat off of.
She’s in kitty heaven.
And once they’re done eating, they sit around for the next half hour and lick their lips.
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