#Cat Urine Problems

[lex-artis-studios]

More vet tech things

Had an appointment this afternoon with an elderly lady who was hard of hearing, and her young fluffy tortoiseshell cat. While I'm taking the cat's history, the owner just blurts out,

"I think the cat's gotta be trans! She just acts like such a boy! I always have to correct myself because I keep calling her a him! And her pee stinks!"

I really had no way to reply to that.

[oh-look-car-horns]

Wondering what boop count your 3 letter word corresponds to? I gotchu:

Using a python script I wrote, I booped myself 50,000 times, saving an image of my boop-o-meter every 500 boops. Before we get into the results, there are two important limitations to this study that I should mention:

Firstly, because I only recorded the boop-o-meter every 500 boops, if a message appeared for less than 500 boops it may not have been caught.

Secondly, every now and then my computer would lose a boop or two when a click wouldn't register. This is seen in the 500 and 1000 boop images below, which in reality read 498 and 994 respectively. Because of this, boop values are slightly lower than they appear.

With that out of the way, lets dig in.

0-999:

From boops 0-999, the boop-o-meter displays your boop count, and changes color as you boop

Boop count: 0 Boop count: 500 Boop count: 1000

Boop fact: the colors do not change after 1000

LOL:

Between boops 1000 and 1500, the boop-o-meter changed to display 'LOL'. This likely took place at 1000 boops, but maybe it said 'MAX' or sumn for awhile at first? Idk this is already the misinformation website so not my problem.

Boop count: 1500 (actually more like 1490 ish)

More results below the cut

OMG:

Between 1500 and 2000, the boop-o-meter changed to display 'OMG'. Again, this probably happened at 1500 but who knows. Maybe staff made it 1523 for the bit or something.

Boop count: ~2000

WOW:

The boop-o-meter remained at omg until the 3500 boop readpoint, when it switched to 'WOW', meaning this transition happens somewhere between ~2980 and ~3480.

Boop count: ~3500

Boop fact: 'WOW' is the second longest reigning message

*-*:

Between 5000 and 5500 the boop-o-meter switched to '*-*'. You get the idea at this point so I'll speed it up.

Boop count: ~5500

WHY:

The boop-o-meter changed to 'WHY' between 6000 and 6500 boops. For science. That's why.

Boop count: ~6500

PLZ:

Next was 'PLZ', switching between 7000 and 7500.

Boop count: ~7500

AAA:

I'm not sure what bloody urine has to do with anything, but for some reason staff felt is was important to display, switching between 7500 and 8000.

Boop count: ~8000

;_;:

Huh the colon makes that one look weird. 8000-8500.

Boop count: ~8500

Boop fact: That fucking cat haunts me in my dreams

0_0:

I realized after I set my pyautogui script running that my computer wouldn't turn off its screen because of the clicking, so there was a strobing blue light in my room all night. This encapsulated my expression while trying to sleep (8500-9000).

Boop count: ~9000

MAX:

After 9000 it displayed 'MAX'. This was cap. (9000-9500 switch).

Boop count: OVER 9000 (9500)

<33:

I miss my wife. 9500-10,000.

Boop count ~10,000

TUM BLR:

THE HOLY GRAIL. The boop-o-meter switched to displaying 'TUM BLR' between 10,000 and 10,500 boops. Because my actual boop count was slightly behind my theoretical, I'd guess that this change happened at 10,000 boops.

Boop count: ~10,500 (likely switched at 10,000)

Summary:

When charted the boop curve looks as follows:

Boop curve: 0 - 10,000 boops

My script continued to run until 53,000 boops, but no further changes were observed. Again, there were quite possibly more messages at lower boop values, but my ass is not checking. Maybe I should have scaled my sampling accordingly, but it is what it is. Thank you for joining me on this journey, and if you have any corrections or more information, please add it to this post.

Boop fact: Terfs DNI

[talkbycolor]

john doe game headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; i'm actually really sensitive about john doe JHSAJHSAJAS

Pairing; "John Doe" x GN!Reader

CW; Just doe being the weirdo we love / PISSPISSPISS / implied cannibalism? not so much tho / ew stinky gay / sex with a hairball

john doe as a partner.

His love for you is pure, but the lack of understanding in humans makes it complicated, he doesn't know how to express it in a "correct" way.

He has little interest in humans but all his interest in You, do you want to learn to play an instrument? Doe too, he would learn to use a phone to call you although it would be useless since in the end he would follow you to work, he can't stand having you away for even a second!

He tried to eat you (unfortunately not in a sexual way), he wanted to bite, pull your teeth, and tear them out of your cheeks to eat them, you had to use a lot of patience to explain to him that this was painful and you could die

He likes your fluids, your sweat smells so good, it tastes great, your tears, he knows that tears mean something is wrong but he can't help but want to lick them, at least he's like a puppy in that way and that will make you laugh, Doe wants to help! your urine, he will drink it all without a problem, if you are both having a loving session in bed and you want to go to the bathroom, forget it, he will open your legs and help empty your bladder, he loved being your personal toilet, your blood is the sweetest of his paradise, be careful with accidental cuts or his mouth will stick like a leech to your wound

Ideas for romantic activities will probably come from television, be careful what he watches

At this point, Doe lives by and for you, he will adapt to your lifestyle and tastes, although he cannot understand most of them, the idea of "breaking up" does not exist in his head, you can walk away, even stop talking to him and he will continue behind you

But he has feelings, why don't you talk to him anymore? Did he do something wrong? He no longer leaves rats in the kitchen, he no longer tries to make You dinners with raw meat, is that the way he looks? Tell him your standards! Doe will change everything for you, even reality

He can definitely purr, he's more like an old, ugly, stray cat that will rest on your lap, but he's YOUR, old, ugly, stray cat.

He doesn't know how to give compliments, it's more like observations or comments about how you make him feel "You're wearing a big hat!" "A red dress!", "I'm so happy to see you!" but it's adorable that he reminds you that you are his whole life…somehow

It's like having a child at home, in the strangest way possible, he will try to make horrible crafts for you and help with housework without much success.

If you demand sex, Doe would probably do his best to make a nice cock, just for you, or a pussy depending on what you like, he will be submissive but if you ask him to take control he will try

And that will probably be the messiest and hardest sex you've ever had in your life, Doe always adores you like it's your last day on earth so in a sexual sphere it would be ten times worse

If you put on a movie at night, he will fall asleep halfway through, no exceptions, the sound of the television and your smell will be enough

Doe would definitely kill for you, he doesn't understand jokes so please don't say "Ugh I hate that guy, I hope he's dead" because yes, the guy will be dead.

In case You doesn't like the smelly boy, Doe will try to take showers regularly, at least to not smell like something out of the sewer, the pain doesn't matter if it's about you

Loves physical contact and quality time

Surprisingly, Doe has a driver's license, he would be your personal chauffeur, you may think it's an adorable gesture but he just wants to be sure where you are at every hour of the day… and help, of course.

Aside from adoring you, Doe actually has his own tastes and hobbies, he HAS feelings! He has tried knitting since the technology is very confusing, he really is like an old man

He tries to have a good relationship with your friends and family, if you have a big family he will probably feel overwhelmed but that doesn't mean he will stop trying to show that he loves you and wants to be with you.

Your younger nephews love it, they think of Doe as a weird-looking uncle who lets them play with his hair

Doe shirt always has hearts when he looks at You.

♡

[projectcaramel]

Obey Me! Random Headcanon #10

Lucifer Edition

He is more prone to acting like a super-villain on a power trip every time he listens to classical music. It doesn't have to be a cursed record, although this does make it more obvious.

He likes all animals, though dogs are his favorite. That said, Cerberus belongs to a separate class of his own.

He has a problem deciding what shade of black to wear in the morning and will ask for a second opinion from Asmo, who is the only one other person in his family who can distinguish #000000 from #121212. (Hexadecimal color in case you're confused.)

Lucifer once got into a tickling match with Diavolo (they were drunk), and Diavolo badly lost. Only Barbatos actually remembers this incident, and he still chuckles about it.

Although the variety of apple he enjoys gives him severe migraines and breathing problems in excess, he will stress-eat them when they are in the house.

He thinks it's cute when his brothers get mad at him for reasons that are trivial to him, e.g. Mammon yelling at him for working himself to death.

He is incredibly sensitive to particular smells, such as cat urine (Satan's fault), demonus (Diavolo's fault), and MC's body wash (His fault, for reasons he refuses to disclose).

-- Caramel: Happy birthday, Lucifer! --

[l3irdl3rain]

Hi there! I just want you to know that your posts have always been endlessly inspiring to me through the years! A question, I'm also interested in providing hospice care to senior cats however I live in a carpeted house, do you have any recommendations on how to deal with potential accidents that may occur? Eg: cat pee stink

You’re not going to like my answer, but I pulled up all my carpets. If this is something you really want to do I recommend getting some sort of good carpet cleaner and accept the fact that you may not get all of your security deposit back.

There’s bound to be more accidents with senior cats. Even when they are litter box trained. Chloe used to hang her butt over the edge of the box. Also many chronic illnesses can cause more frequent vomiting.

That being said, Arthur is a special case. Out of the 19 cats I’ve owned I think I only had 2 that had actual, chronic behavioral urination problems. (Not counting Valentine). Everyone else pretty much tried their best, even if they weren’t perfect

[vanha-paholainen]

Viktor's past headcanons.

— Viktor was born on September 2 (by the way, on this day the Viktor Orthodox name day) in the family of street thug Jan and artist Esther. He looked like his fragile, dark-haired mother, but he did not inherit his character from any of his parents. After all, personality, with the exception of qualities determined by innate aspects of the psyche, is not inherited, and the similarity of the child's character with the parent is achieved by upbringing — and Viktor hardly remembers his mother and father. They died when he was three years old: both died at the hands of a chemical baron, to whom Jan crossed the road.

— Viktor was raised more by himself and less by his grandmother, Khava. Cold, stingy with emotions, she provided him with everything he needed, but she could hardly do more. She didn't love him or her dead daughter. All that remained for Viktor was to come home on time (which he coped with, because of the congenital problems with his leg he would not be able to walk for a long time) and not get into trouble (which he also coped with).

— He spent his childhood reading and playing with abandoned machinery. He did not play with other children, as if feeling in his gut that he would not be accepted, and communicating with books completely suited him.

— The only time Viktor tried to be friends with another child turned out to be extremely ridiculous and unpleasant for the little genius. His friend, Anhalt, was several years older than him, and one day, apparently deciding to amuse his ego, he pushed nine-year-old Viktor off the roof of the second floor. Having badly bruised his knee, he finally lost faith that at least someone needed him.

— Viktor came to Piltover at the age of fourteen. One day he decided to cross the bridge, and since this happened before the situation on the Piltover—Zaun border worsened, he managed to cross the bridge. To do this, he had to strip down to his underpants at the security checkpoint and wait three hours for his books and notebooks to be checked by the police, but eventually he was allowed to live in this huge city.

— At first, Viktor earned his living by distributing newspapers. He lived in a rented closet on the ground floor of an apartment building owned by a certain Roysmann, smoked the worst cigarettes he could find in Piltover, and suffered from constant insomnia. The neighbors upstairs, noisy second-hand dealers, considered it their duty to shout over his head. Victor had to fight with the fat owner's cat for a workplace: this shaggy bastard occupied the only table in the corridor entirely, and he was mostly afraid not of the shouts of an irritated Viktor, but of the broom with which he drove him from his place. The second floor always smelled of burnt pork fat and dog urine. He didn't want to live here at all, but it was also pernicious to return to Zaun: Viktor was so exhausted by his native slums that he no longer even wanted to think about them.

— If Heimerdinger hadn't noticed the genius who came to the academy to listen to lectures on mechanical engineering and higher mathematics, Viktor would hardly have gotten a higher education with the same ease. The dean was delighted with the abilities of the young talent, and Viktor, having passed only three exams, became part of the first-year students at the age of sixteen. After completing his bachelor's degree, he entered the master's program at the age of eighteen, and then, at just twenty, defended his PhD. The star of his pure mind burned so swiftly and brightly that other students, looking at him, whispered: "genius.".. It's just a pity that Viktor paid for his genius with his personal life, socialization and health.

— Viktor despises the concept of talent and genius. He recognizes his uniqueness, but only because he gets out of the statistics — and he considers this discrepancy to be the result of hard work on himself and the result of his cold temperament. "Everything is achieved only through hard work and effort."

— Viktor has never had romantic feelings in his life. More precisely, they undoubtedly were — but every time he began to like someone too much, he stifled all signs of affection. He loves humanity, but not anyone in particular. It cannot be otherwise.

[pseudowho]

Hi Mrs Haitch! First let me say that I adore your stories and the way you write the men in your fics. Not only are they hot and enjoyable to read but also they feel real and adult. I don't want to bash on anyone by saying this, but sometimes it's difficult to enjoy fics written by younger people when you're pushing 30 because they portray a different reality. Please, never stop writing!

Before getting into the next part of the ask I'd like to say that this is in no way a demand and I it's not my intention to trauma dump on you. I just felt like talking a little about my experience could provide a bit of context.

I just read the ask about the soft spot and, although I'm not a virgin, I'm a serial victim of bad sex. I would love technical (even if explicit) descriptions on how to find the famed spot. I think is really cool when women in the medical field talk about sexual health, and it could be good having this kind of knowledge on a famous fic blog like yours, since I imagine a lot of fic readers are either virgins or had less than ideal sexual experiences, like me.

I don't want to seem like I'm pressuring you though! I totally understand if you prefer to keep this kind of thing out of your blog. It's just that a while ago I read on another blog from a healthcare professional a post about how sex shouldn't hurt even in the first time and I was blown away (this happened years after I started having sex and after having deemed myself "defective" and doomed to painful sex to the rest of my life)

Sorry for the long ask. Sending lots of hapiness your way <3

Well, if it helps even one person, it is absolutely my pleasure to do so.

I'm sorry for your bad sex. Nothing excuses it, frankly, and I'm a firm believer that most people are profoundly shit at giving vagina-owners orgasms.

(you calling my blog 'famous' does not go unnoticed and I could blush. Shhhh.)

I think age comes with so much beauty. I am a staunch believer in the unifying power of people, and when groups of women support the ducklings of the group, the ducklings are far less likely to be led down the garden path, on what is 'normal' or 'abnormal' or 'good' or 'bad' in sex.

This is why men and the media fear strongly-bonded groups of women so much-- it's almost like we'll talk and start to take note of the real problems. Cats amongst pigeons, right?

Anyway...

Cw and tw: medical discussion, discussion of self-examination

So again, while the location of the g-spot varies in exact location from vagina-owner to vagina-owner, on average it is located 2-3 inches into the vagina, on the anterior vaginal wall.

What I mean by anterior vaginal wall is, if standing and facing forwards, it's the wall of your vagina closest to the front of you, rather than your back.

Picture posted again, for reference!

The g-spot is of variable size, usually the size of a large coin, and it may feel a bit rougher or ridged than other parts of your vagina, but becomes spongier or thicker and plusher when aroused or stimulated.

If you were to get two fingers on your dominant hand, reach inside the vagina up to the base of your fingers, and hook forwards, you should find it.

I suggest for the first time, finding it when you need to pee. This is because, the g-spot sits against the urethral canal (the tube you pee out of), and if you have a full bladder, you'll know you've found the g-spot because it will feel really sensitive and likely increase your urge to pee.

If you happen to orgasm with g-spot and clitoral stimulation while you have urine in your bladder, your chances of "squirting" (which, if you see my previous post, is almost certainly just pee) are much higher. It's a unique experience and you should try it. Put a towel down.

I find a good sized wand vibrator, inserted and positioned just-so, will give great continuous g-spot stimulation while you, or someone else, goes to town elsewhere.

Start combining all of the erogenous zones and it's party time.

As said previously, sensitivity is very variable. Exploring and knowing yourself is key to showing a partner how to pleasure you.

If you have sex with a partner who responds with anything other than "teach me" absolute enthusiasm, when you want to show them what works for you...if they 'try' for a short time, then give up? If they carry on doing their own thing anyway? If they're impatient?

Kick them to the curb. They can go fuck themselves.

Very much love as always,

-- Haitch xxx

[xmimi89er]

Finally! Time to introduce the kittens!

I have wanted to do this for a while now, but I either didn’t find time or hesitated. But now, it is here. The sweet kittens!

(They were approximately three days old.)

I found them on a late September morning thinking they were rats. Yep. Two of them are grayish/brownish, and so they appeared like so! My first thought was, “Haha, look, two dead rats under the same car tire! What a coincidence! And an… orange… rat?” Five minutes later I had kittens.

We searched for the mother, knocked on doors, and called, but no mother cat came. It was odd in itself to find small kittens exposed in the cold at the side of the street, and so near a tire no less. If that car had moved, they would have died.

I had two choices, either leave the kittens and hope the mother would come back for them, or take them myself.

I took them, and by then I signed myself to a full, non-paying, new experience of stress. Yay.

(This is day four of having them. Cleaned, fed, and warm:)

I have faced quite a few challenges and issues, one of which is constipation, which is dangerous to small kittens. Not fun times. I also had to wake up every two to three hours (in the first week) to feed them during the night and also day, not to mention keep them warm with a heating pad, which is very important!

Also, I realized on day three that I had to manually stimulate them for them to defecate. A surprise, really, but I worked with it.

As the days went by, those tiny things grew, and other problems emerged. Every stage had a new surprise for me. Hooray. Still, I loved those three beans so much to the point of hallucinations. Yep. Heard that right. Night terrors, hallucinations, nightmares, and general anxiety, especially during the night, plagued me for the first four weeks. Not cool. Wouldn’t recommend. I was terrified of waking up and finding them dead :(.

(A short video of bottle feeding! I hold them more securely than this, but I wanted a video taken and so I had to rise the small kitten up!)

When they were around the age of two weeks old, the problems I faced were 1) eye infection and 2) problems with excess urination.

(1: I didn’t have a budget that was good enough to get them eyedrops, and so I tried the more traditional way of boiling tea, letting it cool, and then cleaning the kitten’s eye with it. It worked at a 70 percent efficiency.)

(2: this problem I didn’t have a solution no matter how much I searched. One of the kittens had very excess urination which was bad because he kept on getting everyone around him wet and cold, and I would have to clean everything and change the sheets. This also led to urine scalding, but I fixed that by making sure to dry them completely down there and with a thin layer of Vaseline. It worked in a three-day period.)

(Look at them! They know my smell from a long distance away!)

At age four weeks, a full month, I faced new issues. Double them.

(Four weeks old:)

At age four weeks, kittens' bowel movements begin to fully develop so they can start to use the litter box. Awesome, right? That milestone was destroyed for me.

At that time I was in a stressful situation in which I both didn’t have money and was moving from one place to another, and so I had to, unfortunately, change the milk I use for them. Changing the milk for kittens causes diarrhea.

And so, at that time, I spent it trying to clean everything.

Not to mention, at four weeks of age, kittens start to want to eat and to also fully grow their teeth, and growing teeth causes pain. It became hard for my kittens to eat or suckle on their bottle because of that pain, combined with diarrhea, they became far too thin you could count their ribs. I was hella worried and tried so many things to make in hopes they would eat them, but they barely ate much of anything back then.

Though, sometimes, they do eat until their small tummies are bloated. Yet, it was hard for them to gain any weight.

Thankfully, this problem was solved as the pain in their teeth faded and they became more acclimated to wet/dry food.

The problems with eye infection had bypassed by then. The problem with excess urination too when they knew how to (mostly) use the litter.

(They gained weight!:)

They continued to grow without any other issue after that except for light constipation one time because the dry food brand didn’t suit them, and a few teary eyes that I also fixed. Yay. They still use the bottle to drink milk, but they eat solid food just fine.

They do need to be supervised during that, however, as they were still small and might eat something they shouldn’t and choke. It happened far too many times…

(I still remember sticking my pinky down one of them’s throat to get the damnable rock out. Ahah…)

I had to leave them for a week and they were fed a little more than they should have, so they became a little chubby, hehe. They then were sent to me to another city but, luck has it, I had to relocate back temporarily, and so they are with a friend being cared for. I miss them a lot, but I hopefully would reunite with them as soon as possible :’)

I want to add more photos and videos, but there is a limit :(. I think I might post more photos later!

Regardless, for the names now! The light brown one with big eyes is Poppy (right)! She’s female. There is the dark brown one, male, named Jojo (middle)! And the ginger one, also male, named Jack (left)!

I could literally go on and on about them, but I don’t think anyone would read any of that lol. But, as a last message: when I first got them I hoped if there was someone I would ask guidance from, especially every time I discovered something new. So, if anyone has any questions, I could answer them gladly! There are many videos out there, but I could still answer some things if anyone needs them :D!

[natalie13390]

Imagine this.

A and B are in the woods looking for A's cat that recently ran away. A is looking around on one side and B on the other, B loves cats and decided to help but didn't take into consideration how long they would be out there.

After about an hour and a half of looking, B was finally sitting on a rock to help their bladder for a while, A notices this and walks over; asking B what's wrong. B has a very shy bladder so they just tell A they have slight stomach ache, standing back up to continue looking around.

After a while, B's bladder was starting to ache slightly as of then, they were holding it for six hours now. He wandered a bit further away from A and tried to duck behind a bush to go but as they thought, nothing; they couldn't. B stood back up and that's when they see a cat behind them, B picks the cat up and rushes to A; relief on their mind as that means they can get home and B can use the bathroom.

A smiles as they see the cat and hugs B; unaware of the problem B was having.

A, B and the cat all start making their way down the trail to the house, B was dragging behind; now having to grab themselves slightly.

After another hour of walking, A started to hear a small hissing sound and turned around, seeing B uncontrollably wetting themselves, the sound of the urine hitting the concrete was only making B's face more red. A looks at B sympathetically and walks over to him, taking his hand and the cat licks B as well.

A asks B why they didn't tell them they had to use the bathroom sooner and B's only reply was 'I'm sorry'. A hugs B and both of them start walking back to the house again.

(This is my first Prompt and I hope you liked it, please give me suggestions if you have any!)

[fel0ny-01]

Veterinarian! Ghost and Animal Rescuer! Soap (I am projecting)

At Soap’s rescue, he gets a shit tonne of animals with lots of chronic and undiagnosed health issues, so naturally he takes them to the vet to get them checked out, diagnostics, the lot.

He’s in the waiting room with one of the cats, Anubis, who is struggling to pee, and they need to find out why. Could it be Cystitis? Could it be bladder stones? Either way, this cat needs bloods and scans doing before John can even think about putting him up for adoption.

A few minutes goes by and he’s putting his finger through the bars so Anubis can rub his head against it, and suddenly a deep, gruff mancunian voice startles him out of his thoughts.

“Anubis?”

John looks up. This is the most attractive man he’s ever seen. The vet gives him a soft smile as John stands up with the carrier, before taking him through to the first clinical room.

“My name is Dr Simon Riley, and you are?”

“A’hm John.”

“Pleasure to meet you John, and of course this must be Anubis.”

“Damn richt, he’s bin causing me sae many issues lately, it's a guid job ah love him.”

This caused Simon to laugh, as John caught another look and studied the man’s face. Not too many scars, but enough that it looks sexy.

“So what’s the problem with him?”

“He’s bin struggling tae urinate. I’ve managed tae hulp him dae it manually bit a'm wanting' tae make sure we kin treat it properly so he kin git adopted.”

“Ah I see, so because he’s been able to urinate manually we can rule out Bladder stones, but we would probably need to do some scans and maybe an a ultrasound to study the shape of the bladder.”

John nods dumbly whilst looking into the eyes of this hot vet. He’s definitely taking it all in for Anubis’ sake, but God he needs to get this vet assigned to his case immediately.

After the consultation where they booked an ultrasound in for next week, John shifts to the front desk.

“Cuid ah have Dr Riley assigned tae mah cat’s case? A'm feelin' like it wid be easier if we hud th' identical vet juist so that Anubis gets familiar 'n' so that information doesn’t git muddled.”

“Of course, sir.”

[lomagiffing]

hi hi folks, i do realized that i just recently bugged everyone with a commission post, but my dear cat (nolan), had to be taken to the vet today again. unlike the last time, around 30 days ago, in which he had a gall bladder inflammation (that is being treated with medicine currently, and he is much better), he is now refusing to drink water and pee. so far it doesnt seem something severe, but the vet is being cautious and ordered exams again (blood test, ultrasound and a urine sample). we collected the blood today, and he will get the ultrasound and sample on monday morning. the problem is i haven't finished paying the last round of exams yet on my credit card, so bills are getting a bit out of hand. nolan, my cat, has a local insurance (for pets), that does make stuff cheaper (consults, exams and surgery), so the most expensive part ends up being his meds.

i do realize everyone is going through a rough time at the beginning of the year normally, so i was hoping to make a sale to gather some money and cover the bills. as i announced yesterday, all commissions have a current 15% discount, but that will be raised to 20% for the entire month. that being said, if you commission a pack over 500 gifs, that will be up to 25% discount!! any help is appreciated, just fill the form or send a message, and thank you for the attention.

[ask-a-vetblr]

is it effective to use Furosemide for post-spay seroma in dogs or cats?

GV here.

No. Furosemide is a powerful diuretic designed to reduce overall total blood volume and/or induce urine production in urgent or emergent scenarios such as congestive heart failure, certain types of shock including anaphylactic, certain severe edemas, and oliguric or anuric kidney failure. It's never the *only* thing you do, either. In each of those scenarios you would be throwing a book of treatments at the animal. Also, furosemide runs the risk of being quite damaging to the kidneys even when used properly and is not designed to be used to stop normal, non-life-threatening inflammatory processes. Just getting rid of the fluid in a post-spay/post-surgical seroma is not going to get rid of any specific discomfort and definitely not a life-threatening problem, nor will it address the underlying issue (typically a combination of the body's reaction to the suture + excessive movement +/- infection).

[prosopopeya]

cat health update, as positive an outcome as possible

so her kidney levels (BUN and creatinin) are off the chart they’re so bad, literally. her urine gravity is bad, which tracks with the above. her kidneys are also apparently very small. by the numbers I think she’s lost 90% of her kidney function.

but, her blood pressure is okay. her potassium is creeping toward too low but is still in range so far. her phosphorus is also okay. these are things to keep an eye on. she has no problem eating and in fact with the appetite stimulant she is on (bc eating is crucial and she’s lost 7lbs) I feel like all she does is eat. she’s even eating the renal food so far okay.

we took her to a new vet today that tried more soothing approaches. she hated every second of it but allowed them to do things including show us how to do subcutaneous fluids at home. we’ll see how that goes long term. I need to acquire a supplement for her and we also need to give her two pouches of what looks like straight up soup every day to improve her water intake.

we did drug her for this appt, the first time using something called bonqat. I can’t say how much it helped at the appt but boy was she like a fun drunk when we got home. Like heyyyy what’s in here!!!!! And trying to GO OUT THE FRONT DOOR which is insane. she has now progressed to sleepy drunk which includes walking across my keyboard, something she hasn’t done in nearly 14 years bc she’s usually picky about what she walks on. Not now.

upsettingly she only had a few bites of her soupy food mixture before rejoining me on the couch where she is now face down passed out.

I am glad we took her to a new vet bc they did everything in the room with us and will strive to do that where possible in the future. I do think that helped her a LOT bc she didn’t pee or poop herself which she has so far every time the old vet would take her in the back. this place took their time to be gentle with her and had ocean sounds and feliway soaked things, and they brought the blood pressure machine into the room and let me try to smoosh her head into my hand to distract her while the tech tried to get a cuff around her leg (which was quite close to her mouth, an understandable danger zone).

we’re at that point where we had several travel plans set up and now I don’t know if we can do any of them. how can I leave her? she’s going to need food constantly, and kidney disease can just swoop in and take a cat whenever, or she could live another few years. she’s going to need subq fluid injection/infusions twice a week. she needs two medicines smeared in her ears every day.

here is the cat face down passed out.

[backside-into-the-heavenly]

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. Since they were starting to smell, however, brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women, and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it … hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof, resulting in the idiom, “It’s raining cats and dogs.”

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed, therefore, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, leading folks to coin the phrase “dirt poor.”

The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way, subsequently creating a “thresh hold.”

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while, and thus the rhyme, “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.”

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat.”

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the “upper crust.”

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up, creating the custom of holding a wake.

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were “piss poor.”

But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot; they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” & were the lowest of the low.

The next time you are washing your hands & complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive, so they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.

And that’s the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring?

[l3irdl3rain]

Arasha

Species: DSH Cat

Birthdate: 2012

Adopted: May 31, 2024

Arasha’s Tag: here

Arasha belonged to a client at the clinic I work at. Unfortunately she was getting bullied very bad by the other cats in the home. Her owner tried to work with them but it never improved. Arasha started urinating outside of the litter box because she was so stressed out Eventually Arasha ended up having to live in the guest bedroom to keep her from getting bullied and to keep the owner's furniture from getting peed on.

The client asked if we knew anybody who would take in an older cat with the potential of behavioral urination problems. I, being the fool I am, jumped at the chance.

Arasha actually ended up fitting into my house very well. She does sometimes get a little bossy with the other cats (which is probably why she had issues with her old housemates), but all my cats ignore her when she gets like that so nothing escalates.

[sparkylurkdragon]

Phoenix the cat update:

So the antibiotics didn't work. He very helpfully provided another stool sample this morning before I took him in for monitoring... still no yuckies in it.

They're now thinking he might have an inflammatory bowel disorder, especially since he's otherwise very healthy. We're going to try him on some steroids and see if that helps. If it does, he may need to be on them the rest of his life.

The Lurkdragon household continues to collect chronically ill critters, it seems! (Urist has a urine crystal problem, controlled with food, and I have MS.) I'll be picking him up in a couple of hours.