It's Friday here in Australia and it's been just over 48 hours since I came home from the oncologist, and since then I've been slowly getting back to my routine. Daddy talked to the oncologist yesterday and scheduled my first chemotherapy treatment for Tuesday afternoon, and even though he could have scheduled it right away for today, Daddy wanted me to have a few days to rest at home and enjoy my routine a little more before going back to that hospital AGAIN, and I'm glad he did 'cause it's taken me this long to feel like my normal self again.
On the night that I came home I was really wide awake after all that anesthesia and I caused my Daddy some anxiety when I woke him up at 5.00 a.m. and made him follow me around the house, 'cause first I led him to food dish with the hard kibble, and he gave me some fresh food, but I wouldn't eat it, and then I hopped into the bathtub next to the faucet and he let some water drip for me, but I sat there for three minutes and wouldn't drink, so then Daddy led me downstairs and gave me a wet kibble snack, but I looked at it and wouldn't eat it, and then finally I walked into the living room and showed Daddy the big spot on the floor where I had thrown up and the little spot where I threw up only a little, and Daddy wiped it all up, but he still didn't know what I wanted, so he led me upstairs again, and I hopped into the bathtub, and Daddy let the water drip, but I still wouldn't drink, and he sat there and watched me for five whole minutes while I refused to drink, and finally Daddy led me downstairs again and opened a fresh new can of kibble and I did eat a little bit of that because it was nice and fresh. But Daddy was worried about me because I still hadn't pooed in my litter box even after being home for several hours and having a big dinner; and even after eating this fresh food, I didn't poo. And after a little while I came upstairs and hopped onto Daddy's bed and Daddy gave me a body rub all over and eventually he went back to sleep and I slept at his side for a little while, and when he woke up he found me in the front room in my kitty tree curled up on top, like this:
And Daddy and Uncle Kevin had to leave really early for work, and I ate a little more wet food as they were stepping out the door, but Daddy got worried about me again so he came back to check on me, but I was fine, and he watched me sleep in my kitty tree for another half hour. And I woke up when Uncle Kevin came home after midday and we kept each other company during the afternoon. And when Daddy came home in the evening I ate some more, but I still hadn't pooed. So I spent the evening on my green pillow in the living room and spent some time on the Kevin pillow and tried to get my groove back with my routine.
And this morning I woke up for breakfast then took a morning nap in my basket by the window where the birdies feed while Uncle Kevin worked at his computer, and it felt good:
But I still didn't poo, and it wasn't until 2:30 today--almost 48 hours after I had anesthesia in the hospital--that I finally made a big poo in my litter box, and Uncle Kevin was so happy! And then Daddy came home from work early to see how I was, and he gave me some early dinner, and when I had finished licking my lips I jumped into Kevin's office chair and sat like this:
And Uncle Kevin didn't want to disturb me so he brought Daddy's office chair down from upstairs and sat on that, so he wouldn't have to move me. And Daddy joked that I was re-establishing my dominance over the household, and I said, "What do you mean 're-establishing'? I never lost my dominance over this household! I have always been and always will be the master of this home." And Daddy admitted that I was right.
And I want to thank SO MUCH all the animals and friends from all over the world who sent comments to my blog, so my heartfelt thanks go to Keiko, Kenji & Pricilla (in Adelaide); kittens Fui, Suey and Lishy (in Sydney); Julie and Poppy Q (across the Tasman in New Zealand); Kim with Annie, Nicki, Derry, and "angel" Chumley (Canada); Felix, Kona Kitty, Tiny Johnson, The Baby, Maui, Rupert, Sweet Pea, May Ling, Grayce, Scouty, CC, Salem, and their Mom from the Katnip Lounge (USA); the puppy Suja (also in the USA); Whicky Wuudler and his mates, and Ginger Jasper (all in the U.K.); KC, Missy Blue Eyes, Faith Boomerang, Sol, Smokey, BJ, and their Mom ML (Texas); Rusty, Cyndi, Crystal, Cameron, Cotton, Percy, Merci, Buddy & Samaritan (at Jan’s Funny Farm in Georgia); Junior and Orion (Utah); The Island Cats (Michigan); Zippy, Sadie and Speedy (Wisconsin); puppies Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara (Kansas); Artemisia, Fenris, Socks & Scylla; Cat Mandu; Sparkle the Designer Cat; 'Kaika and the Yosemite cats; and The Cats of Wildcat Woods; and thanks to everyone else I might have missed; and a very special meow of thanks to Huffle Mawson here in Melbourne, who told readers of her blog to visit mine, and who suggested that I ask for ham. The thoughts and purrs of all of you are very helpful and encouraging (especially for my humans) during this time. All of us in my household appreciate it very much.
As I'm writing this, Daddy is cooking a potato-cheese bake in the oven and the smell is driving me crazy! So I might ask for cheese instead of ham.