Friends and Enemies

Let me begin with an update that will keep me calm:  My boy Thunder has been diagnosed with a mass on his bladder, most likely cancer.  Waiting for the doc to call me today to discuss medications that can slow the progression a bit.  His urine has had blood in it for while now, and he has his little accidents on hard surfaces (luckily!  easier to clean!) in the house during day when not there, and at night when sleeping (not him, me).  Otherwise, he is still as happy as a clam, very playful, loves his walkies, eats like a horse, and drinks like a fish (do fish actually drink?).  I find myself paying more attention to him, greeting him with a longer scratch and rub when he comes to the door, wagging his tail, when I walk through it after work.  I have always only given him one cup of dry food and half a can of wet once a day since I've had him.  I now want to give him more.  I wonder if that would be ok.  Maybe I will ask the vet that when I speak to him, along with 'how long he has left'.  I wonder if veterinarians can answer that like a medical doctor can for a human with cancer.


My boy Scooter is still lethargic and not doing anything but sleeping, but I have managed to give him water with a syringe, and I plop wet food in front of him and he has managed to eat more than half of it, daily.  Same with my Cosmo.  He lost four pounds in the past two weeks, he is skin, bones, and belly fat below.  He moves around, eats a tiny bit and drinks a tiny bit.  I am also giving him a dental antibiotic which was prescribed on Saturday when I took him to the vet, along with Sugar, because of the odor coming from Cosmos' mouth.  No sign of decay on teeth, but prescribed it anyway.  Sugar is doing better with ear drops, and was given an injection of antibiotic to treat URI.  I continue to treat Jack, Barney and Smokey with Doxy for their URI's and they seem to be getting better.  Its a sickly house, but a happy one.  Mike is doing well - I picked him back up from Brad's house on Saturday after learning he has FIV - I couldn't burden Brad with him, and Mike loves his 'family', until I can find him a new one of course!  Speaking of which, still working on my camera issue, and as soon as that is worked out, I will have some pictures for you.

Here are Taffy's kittens, a pregnant mama I rescued and Linda was kind enough to foster her, and when Taffy had her babies, the kittens were offered a spot at a no-kill shelter, Pet Pride of New York, to be adopted out into great homes, which they are going to today.  I know this was hard for Linda to do, we get so attached to these animals.  Thank you Linda! 

Last evening I released the four cats that were trapped yesterday - one girl that was already spayed, and three boys.


Now, I haven't had an enemy since 1994 - and I found another job because of that, and before that it was in high school.  I was the new girl and another girl didn't like me because the boys were paying more attention to me than her.  She wanted to beat me up, and attempted to.  I am not good at conflict with people, girls especially.  Girls that hold grudges are the most evil of all.  I cannot fight, and I cry when I have conflict with someone.  I am a baby through and through.  I am the first person to say I am sorry, and I am the first person to keep trying to win someone's friendship.  We all want to be liked, I think. Some people are just mean spirited, and there is nothing I can do to change that.  I have to accept that.  With me, there is conflict with someone who is trying to help a situation I am involved in, this person is not trying to help me, which is fine, the only reason this person is involved in my life right now it to help out the situation.  With the Lollipop TNR project, communication with me from the get go was terrible.  This morning I was told I have no say in future trappings.  I was told to do my own trapping because the location I suggested has been 'eliminated' from the roster due to the owner of this gutted house who happened to come by once in a year, and told me to get my stuff out (the shelter for five or so cats), but one that I have since continued to feed because these poor animals aren't just going to move somewhere else.  They still need to be fed, and they still need to be neutered.  These cats are my territory, my babies, I am the one who has fed them every single day for years, sheltered them through harsh weather, and rescued so so many.  I was also told I don't know how to trap.  I am biting my tongue for today, and that is all I will say, for now.  But I do cherish the few true friends I have, and the many many wonderful acquaintences I've made, especially in the animal world. 

"Life is like a coin.  You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once."