First Walk of Spring

Well, technically it's not spring yet.  Not for another 12 days, but it's sunny and warmer than it has been in quite a while.  We actually hit 65 degrees today, folks.  Not a record by any stretch of the imagination.  By this time of year we've usually had a day or two that pushes the 80-degree mark.  Sometimes it pushes right past like birds returning from their winter retreat.

Today wasn't like that, but pleasant just the same.  The birds were singing, lots of birds, all different kinds, everywhere.  It was like a feathered chorus celebrating the birth of a new season.  I noticed as I walked the smell of Spring was in the air.  Funny, though there are no visible signs.  There are no daffodils or tree blossoms, no forsythia which is usually at least peeking out, if not in full bloom.  The maples aren't even showing any color.  I'd say we are definitely behind in getting our Spring on.  Or maybe it just seems so since we've had such a long and consistently cold winter.  I can't remember one like this in at least a decade.

The first crocus!                         

As I walked, I was alone with my thoughts.  I was thinking how nice it was to get out again, that maybe I can walk away a few pounds, and at the same time planning my dinner and taking mental notes for his post.  

I could see that some things have changed, and folks are finally getting out in their yards again.  Someone had cut down a bunch of bamboo, and it was piled out by the street to be hauled away.  Bamboo is an interesting tree (actually from the grass family).  It grows and spreads wickedly fast to form dense forests you can't begin to see through.  When the wind blows through the bamboo it is like an eerily strange instrument playing in the distance.

The next casualty was the passing of a grand old weeping willow.  It's now no more than a stump and branches cast aside awaiting pickup by the branch guy, much like the bamboo.  Sad.  That tree held court on the corner for many years, greeting all passers by with a gentle wave of her drooping limbs.

Still, Spring is in the air, and we are all ready to welcome her with open arms.

Quote of the Week

I remember, I remember

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn;

He never came a wink to soon

Nor brought too long a day;

But now, I often wish the night 

Had borne my breath away.

- Thomas Hood

Our quote this week is the first verse of one of my Mother's favorite poems.  I copied this from "The Golden Treasury of Poetry" that was given to me by Ashley's Grandmother for Christmas, December 25, 1967.

Good News!

I just have to shout this from the roof top.  When we took Rosie in for another blood sugar check, it was an amazing 115.  This is absolutely normal.  Our vet was surprised, amazed, for lack of a better word.  He's cured.  Now really there's no cure for diabetes, but it does reverse itself sometimes in cats.  In his case, I think he was diabetic for a period of time, and we caught onto it at the tail end of its cycle. We (and he)  just got lucky.  I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  Now we can try and get him back onto regular cat food.  No small feat since canned cat food is addictive for him.  Off to get more kibble that he'll actually eat. 

"Mrrroowwoo!  Want more mushy stuff, mama."

Wish us luck!

Gone to the Cats

More adorable cat pictures.  I'm shameless!

 Wanna bath?  Who me?

  My boy Rosie and his buddy Dood

 Ah, it's just my size

Mama's Boy

Last Saturday, we took our cat, Rosie, back to the vet to have his sugar level rechecked (this was part one of the birthday day). Thankfully it was much lower than before, about 260 points lower, but that doesn't mean his condition has reversed or that he won't require shots.  We are simply getting some data to proceed with. 

Next up was a trip to the Bo (BoJangles for the uninitiated) for some lunch.  It would have been breakfast except for the cat thing.  We stopped by the car dealer for a stroll around the lot in the wind.  The lot is on a hill and the wind cuts across it like a knife through butter.  Nada.  

On to Wal-Mart for more Fancy Feast for the fussy feline, and a diabetes testing kit and strips.  I guess it's official now.  Face the facts, you're little boy's diabetic, at least for now. In treating diabetic cats, the key is  partly in what you feed them.  The lower the sugar and carbs and higher the fiber the better.  Certain varieties of Fancy Feast canned food were recommended by our vet and also by some on-line sources.  This has had an unfortunate result.  Rosie wasn't crazy about the new "diet kibble" we got.  You know, that high dollar prescription stuff that you can only get from your vet.   Well, when you combined his obvious distaste for that with the yummy new "treat" food, you get one fabulously fussy feline.  All three cats are used to free feeding, which, in fact, is good for the diabetic cat as it helps keep their sugar level on an even keel.  However, free feeders graze throughout the day versus eating regular meals, and canned cat food does not lend itself to this method.  Now Rosie wants the "good stuff" whenever he gets the urge to graze.  What to do?  That's one of the questions we're trying to figure out.  

The other problem is using the glucometer to do the blood sugar test on his poor little ear.  I suspect that it hurts me more than it does him.  Our first attempt drew nothing to test with, and only served to traumatize him.  He was beginning to tremble like when he goes to the vet.  After all, he'd just had this done the day before.  

This is new to all of us, and we're just muddling through the best we can.  Our vet recommended we get a glucometer especially for cats for, oh, around $175.  I  did a little on-line research and discovered nearly everyone uses regular "human" glucometers.  We took advice from someone who has worked with diabetic cats both personally and professionally, as well as humans, and got a $12 one from Wal-Mart.  I expect that will be just fine, especially if we actually get a sample to work with.

Anyone have experience with diabetic cats?