Category Archives: Pets

Musings from the Laundromat: Storms, Rainbows and Rabbits edition

It’s dark outside.  Thunder is rumbling.  I’m sitting quietly at my table in the laundromat with much on my mind.

We’ll begin at the beginning.

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It has been raining on and off since Friday.  Yesterday there was a break in the weather and I was sitting outside on the phone.

Then I spotted something in the dirt, outside the gate, by the road.  Two somethings.

Squirming, small and mole like.  I like moles.  I thought I’d grab my camera and see if I could zoom in to figure out what they were.

Didn’t get much information out of that plan, so I walked over to them.

“Oh, mom … I have to go!  I’ll call you back.”

This is what my camera picked up next.

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A tiny, newborn rabbit.

Two of them were flopping blindly in the rocks.

I looked around for the mother …

I looked around for a warren.  Some sort of home they may have come from.

There was NO WAY these two made it any great distance – unable to walk or see.

I spoke to my mom again – unsure what to do, but certain I had to do something!

We have a lot of feral cats in our neighborhood – being a rural location.

Also the skies were threatening to open back up again and would surely soak these tiny creatures.

We decided I would put them in a box and keep them warm.  I grabbed a t-shirt and padded the box.  Placed them gently inside and put the box near a location I’d seen ‘crumples’ (named for its ‘crumply’ ear) and another rabbit friend spending a lot of time.

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I then placed baby carrots all around the box, went inside and waited.

No bunny came.

I finally made the decision, that they couldn’t just stay outside in the box all night.  If one cried out, a cat would be sure to find them.

So inside with me they went.

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What to do next?  They must be hungry.

After watching a video on YouTube, I threw on some shoes and in my pajamas, headed out to the nearest store.

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I scooped the less feisty one up first, held it securely, but sweetly and nursed.

I wish I had photos of that for you … But I clearly had my hands full.

They both took in several drops.

This is them after their meal.

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All tucked in for the night.

They slept in my bathroom high enough so that should one squeak, Butters wouldn’t be able to investigate with any success.

Then I was tucked in … And hoping they made it through the night.

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This morning I got up early.  Held my breath and peered inside the box.

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Alive and well!

I don’t know why I didn’t think of it last night, but I donned my fluffy robe and prepared their breakfast.

Holding each against the fluff seemed to comfort them.  They didn’t eat as much this morning, but the feisty one cried out between drops and what it lacked in size it more than made up for with volume! 🙂

Baby rabbits do an amazing impersonation of a squeaky toy.  A LOUD squeaky toy.

They also look very much like otters from the front! LOL!

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Breakfast finished, back in the box.

Here’s some more pictures:

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I hated to leave them to do laundry – but they’re ok.

They’ll get another meal when I get back and my mom used her animal network to find me someone local who will take them and care for them.

I did go back outside this morning to see if any bunny was searching …

All I spotted was this.

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I think it’s a good omen.

I think my foster babies are going to be just fine.

 

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Musings from the Laundromat: Tracks and Crumples and Butters edition.

Tracks!  Tracks in my yard.  The two doves that spend a lot of time in my neck of the desert seem to have nested nearby because I see them daily now.

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Here’s one to refresh your memory:

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There’s a few other creatures sticking close to my home – one of which I have lovingly named ‘Crumple Bunny’ which has morphed to ‘Crumples’ already.

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It’s little left ear is in constant flop – or – crumpled mode.  I’m not sure if it was born this way, or has been injured.  I’ve started leaving baby carrots around the area for Crumples and his able eared friend.

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A closer shot.  It isn’t caged by the way – I took this from my porch, the rabbit was in my neighbor’s yard behind the fence.

Or – my EX neighbor’s I should say!

YES! They finally left!!!!

They also left, 3 tires, an old car, a broken shed full of gawd only knows what – a mattress, toys – and various other items. *sigh*

I didn’t expect less of them.

Back to animals – and speaking of little left things …

Butters has been stepping gingerly on her left hind foot.

I investigated as much as I could considering:

A) She doesn’t like to be prodded or examined – doubly so when there’s something to actually examine.

B) I am not a vet.

I can’t find anything in her paw or pads – but she had been nibbling furiously on the foot attached to said leg for some time.  I thought she needed a bath – but that didn’t fix the problem.

Then she seemed fine.

I should also mention I switched her food to a more expensive “joint care” one after her last limpy period.

(This happened last year and the vet had suggested it could be arthritis since the anti-inflammatory’s she was prescribed with seemed to give her back her usual gait.)

I then noticed she wasn’t – um – ‘Answering natures call’ on a regular basis.  Also noticed her food bowl was left for meals at a time untouched.

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I (again, with all my veterinary training) just assumed since her foot/leg was bothering her, perhaps she just didn’t feel like eating.

Yesterday I thought I’d buy her old food and give that a shot.

I had barely put a scoop in her bowl and she dove in head first!

Kibble was flying – the bowl was clinking and … I felt like the worst dog mom on the planet.

She freaking HATED the ‘better’ food!

Poor thing has been hungry!  No wonder she hadn’t used the yard, she had nothing to give it!

I swear she gave me dirty looks all day yesterday after that.  At one point she lay on the couch opposite mine with my son – I could feel her looking at me, but when I returned eye contact, she turned her head.

She was probably thinking, “Really?  REALLY mom?  It took you a bag of food to realize I only ate it when I was flipping starving and wondered why I wasn’t going potty??!”

Sufficiently shamed.

She is now giving what little attention I deserve as she works on forgiving me.

As for her leg – I guess it’s back to the vet with us.

THAT will be an adventure.  And when I say ‘adventure’ I mean a drama packed, hyperventilation filled 5 minute drive followed by self asphyxiation by leash in a waiting room.  And that’s just me!  😉

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Teeth, Pets and stuff

Why I hate being here

Because my mom isn’t right now!!!

Why I hate cats!

I don’t … But OH my GOD! They are so needy!

What the actual post is about … Loving TINY and a broken tooth.

Freaking Cats.

And how they have affected me.

Oh, let’s add ‘the dog’ and how I now experience the ‘in out, in out’ thingy that dog people do.

I HAVE a dog.  She doesn’t do this – she also doesn’t cuddle, so I think I have a backfired dog that I love anyway lol.

SO!

I’m house sitting.

First 20 minutes I’m here – I break a tooth, no joke.

Left a message with my dentist and I’m PISSED! Because I JUST paid my credit card off and actually put money into savings!!!!!!!!

Oh well.

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It takes a while.

Even when they’ve met you, they meet you all over again (the feral turned domestic ones.  I actually had the ‘biter’ NOT bite me tonight!)

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As for my Tiny Dancer … She is skin and bones.

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I played this … Because she likes it when I sing it to her …

But, she didn’t like the ‘me not singing it’ version. 😦

I’m just so sad right now you guys.

Sad because the pets are sad.

Sad because my mum is sad.

Sad because my Nannie – who I love so much – is passing.

But!  Glad my dad got a night off. Glad I could step up and step in.

Glad I could be here and that my son will be taking a turn.

THIS is what life is about.

And loving those who are still here – and doing all we can.

But it’s creepy too – because people you think WILL be there tomorrow maybe will not be – so appreciate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Going to sleep, with my broken tooth, my broken heart and my hopefulness.

 

 

If you don’t see a post from me after this one … prime suspect is small & grey

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I slept on the downstairs couch last night with a dog at my feet and a cat on my back (literally).  I haven’t seen a human since Friday.  One more night then I get to return to my little home.

It’s funny isn’t it?  How quickly we miss our routine – our space and obviously our loved ones.

Why did I sleep on the couch?   I was a little concerned that if I was too comfortable, I’d not hear my alarm.  There’s an hour time difference between where I’m staying and where I work.  I had to be up at O’Dark Thirty.

Another reason?  The home is big and to be honest, I didn’t want to be upstairs in a bedroom and hear something creak or move in the night.  lol.  I figure if a serial killer was to enter the house, I’d be able to leap off the couch and to the closest weapon dispensary (the kitchen) if I stayed downstairs.

Turns out it would have been a little tough ‘leaping’ though as I was pinned down most of the night by Plucky.  She’s … um, I’m trying to find a kind way to describe an overly affectionate, needy, clueless cat.  She just will not take a hint.  And as much as I adore her – I woke several times to her either a) on my bladder or b) with her nose on my lips as she perched on my chest.  Thus why I turned onto my stomach to sleep.

 

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The other felines are pretty relaxed.

But there’s the constant threat of one of them getting out.  I lost TWO cats over the weekend.  First time was Foo and it took FOREVER outside shaking the treat container to get him back inside.  Lost him again the next day, but only briefly.  And then Plucky.  *sigh*

You see, Meesha, the pup, can open the screen door from the outside and god forbid I’ve gone to use the bathroom or in another part of the house when she decides to let herself back in.  I found the screen open twice yesterday and had to do a frantic head count.

It’s a dance.  The whole operation of the home is a choreographed dance.

And you’d better know all the moves – even if you’re sleep deprived from a night of attempted smothering.

 

Musings from the Laundromat: Limping Manatee and a Surrogate Angel edition

Laundry lady has bronchitis – but is here anyway.   It is SO humid inside this building today.  I feel like I’m breathing in water.  That can’t be good for bronchitis right?  Or is it the opposite?   I can’t remember and I’m the Queen of Bronchitis.

Outside it’s grey and cold.  I debated putting off the trip when I woke shivering this morning.

I had slept fitfully.  Tossing and turning and looking at the clock.

I had arranged for a friend to take my mum some lunch and a smile from me.   A surrogate to bring a little sunshine to what is a dreary routine day for my vigilant and loving mum.

Every time I woke, I looked at the clock trying in my sleepy state to do the math to figure out what time it was in England.  Felt like a bittersweet Christmas Eve.

THANK YOU to that friend by the way.  I think I can use her first name without her minding.  Theresa and I went to primary school together.  And, she just happens to be married to the brother of my first love.  Crazy how things turn out eh?

So now I’m here.  I decided it wasn’t going to get any warmer from the looks of it and would be nice to get everything done and relax for the remainder of my last day off.

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In other news, Butters, the cowardly manatee, injured herself.

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She started having difficulties getting around about a week and a half ago?  I thought perhaps it was the shift in the weather.  It’s been cold, windy and rainy in our desert.  On some days colder than the East Coast!  I did the math, realized we’ve had the pleasure of her company for almost 5 years and she was certainly no pup when she found us.

But then she started to noticeably limp.

I checked her legs – she didn’t cry out.

Checked her paws and pads for those evil rams heads that inevitably find our feet at least once a week.

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Nope.  Nothing.

Then I had a small panic.

I couldn’t afford to take her to the vet – and lamented this on Facebook.

Someone mentioned ‘Care Credit’ which I applied for the very next day and qualified for.  Made an appointment and yesterday afternoon we were off to the vet.

I make that sound pretty smooth right?

Um – no.

Butters on leash, realized we were exiting ‘the gate’ AND we were headed to the car and proceeded to  freak OUT.

I got her in the back seat then she upped her freak out a notch.  Her excitement had me blocking the back seat with part of my arm whilst trying to change gears with the same arm.   (Well, the hand attached to the same arm – you know what I mean.)  So, I’m elbowing the divide between us and making cooing sounds until we arrived.

Now she realizes where she is and is immediately overcome with sensory overload.

Hyperventilating began.  As did excited shaking.  And wind passing.  And panting.  And it was 20 minutes of this fun mode until we were put into a room.

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For some reason, she also managed to shed more???  I kid you not, there was hair EVERYWHERE.  I kept petting her, it kept coming.  I mean, she worked herself up so much she was losing her hair. Lol.

At this point, I’m thinking the vet is going to assume I brought her in for an exorcism.

She was a trooper for the staff.  (Okay, I did have to get on the scale with her to get her weight, but other than that and trying to sit on the thermometer while inserted, she did very well.)

The vet examined the offending leg.  OH! I should point out that the vet only knew which leg to examine after watching videos of her limping that I had taken the night before.

Because, the minute we got there, guess who was no longer limping?   Ding! Ding! Ding!  You win.

Yup, Butters, in her adrenaline pumped state – suddenly had no signs of an issue.  Other than mental.

Her range of motion was amazing (better than mine actually) – and other than a few joint pops as the vet pulled and bent and prodded, he concluded she had just over extended or sprained the leg.  (Not surprising since she thinks she’s super dog every time she fly’s off the porch in pursuit of a rabbit or car.)

She has  anti-inflmmatories to take and is meant to chill out for 6 days.

Didn’t end up having to use the Care Credit as no X-Ray was taken.  If she isn’t improving in the coming week though, that’s the next step.

So it’s been quite a week.

Nic and I spent the rest of the evening gorging ourselves on Chinese food (courtesy of a gift certificate I received for Christmas) and watching a movie together.

Butters limped around the house as if nothing note worthy had happened that day.

Which is good, because I think she’s right pawed, and it would be difficult to write in her little diary if she had thought it worth noting.