First things first: Bill came through his surgery just fine. The vet just did the left knee because he didn’t think the right one needed it. Bill will go home this afternoon and then has to be confined for six weeks so his leg can heal properly.
Now everyone send prayers and thoughts to Ann, because I swear it’s worse to be nurse than the patient in these cases!
Robyn…I know you have a lot of experience with testing of FeLV with your fosters…I found a kitty in our garden (eating twigs and leaves last week) she was quickly moved into the laundry room(away from our other 2 cats) and is doing well, resting playing, being affectionate. Today she was micro-chipped and received shots and the testing for FeLV came back as a “slight positive” (from our local Humane Society). From your experience have you seen any of your fosters with that result and at a later date (with other testing) come back as a negative? I plan to take her to the vet in a couple of weeks for secondary testing.
Any insight you can provide, from your personal experience, would be greatly appreciated.
I have actually not had any of my fosters come back positive for FeLV, but I’ve heard of people who’ve had cats initially test positive for FeLV and then ultimately come back negative. (Amy, wasn’t Tabitha FeLV positive at first?) Anyone who’s had experience, please share in the comments!
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
“Places to go, scratch to eat, outta my way!”
Toasty the rooster, eyeballing his wimminfolk.
Apparently the ducks have a whole routine in the afternoon. When they hear Fred come into the back forty, they waddle up to the front where the coop is, and then they accompany him to the pond, where he tosses scratch in the water, and they eat it. Spoiled rotten ducks, is what they are.
The pups with their rawhide bones.
Sweet Gracie.
“Come ON! We wants our scratch!”
The view from the pond, toward the house.
I’m so glad they’re finally spending a lot of time out at the pond. It only took a year!
::thlurrp::
After a rousing round of “Gracie! Graaaacie! Over here, Gracie! Look at me!”, Gracie stood up, grabbed her bone, and stomped away from me.
Leaving George to ignore me all by himself.
I tossed a few stale bagel halves to the chickens. This is what chickens do – one of them picks up the bagel half and runs off with it.
But chickens are, perhaps, not the brainiest animals in the barn yard. As they’re running around with food in their mouth, they are also screaming “I HAVE FOOD I HAVE FOOD THERE IS FOOD IN MY MOUTH AND I AM GOING TO GO RIGHT OVER HERE AND EAT IT! THIS FOOD! THAT IS IN MY MOUTH!”
Which gets the attention of other chickens, who come over and are all “Whatcha got there?”
“Oh, nothing! Why, who said I had something?”
“What… is that a blueberry bagel? Stale, like I like it?”
“Bagel? No! There’s no bagel here!”
“But, you were yelling that you had food, and I see a bagel right there…”
“Nope, no bagel here, blueberry or otherwise!”
Miz Poo loves to sit and look out the window. She also likes to sneeze on the window. She gives and gives, that girl.
Something appears to have annoyed the Poo.
Miz Poo in the Kat Kabin.
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Previously
2011: Opie’s the kitten most likely to bite your big toe.
2010: “Lady, hey. Lady. LADY! Pet me?”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Merry’s got the crazy eyes going on.
2005: No entry.