I am finally feeling better, and have taken up some new hobbies! They include, but are not limited to: climbing the curtains, ambush leg attacks, waking up at 3am, and playing in the litter box. I have included some pictures, enjoy!
Burt here. The original title for this post was "Holy SH*T," but I don't like to work blue. Olaf is about 80% recovered and I have to say that a Feline URI is not always just a "kitty cold" as it is so often described. Some cases are more like the Plague, genetically spliced with the Ebola virus and some TB thrown in for good measure. "Kitty cold" sounds cute and brings to mind images of a kitten with a box of Kleenex, sipping hot tea. Olaf's "cold" was four trips to the vet (plus one house call), three different antibiotics, four days of around the clock force feedings, and five days of SQ fluids. This doesn't include all the injections and pills at the vet's office. One good thing to come out of this is that I feel totally bonded to this cat, and saving a kitten who probably wouldn't have made it otherwise kinda helps complete the cycle, somehow in the grand scheme, it seems to help make up for the cat that just couldn't be saved. I have to give special thanks to Dr. Jepson, without her, Olaf defiantly would not have made it. She want above and beyond the call of duty!
Mortimer was a middle aged black cat with a heart problem. He was adopted later in his life by his two gays that he affectionately called Bert and Ernie. May 19 2009, Mortimer's heart condition worsened and he eventually passed, leaving this space to the next generation.