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So...yesterday, I got a message from Dr. Lon about TomTom's biopsy results. No cancer. Repeat: NO CANCER!! This is, instead, some severe intestinal inflammation. One hell of a case of irritable bowel. Actually, beyond irritable and is just plain conservative cranky. But...NO CANCER! My little boy is gonna have a few more years, at least! This may be annoying as hell right now, but, it's treatable. And since TomTom's other labwork shows him to be in otherwise excellent health, he's kind of like the Patrick Stewart of cats: old, but fit, active, intelligent, and in general awesome.
I think his leaky butt is getting better, though, he kind of hides under the bed. See... TomTom is a very conscientious cat. We have baskets of cat toys throughout the house, and when TomTom is done with a toy, he'll put it back in the basket (assuming he hasn't lost it under a piece of furniture, of course). We've never had a litter box problem with him. He's just always been a very good cat with respect to all of that. So, with his butt leaking here and there, well, that seems to be upsetting to him, despite my reassurances that the towels and such I have out for him can be cleaned up. But then, the floor is cleanable, and is cleaned on a nightly basis right now. It's all good. I just don;t want him stressing out about this when I need him to just worry about recovering and getting better.
Though, I should perhaps take my own advice. I woke up around 4:30 this morning with an unhappy esophagus. I figure the change in weather - muggy 97 degrees in the afternoon, then raining and cooling to 70 degrees in a matter of hours - gave me some stomach cramping and bad weather in my own upper GI tract. TomTom must have heard me trying to get comfortable and he climbed up onto the bed to sit next to my head, touch my hand with his paw, and purr. I figured if a sick cat went out of his way to offer me comfort, then I was probably in need of some meds and care myself, so, I took some meds, called out of work, and went back to bed and slept until almost one this afternoon. Feeling better now. Not quite 100%, but, getting there. Trying to get a few things done around the house as well. Eh, we'll see.
I am very, very grateful that medical and veterinary science have advanced to where my kitty will recover, that I have already had him for 15 amazing years, and will hopefully have him for a few more years yet.
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I think his leaky butt is getting better, though, he kind of hides under the bed. See... TomTom is a very conscientious cat. We have baskets of cat toys throughout the house, and when TomTom is done with a toy, he'll put it back in the basket (assuming he hasn't lost it under a piece of furniture, of course). We've never had a litter box problem with him. He's just always been a very good cat with respect to all of that. So, with his butt leaking here and there, well, that seems to be upsetting to him, despite my reassurances that the towels and such I have out for him can be cleaned up. But then, the floor is cleanable, and is cleaned on a nightly basis right now. It's all good. I just don;t want him stressing out about this when I need him to just worry about recovering and getting better.
Though, I should perhaps take my own advice. I woke up around 4:30 this morning with an unhappy esophagus. I figure the change in weather - muggy 97 degrees in the afternoon, then raining and cooling to 70 degrees in a matter of hours - gave me some stomach cramping and bad weather in my own upper GI tract. TomTom must have heard me trying to get comfortable and he climbed up onto the bed to sit next to my head, touch my hand with his paw, and purr. I figured if a sick cat went out of his way to offer me comfort, then I was probably in need of some meds and care myself, so, I took some meds, called out of work, and went back to bed and slept until almost one this afternoon. Feeling better now. Not quite 100%, but, getting there. Trying to get a few things done around the house as well. Eh, we'll see.
I am very, very grateful that medical and veterinary science have advanced to where my kitty will recover, that I have already had him for 15 amazing years, and will hopefully have him for a few more years yet.
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