Well, the last Saturday in January, which was also the last day in January,
JJ and I went for a checkup with Dr G, Just to see how the lymphoma was
doing. The appointment was for 8 am in the morning, ( I say it like that,
cuz for me to get up early enough to get dressed and wake up, and
assemble the ferret in his carrier to get there on time, not to mention
dispense morning soup all around, I have to get up WAY earlier than
I want to on a Saturday! Thus the double emphasis). To continue, we
got there in good style, even having enough time for me to get a DD
coffee. 8 am is like the first appointment slot, and we actually got there
10 minutes early, so we had to hang out and listen to the radio a bit.
We went inside and they put us in a room to await the doctor, I let JJ
out for some quality exploring time, a ferret can not go to a different
room and not check out every corner, and also go to the bathroom in
one or two. We played a bit too, by the time the doctor got there, JJ was
pretty wound up and ready to go. Some poking and prodding later, JJ was
declared in remarkably good shape for a senior citizen, and surprisingly
energetic! ( I failed to mention to him that I had wound JJ up, but that's
ok ). The tumor on his next was soft and a little smaller, his weight was
about the same as last time we were there, so all in all things look good,
JJ should be able to make the trip to the Children's Museum in May.
About 5 years ago, Alicia at ferretwise gave me an old kitten playhouse
to clean and fix up for my ferrets. I promptly brought it home and put it
in the basement with the well meaning intention of fixing it up right away.
Well, last week I finally got it done! I cleaned it up, put new rug in it, and
made a ramp so the kids could access the second floor. Better late than
never I guess. They love it of course, I put a big fleece blanket, one of
JJ's secret Santa gifts, thank you secret santa! You know who you are.
They spend alot of time in there. LizBeth likes it best. I can always find
her napping in there.
I will now digress from ferrets to a fun cat story. My almost 5 year old
mackeral stripe tabby cat, Igor, ( pronounced eye-gore ), had himself
a little adventure a couple of weekends ago. It was during a pretty cold
snap of weather, I think it was like 5 degrees out at the time. I had gone
down to the basement to put some wood on the fire, and he ran down
the stairs between my legs, it has to be between my legs otherwise he
won't almost trip me up. It's a game he plays. Igor is an indoor cat, too
many things around my house that would take him for a snack, coyotes,
fisher cats and the like. He is always a little curious about what is on the
other side of the door, but has never made a break for it. I went out and
got some wood, and came back in. Stoked up the wood stove and went
back upstairs for coffee. About a half hour later I went down to get
something and I heard him meowing. This is no big deal, he is a very
talkative kitty, but I couldn't find him. It almost sounded like he was in
the wall. I went back upstairs thinking he might have got into the
bathroom closet, no dice. I went back downstairs and could still hear
his muffled meow. I went to the door and opened it and looked out in
the direction I heard the meowing from. There was my little bundle of
joy sitting in the snow in the 5 dgree weather. I asked, "Did we learn a
lesson today?". I went out and he let me pick him up and bring him in.
He stayed away from the door for a few days after that.
JJ and I went for a checkup with Dr G, Just to see how the lymphoma was
doing. The appointment was for 8 am in the morning, ( I say it like that,
cuz for me to get up early enough to get dressed and wake up, and
assemble the ferret in his carrier to get there on time, not to mention
dispense morning soup all around, I have to get up WAY earlier than
I want to on a Saturday! Thus the double emphasis). To continue, we
got there in good style, even having enough time for me to get a DD
coffee. 8 am is like the first appointment slot, and we actually got there
10 minutes early, so we had to hang out and listen to the radio a bit.
We went inside and they put us in a room to await the doctor, I let JJ
out for some quality exploring time, a ferret can not go to a different
room and not check out every corner, and also go to the bathroom in
one or two. We played a bit too, by the time the doctor got there, JJ was
pretty wound up and ready to go. Some poking and prodding later, JJ was
declared in remarkably good shape for a senior citizen, and surprisingly
energetic! ( I failed to mention to him that I had wound JJ up, but that's
ok ). The tumor on his next was soft and a little smaller, his weight was
about the same as last time we were there, so all in all things look good,
JJ should be able to make the trip to the Children's Museum in May.
About 5 years ago, Alicia at ferretwise gave me an old kitten playhouse
to clean and fix up for my ferrets. I promptly brought it home and put it
in the basement with the well meaning intention of fixing it up right away.
Well, last week I finally got it done! I cleaned it up, put new rug in it, and
made a ramp so the kids could access the second floor. Better late than
never I guess. They love it of course, I put a big fleece blanket, one of
JJ's secret Santa gifts, thank you secret santa! You know who you are.
They spend alot of time in there. LizBeth likes it best. I can always find
her napping in there.
I will now digress from ferrets to a fun cat story. My almost 5 year old
mackeral stripe tabby cat, Igor, ( pronounced eye-gore ), had himself
a little adventure a couple of weekends ago. It was during a pretty cold
snap of weather, I think it was like 5 degrees out at the time. I had gone
down to the basement to put some wood on the fire, and he ran down
the stairs between my legs, it has to be between my legs otherwise he
won't almost trip me up. It's a game he plays. Igor is an indoor cat, too
many things around my house that would take him for a snack, coyotes,
fisher cats and the like. He is always a little curious about what is on the
other side of the door, but has never made a break for it. I went out and
got some wood, and came back in. Stoked up the wood stove and went
back upstairs for coffee. About a half hour later I went down to get
something and I heard him meowing. This is no big deal, he is a very
talkative kitty, but I couldn't find him. It almost sounded like he was in
the wall. I went back upstairs thinking he might have got into the
bathroom closet, no dice. I went back downstairs and could still hear
his muffled meow. I went to the door and opened it and looked out in
the direction I heard the meowing from. There was my little bundle of
joy sitting in the snow in the 5 dgree weather. I asked, "Did we learn a
lesson today?". I went out and he let me pick him up and bring him in.
He stayed away from the door for a few days after that.
