Varmit report
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tenayaThe cats are basically fine. Brindle is becoming more calmer of late, but he has decided he wants to sleep at night on the computer chair. In fact, he's smugly victorious when he can slip up there when I leave it for just a second, the scamp! Scooter is holding steady at the moment (he's been diagnosised as starting in with Chronic Renal Failure. He's happy enough and still playful. Reg had a big swollen booboo on his chin and since he's FIV +, he took him righ to the vets, and well, it was time for his cryptococcis titer again. Turned out the cat had a zit! The vet, eagerly started palpating it, saying, "it's a zit, and if you're the type that likes to pop 'em you can just do that. Oh yeah!" I looked down and she had zit juice down her thumb and she was very happy. Reg didn't seem to mind at all, and the next day it was all better. So, Reg was taken to the back room for his blood draw and we could hear a bunch of "Reggie!!" "Oh, give him here!". He came back in the exam room, thoroughly sqeezed by his fan club, wearing an expression of pleased embarrassment. He's up to 18 pound, 5 oz, now. Obviously we have to work harder at getting his calories down. And the good news is that after 2 years of taking Diflucan, Reg can finally stop. He's had 2 negative titers in a row! He'll just need a recheck in 6 months, always assuming no new symptoms.
The Racoons. Mom hasn't been by for 2 or 3 weeks. She could be with a new brood. I understand its around now that they give birth. Two of her kids are fairly regular costumers. One likes to take the chicken eggs we give him and put them in the water bowl. Then he gets right above it, places both hands on the egg and gives a couple of serious pushes until it breaks neatly in half. Now the curious thing about this, is that that is the absolute textbook technique of how one should do CPR on a human. Well, except the breaking in half thing; we try to avoid that usually. So, in an effort to keep the water somewhat clean, we lob the eggs out so they will break. This guy will go over, finger the broken shell and look back accusingly. "You ruined it!" before he settle down and eat it.
The other raccoon likes to drag the eggs through the water, then fishes them out to eat next to the bushes. This one is rather sweet and will come up and pluck at the peanut bag we keep next to the door. Very polite.
I try to give her the eggs whole, but sometimes I get confused, give a coon a whole egg, only to see it put in the water bowl and CPR being performed. Who can tell these guys apart?!
And the 3 legged raccon has come by a few times in the last month, and some skittish guy that took one look at me and went, "OH MY GAWD!" and bolted through the bushes like a bat out of hell! I wonder where he came from?
Okay, I'm off to go see Connie and Carla. Should be fun.
The Racoons. Mom hasn't been by for 2 or 3 weeks. She could be with a new brood. I understand its around now that they give birth. Two of her kids are fairly regular costumers. One likes to take the chicken eggs we give him and put them in the water bowl. Then he gets right above it, places both hands on the egg and gives a couple of serious pushes until it breaks neatly in half. Now the curious thing about this, is that that is the absolute textbook technique of how one should do CPR on a human. Well, except the breaking in half thing; we try to avoid that usually.
The other raccoon likes to drag the eggs through the water, then fishes them out to eat next to the bushes. This one is rather sweet and will come up and pluck at the peanut bag we keep next to the door. Very polite.
I try to give her the eggs whole, but sometimes I get confused, give a coon a whole egg, only to see it put in the water bowl and CPR being performed. Who can tell these guys apart?!
And the 3 legged raccon has come by a few times in the last month, and some skittish guy that took one look at me and went, "OH MY GAWD!" and bolted through the bushes like a bat out of hell! I wonder where he came from?
Okay, I'm off to go see Connie and Carla. Should be fun.
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Date: 2004-04-21 08:24 am (UTC)Right after I wrote that entry, I went out to put fresh water in the bowl as it was almost dusk. I was very surprised to see a lizard floating on peanut shells! I tossed it all out onto the ground but he didn't move. I picked him up to find he was very cold and very dazed. Since the varmits would be saying, "Oh goody! Hors d'oeuvres!" if I left him there, I decided to hold him until he warmed up some. When he started moving about, I put him somewhere where he should be safe for the night time.
Another life saved.
Then at work this morning, I told a fellow I work with, "Hey. Guess what I did? I resuscitated a lizard." I did it just to see him role his eyes and say, "Oh for GAWD'S SAKE!"
heh heh heh....