JB Sez Yo Dudes

black cat on table

Bean is feelin' gooooood.

Yo dudes and dudettes, I got the news, this Bu-…Burpen-…Bupren-pine…Bu-pren-or-phine…is really good sh…stuff! No pain, I am feeling no pain at all, and there’s little paisley mices running around under all the furniture! Cool! Mom does that silly squeezing my belly thing saying something about my bladder, and ooohh! it tickles! I just roll around and laugh! And when she let me out of the bathroom because I peed in the box (so what, I pee in the box all the time) I flew around the house! I mean, I really flew! I wrestled with my brothers and I beat them up, too bad! Mom called my doctor to see if this was okay and I just don’t see what the problem is, I’ve never felt this good, like, in my whole life! I just have to sit still every once in a while and wait for the room to stop spin…n…n…ning…

This is Jelly Bean on drugs. He’s still having some issues with inflammation and earlier today his urine output dwindled to sitting and waiting in the box, but nothing happened, Jelly Bean looked miserable and I was biting my fingernails; we needed to add a little prednisone back into the mix, so between the two JB is having an out-of-body experience. I’m really watching everything he puts in the box and feeling for the condition of his bladder in that plump little sandbag, and he just falls down and rolls around. His purr is rattling the dishes. I’m also watching so he really doesn’t try to fly.

It’s just funny to see him now and then with totally dilated pupils and a pretty blank expression, and he is playful and active but right now he’s just a little out of control. I noticed this first last night. Buprenorphine has a mild narcotic effect and what I’m seeing is normal, including the presumption of little paisley mices under the cabinet. Then after he does everything he can think of, he suddenly folds up his legs and settles down and looks really stoned and maybe a little paranoid, especially when one of his brothers comes near.

Especially since those two brothers are being total jerks. On Wednesday when I had JB confined for most of the day hoping he’d produce more than a few drops here and there, Giuseppe couldn’t live without him, I had to allow visitation with the three of them in the bathroom. Those two are best buddies—you can look all over this blog and see photos of the two of them together. Wednesday night when we came home from the emergency hospital I thought they’d be glad to see him, but they hissed and hit him and ran away growling, even growling at each other and getting into a pretty noisy wrestling match after I kicked them out of the bathroom. This has improved through the day today until now when there is no growling and just the occasional hiss. Jelly Bean did start a wrestling match with Giuseppe a little bit ago, which is totally normal for those two, and Giuseppe did hiss at him a few times, but they also wrestled and Giuseppe held him down and licked his head a few times, a good sign.

Mewsette cuddled with him late last night and gave him a little bath. I was glad to see that, but it’s not the same as his brothers.

So the Bean gets three more days of this! Wish me luck in keeping up with him.

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I Am Thankful Jelly Bean is Home

He pauses in the action.

“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home…there’s no place…like…my bathroom, and my mom!”

So the little Bean Bag is back, and in fact we were only gone a little over three hours. It turns out he was blocked—even though he was producing drops, his bladder was not emptying, a situation that was already painful evidenced by his quiet crouching in the corner and not eating breakfast. Jelly Bean not eating breakfast is a sign the world is ending, and drastic measures are in order. I decided to wait until evening just in case the prednisone and added antibiotic in addition to the vitamin C and cranberry would open the flood gates eventually, but they did not. He has reached this point three times before in his life though I’ve always turned him around, but not this time.

name tag

His name tag.

Since my cats see a house call veterinarian, the only time they’ve ridden in a car was when I took them to be neutered. They had each other, so it apparently wasn’t such a trauma. Jelly Bean just gave one protesting meow, then was quiet, no yowling, no rattling the cage door, meaning “no making mom nervous while she’s driving in the dark and very concerned about your condition.”

Fooling with his bandage.

The Bean was sweet and cuddly and charming and purring at the emergency hospital, as all my cats tend to be. A tech did the triage interview and the mini-exam, then took him into the back to begin treatment while I did paperwork. The veterinarian returned to tell me of her plans, which included unblocking, some testing and at least two days of hospital care.

the patient

The patient.

When I went back to reception to make my downpayment and saw the cost, the high estimate being somewhere in the neighborhood of what I’d paid for my used Ford Escort, and that I’d have to pay the entire low estimate, well, I had known all along I’d have a problem there. I simply told them I didn’t have it and asked what they could do. The receptionist went to talk to the veterinarian who said that for a price I could afford she would give him an anesthetic, unblock him, flush the system, and send him home with medication. This was actually what I’d wanted anyway—most of the estimate dealt with sitting around to watch and see if he peed again, and I’d already proved I was pretty good at that having spent a good part of the last three days doing just that.

He also wants out.

Caring for a cat in this condition is not to be taken lightly. I am good at it because I’d already cared for two cats who blocked, or attempted to, pretty regularly, and my veterinarian had thoroughly explained what was happening and what to look for. I’m sure my description of his condition and my initial treatments in my intake interview told the veterinarian I was experienced enough to adequately care for a cat in this condition.

Didn't need those tights anyway, I'm glad JB us happy.

So, I sat back down to wait for him, and was rewarded with bringing him back home tonight. His return in the carrier was greeted with skeptical looks and even hisses from his siblings who apparently thought he smelled funny. His best buddy, Mr. Extremely Sensitive Operatically Melodramatic Giuseppe is generally upset and hissing at every opportunity. JB is his best buddy. Could be he’s worried, upset by the way JB smelled when he came back, or jealous that JB got extra attention.

A lot of this happening.

JB is always a very purring and demonstrative kitty, but he was definitely still under the influence of the anesthetic, not wobbly, but much more talkative and walking around nearly in circles in happiness. He was very difficult to photograph because he would not stop moving!

I am very thankful for all this, and for what I have learned that enables me to take care of my little guy. I am also thankful for everyone’s good wishes!

Happy Thanksgiving!