Another week.


Dixie, resting after a long day of being a cat.

DH and I didn’t do much this weekend except hang out with Dixie. She’s definitely feeling more like herself. She’s moving a little slower but she’s still very interested in food and what we’re doing and napping in various places. She hasn’t hidden in her tunnel for over a week. She’s wanted more lap time and even played a little bit with her catnip toys. Her purring has reached almost normal leaves but she isn’t drooling anymore, which was her mark of complete happiness. DH and I think her lack of drool is a side-affect from the medication she’s on and not a representative of her actual level of happiness.


Here’s the stash of pills and other stuff associated with Dixie’s current medication.

We’re glad she seems to be reacting well to the medication. She’s been on the latest medications since Sept. 27. We take her back to the vet cardiologist on Friday for another round of x-Rays and tests to see how things are going.


Another day.

Dixie has had some accidents at night. DH and I are going to try keeping her out in the living room until he goes to bed. She is either unaware that she needs to go to the bathroom or feels she can’t make it to the litter-box. We’re assuming this is a side effect from her new medication. I feel horrible that I didn’t think to ask when we were at the vet’s about any issues (besides kidney damage) with the drugs. I was just too happy she was still with us I guess.

I took a long walk around the neighborhood and onto my favorite trail this morning after I dropped DH off for the train. I didn’t workout today so felt like I needed to do something to make up for that… besides cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms.

Lunch is ready but I’m not really hungry. I have a pit in my stomach like I’ve been crying for hours so not really interested in food. I just know I should eat.