winterbadger: (busby)
Don't really know what else to say about it. I just miss his company. I miss his charming manner and his cleverness and his playfulness. I know that I should just be grateful for having had the pleasure of his companionship and not make a fuss about him being gone. But right now, I just really, really miss him.

Nic and Finn are getting extra hugs, whether they want them or not. :-)
winterbadger: (cat yin-yang)
I miss my little sweet Busby buddy like blazes.

But it is very nice to have the rest of my cat-family back together.

(as they chow down collegiality on their dinner in the kitchen)
winterbadger: (busby)
Cut for sad news and photo )
winterbadger: (busby)
The Buzzmeister is feeling well today.

winterbadger: (busby)
So, I got a call back from the vet. The latest set of tests (for a fungal infection) turned out negative, so she's agreeing with the other vet, that it's almost certain that what is plaguing Sir Matthew is a squamous-cell carcinoma. On the one hand, this is (in a sad way) kind of a simpler diagnosis, as this form of cancer is resistant even to the most aggressive forms of treatment for cats (chemo or radiation).

So, it's pretty much hospice-care time for the Buzzer. The doc sent me a "quality of life" metric that she says should help me figure out whether he's managing OK or starting to suffer unduly. I'm guessing, since this infection started becoming obvious in March and is already pretty horrid, that we're talking weeks, not months.

YAY!

Apr. 25th, 2013 01:19 am
winterbadger: (busby)
Very late call around 10 pm from the vet's office to say that the results of the biospy on Busby's tissue sample came back and the lab confirmed that it really is just a nasty, long-standing infection. They said that multiple pathologists looked at the sample and were sure it was NOT cancerous.

I am very relieved. He still has a huge healing task to face, but it's so good to know it's not something (essentially) unbeatable.
winterbadger: (busby)
So, I've been worried about one of my kitties, Busby. He's been going from sick to not so sick, had some nasty infections, been kind of quiet, occasionally hides under the bed but then comes out and demands petting. I've been uncertain as to how he was getting on.

Just now I heard a sort of slithery jingling noise. It was Busby, who had gone into the other room, collected a string with a bell on it that we were playing with the other day, and was dragging it into the living room. He arrived, stepping jauntily and with his tail all fuzzy and wavy, dropped the end of the string, and looked at me.

:-)

We played with it for some time, then he went and rummaged around in his toy box to see if there were anything else he felt like playing with. Apparently not, because then he walked off down the hall, and I could hear the sound that I know is him tidying up the cat box (he hates it when EVERYTHING is not COMPLETELY covered up.) And then just now he raced down the hall and tore into the kitchen as if he were running in the Grand National.

I have had a number of cats, and I imagine I will have a few more before I go. I have known dozens over my 40+ years. But I have to say, and I hope this doesn't hurt anyone's feelings too much.

Sir Matthew Busby Spoor Cat?

Best. Cat. Ever.

Busby!

Jan. 8th, 2012 09:54 am
winterbadger: (cat yin-yang)
In going through papers, I found Busby;s original file from the adoption agency. Clem (as he was known before Neta adopted him) was a character even when he was young. The Animal Welfare League handler recorded that he got more rambunctious as the exam went on and also circled "jumped off the table a lot", "was stressed as exam continued", and "didn't like restraint but was otherwise OK" while noting that at no point did he try to bite or scratch anyone. He didn't tolerate "kid handling" (being held upside down, being patted roughly, or having traction applied to his tail), was "wiggly" went his claws were clipped, and was "tolerant of brief grooming sessions". The written comment was "really sweet boy if you're not trying to do anything to him"--so, obviously, the child is father tot he man, where cats are concerned no less than rainbows.

Also, I found the Cat Adoption Handbook that came with him from the AWL of Alexandria. It had a suggestion I had not come across before that I tried out this morning. "Try putting [a lightweight toy ball] in a dry bathtub," they suggest, "as the captive ball is much more fun than one that escapes under the sofa." I can only say that this suggestion is brilliant and an unqualified success. I don't know why I never thought of that before, but it has proven a huge hit. I suspect that their follow-on advice is also wise. "You'll probably want to remove the balls from the bathtub before bedtime, unless you can't hear the action from your bedroom. Two o'clock in the morning seems to be a prime time for this game."

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