I think this is entry 22 or 23, it's hard to keep track.

I got reminded on just how big Maine Coon kitties are.

Moose is back and he's a good 17 pounds.  He acts all sweet and
innocent with that cute little meow of his, but when I took him out to
weigh him, he started vocalizing his discomfort, and it only got
louder.

Also Dr. Z had brought in her rabbit, and put it in the cage above
Moose, so I think Moose was a bit mad that he could smell the rabbit
but not get to it.

Also next door was the other Maine Coon, Lothario.  He needed a bath,
which I'm glad I didn't try to do, but later on he needed a brushing.

I took him out and he is HEAVY!!

He's a whopping 23.4 pounds and I really had to heave him up onto the
table so I could brush him.  I needed both hands to lift him up so my
co-worker could brush his belly.

23 pounds!!!  That's the size of a turkey!!!  He would flatten out on
the table and he looked like a furry sofa cushion.

sheesh!!

Friday, a cat came in that was having trouble breathing.  She was a
tabby named Sammy.  She really didn't look good. She had bloody urine
and was quite listless.  It was after we put her on IV fluids that I
found out that she was also 18.

Well yesterday she still didn't look any better.  In the morning, I
opened the cage and was talking softly to her and gently petting her,
trying to comfort her.  THe poor thing must have been really feeling
icky.

Suddenly she turns and CHOMP!!  I now have four little teeth marks on
my forearm from her canines.  The nerve!!  I got a finger wag and
lecture from the doctor and spent a lot of tim e during the day washing
my arm.

I have to say I was lucky.  The bites were on te superficial side and
my arm isn't bright red and inflamed or anything.  It's a little pink
and a tad sore, but it feels more like a big mosquito bite really.  I
think I'll live.

Also I happen to already be on antibiotics from last monday for my
sinus infection, so I'm ahead of the game.  hehehe

but I did have to call the doctor today and let him know that I was
okay and I have to keep a close eye on it.

Sammy was so sick she did have to eventually be put down.  I don't
harbor any grudge, it was obvious she was in a lot of pain.

I wouldn't be surprised though if when Mischief smelled my arm she
thought, "Damn, someone beat me to it."
Ah well, time to have some breakfast.

Later,

Kristi