Poppy Cedes

Twitter is perfect today.

The vet and I are satisfied enough with Ripley’s progress so that she will now take 1/2 tablet of prednisone once a day for 4 days then 1/2 tablet of prednisone once a day every other day until we have no more prednisone. No more motion sickness pill. If she improves on this dosing (doesn’t have a setback) she doesn’t need to go back for another recheck. If she has a setback I call and schedule an appointment or get new directions for pill dosing.

While we were there and I had my back turned to the door The Other Vet barged in and started barking orders at The Nice Vet. That guy is a fucking asshole. I stood in front of Ripley, guarding her from his view. I would not look at him. I was horrified enough that Ripley had to hear his voice, she actually started fidgeting when she heard him.

Note to people who want to be vets: You need to like and have compassion for animals. And it’d be good if you could be mild mannered to their human owners.

Unless Ripley does something really amazing I won’t be posting videos of her daily. We’ll be switching to Tweet Pea progress videos. I will keep you posted on both girls (even if I say “nothing has changed” about Ripley).

Thank you all, so very very much, for all the support you have given. I don’t know how people get through stuff like this without their friends and family. Hugs are in this basket right here, take one at the door. [HUGS]

Her recheck is today. Will post info about it tonight or tomorrow.

Twitter’s spay appointment is tomorrow. Gaaaah. Slightly terrified of it all going wrong like Ripley’s visit for shots and grooming, but trying to stay positive.

There will be a video montage of Ripley’s weekend progress tomorrow, although it will really be just me goobering over her accomplishments performed off camera. Her noted progress is that she can now jump from floor to bathroom sink, and also from floor to kitchen counter then counter to fridge. She can also get down from the fridge to the floor (via the counter) all by herself. She still has trouble turning in a circle. She still gets confused and/or stumbles when there is too much visual or aural stimulus around her. But she is now doing her morning war cry and rubs up against objects for affection purr-time. Also, she’ll do uppies with me then go from me to Dawg then back to me again with no trouble. She tries to get on our backs, which isn’t quite normal for her. She’s returned to hissing at the other girls instead of curiously sniffing them. She is ravenous, presumably from the prednisone. Still taking her pills like a grumpy champ via the pillgun.

Today Dawg and I are going to the vollies parade and then we’ll see what the day brings. :) I’ve been up since 3:45am, for some reason I’m just very excited about the parade, so hopefully I’ll get naptime at Dawg’s parents’ place later if we go there, or naptime with Dawg and kitties if we come home instead.

Happy Sunday. :)

You’re gonna wanna watch this one.

Guest starring Dawg! But that’s not specifically why you wanna watch.

Here we go!

Please go read my post about my mom and leave her a comment. :)

(Go baby girl, go!!!!!)

Here’s a video I compiled today of Ripley from yesterday at 5:30pm and 11:30pm:

Progress! I will post video from today around tomorrow morning, maybe early afternoon.

I can tell you that today she has made biscuits on me (that means she kneaded my belly like dough with BOTH paws) and purred at the same time. She got up on me and laid down on my belly. She jumped up on the coffee table with no problem. Once up there she took a stumble, but stayed on the table then sat down. When she got bored of the table she jumped to the couch with just a tiny stumble. She slept next to me with her head in my lap for the first time since she came home and was still drugged. She was able to get up on the arm of the couch all by herself AND TURN AROUND with just a little wobble here and there. She kissed Twitterbean when they had their noses together (no hissing, which is totally out of character). She has been less scared of sounds and noises, and when she does get surprised by them it doesn’t knock her off balance. She responded to my singing and whistling today, which she hasn’t the last few days. Grand finale: She took the pill gun like a champ! … and then I found her prednisone on the coffee table 10 minutes later. :) So I had to find her and pillgun her again for her second pill, which she took like a champ. That’s my girl. :) :) :) <3

I have no idea what she’ll be like without the meds, but I am VERY happy with her progress on them. She’s my baby girl again. And she just jumped on my lap and gave me kisses. YAAAAY!!!!!!

Give me a day off and I return to my old tricks: Two posts in one day!

The Scene: Dawg and I are in the kitchen talking. Ripley is draped on me with her back feet in my hands purring away.

Poppy: You’re awesome.
Dawg: I’m not awesome. I’m okay. You’re awesome.
Poppy: No, you’re awesome!
Ripley swats Dawg in the face with her tail.
Dawg raises an eyebrow, we both laugh.
Poppy: Ripley’s an extension of me. Try that again.
Dawg: You’re awesome, I’m just okay.
Nothing happens.
Poppy issues the executive order to Ripley through her mind.
Ripley swats Dawg in the face with her tail.
Poppy: See? *smile*
Dawg: You’re right.
Poppy: It just got all Twilight Zone in here.
Dawg: Yes it did…

Let’s see. The train was really busy so it was hard to read my Triangles book for some parts of the trip. And then when we got to the transfer station it was really crowded and I watched somebody get arrested and then I went down the escalator and caught a train just as it was about to close its doors! … Yup, that was the train.

I got boots for The Steff and Donkey’s wedding this Saturday. Black boots. Black heel boots. Black knee-high heel boots. (Yah. :) I haven’t opened the box yet. Georgie keeps trying to get in there. I wonder if she wants to play dress-up with them… hmm.

Ripley did a bad thing Wednesday morning and Dawg warned me when I called on the way home that he and Ripley were not on speaking terms. When I got home Ripley was in a timeout location that we didn’t create for her, she just started using it and then she didn’t leave that spot all night. I picked her up a few times and Dawg held her for a minute to say the punishment was off, but she just kept hanging out in the timeout spot. And then I went to sit down to write this blog post, stood up, looked down, and there was Ripley giving me the love eyes, hanging out on her back with her belly exposed. Yaaaaaay. :) And now? She’s snoozing with her head propped up on a stack of papers on my desk, staying warm by the computer. *zzzzzzzzzzzz*

*In case you missed my habit of leaking Top Chef info, you’re in luck! SPOILER: That’s what Fabio says after he breaks his finger and they ask him if he wants to go to the hospital DURING the elimination challenge. Hardcore, sir, hardcore.