UPDATE: Him will be only having a consult with the vet. They have to bring in a specialist for this kind of surgery, and that requires further scheduling.
TK will be having his operation. Big moneys for us, big ouchies for him, although the most painful part will be no foodies for 12 hours before!
As long as it stops him from clogging up every 6 weeks, that's the main thing.
In happier, sillier kitteh news, Mr. LT came home from work last night and sez "We have a gargoyle on our garage."
Cousin-kitty (whose name is Bandit due to his facial markings; his people live 4-5 doors down) was up on the ROOF of the garage, looking down. He's very spooky of people when he's on the ground, but didn't run away when he had the high ground. I wish we had a picture but it was dark. TK and I had seen/heard him walk by earlier, but he managed to get onto the roof without us knowing. He must have jumped from the fence. Here he is last summer.
I just finished reading through a series over at Amy's Humble Musings about Life With Three Under Three. This series of eight articles was written about a year ago, but it is very fresh and timely for me. Her thoughts range from the super practical laundry tips to the more philosophical questions of being open to having more than two kids. I was especially moved by the Life With Three Under Three - #5 post. There were words from both the article and the comments that really stuck out in my mind:
From the article:
After a few babies, reality sets in and the Christian mom begins to think that maybe everyone had a good point. This is really hard. She is knee-deep in Cheerios. The laundry has an unnatural smell to it. She’s knows the theme song to every show in the PBS morning lineup. Her husband gets to talk to people that are taller than his waist during the day and she feels jealous. The kids are crying, but when it’s quiet she is left with the thought, “How does doing THIS glorify God? And how in the world do I do this?!”
Our 21st-century homes do not have front porches. Quilting circles are only found in books. And the hospital nurse at your last delivery? She was 20. Her coaching consisted of asking every few minutes if you were ready for an epidural.
Has it really come to this? And if so, is it OK?
I don’t think it’s OK. I also think many women agree with me. We weren’t meant to do it alone. We weren’t meant to take our cues from the broader culture. We want to know that it’s OK to cross-the-line and have Baby #3 (on purpose). We want to raise them to love Jesus and not lose our minds at the same time. We want to know that our sacrifice means something, and at the end of the day, our pursuit of God’s glory made a difference.
Um, yeah... What she said. No really, did she just go into my mind and pull that straight out?!
And from the comments:
God doesn’t want ME to be successful, He only wants me to NEED Him.
I don't think I've ever seen it written like that, but the moment I read it I recognized it. Memories came flooding back of all the times God has tried to teach me this. My success is to totally need Him, to be in total submission to Him. I'm missing the point when I continually run my life as if to tell God "I'm all grown up now. I don't really need you that much anymore." Praise God that He continually finds ways to remind me how much I truly do need Him.
I don’t have to look like I can juggle 7 children, the perfect dinner, the spotless house and orchestrate three women’s Bible studies flawlessly in order to get a license to have lots of children. Sometimes what God calls us to is HARD. Motherhood is no exception. Sacrifice… 'present your bodies a living sacrifice.' Isn’t motherhood a beautiful way to lay down my life?!
I needed to see this. I occasionally get the "you must be a saint" or "you must be a so organized and so patient" comment when people find out how many children I have and how young they are. I usually just politely smile and say nothing. All the while the little voice in the back of my head is screaming "NO YOU'RE NOT!" But the above quote reminds me that it's ok if it's hard, and just because it is hard doesn't mean I'm doing it all wrong. Hard work and sacrifice in motherhood, regardless of the number of children a mother has, is not a bad thing. It helps me to grow and be better.
Every child deserves a special mom. If it is not the Lord’s will for you to be the patient mom of a dozen children, you still owe it to your one child to be the kind of mom who could be patient to a dozen.
I really believe that. God does not call the equipped, but He equips the called. He gives to those who ask.
There are so many times when I prayerfully wonder why in the world God would bless me with these children. Who am I to deserve them? I'm not a good cook, I'm a terrible housekeeper. What was He thinking picking me for such a domestic life? "God does not call the equipped, but He equips the called. He gives to those who ask." Reading that last line literally made me cry. I've seen and heard it hundreds of times before, but this time I finally realized how it applied (and that it in fact does apply) to me. It reminded me that I'm not alone in this, as it can so often feel like I am. It reminded me that I'm not crazy for wanting this life. It reminded me that I don't need to be looking to perfect myself into what the world sees as "super mom." I need to focus on submitting to His will and He will perfect me into what He wants and do so in His own time and manner.
There are so many more gems to find in that series of articles. Well worth the read.
Miss Tortie just sniffed Tuxboy's butt and HE gave an irritated MAOW and walked away!
GO HRT!
This afternoon, TK came up to me with many demanding meows and ate a whole extra meal of gooshyfood.
He's peeing really well... kind of all over everything this morning at the vet for his urinalysis... and him operation is in the next couple of weeks, after the holiday.
Yesterday in a parking lot, I saw a car that had a completely dusty back window and saw some markings on it. I figured it was the usual "WASH ME" drawn by a finger. But no. It said:
I CAN HAZ WASH? :(
LOLCatSpeak strikes everywhere!
His appetite has returned.
He's standing on Daddy's lap, kneading with all 4 feet and purrrrring. This has been going on for 15 min. at least. After a meowing demanding round of thump thump noogie noogie.
Oh, he's finally done. Much to FDaddy's relief.
Much to tortie's relief, he's not feeling up to beating her up yet.
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He was sleeping on teh windo shlef and then walked across the room to intently MEOW MEOW MEOW at me. Was him sick or hurting? Was Timmy stuck in the well? What, TK, what??
Turns out him wanted me to get off the couch and go into the hallway on the Marvin the Martian rug and do the whole thump thump skritch skritch noogie noogie routine. Purrrrrr.
Now he's back sleeping on the other end of the couch.
Silly boy. It's good to have him home.
Just wanted to let ya'll know I'm still here! Just been crazy busy. Exciting news coming soon....
Don't delete me from your 'hood!
Please!
Poor tuxboy is asleep and looking not so good. It breaks my heart.
We've decided not to wait till he clogs up again and has to have emergency care -- we're going to let him recover from this for a week or so and then have the surgery done.
Him's got another week of antibiotics and 3 days worth of kitty gatorade mix -- electrolytes, amino acids, proteins. I think he's going to have to deal with being confined to his room.
to someone, like me, who remembers the first version!
