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Dear Nameless, Faceless Imbecile Who Was Probably At The Dog-Park Sometime Before Me:

You JACKASS. Throw. Your gum. Away. I spent twenty minutes CUTTING a wad of filthy spearminty CRAP out from between my dog's toes.

I have no words for your stupid,
Bunneh

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Dear Kisa,

Please start reminding me of your redeeming qualities, or I'mma have you made into a HAT.

NO LOVE RIGHT NOW THAT WAS MY FAVORITE SWEATSHIRT
Mama-Cat

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Dear Self,

Last night was an aberration. Resist the siren call of the fast-food joint. Please.

Love, Kisses, and the 2-mile walk we'll be taking today,
Bunneh

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Dear Uncle B,

I swear to all that's holy, I will kick you exactly where you think I won't. Stop. Being. A. Douchebag.

Bunneh-Niece

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Dear Uncle J,

You can't really help being a douchebag. Or a dickhead. So stop trying to ruin B's life under the guise of "helping." You too could benefit greatly from a kick in the good-n-plentys.

Don't think I won't do it.

Bunneh-Niece

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Dear Mom,

You rock beyond words and help keep me sane. I try to return the favor, especially now because your brothers are effing morons.

Love and Kisses,
Bunneh-Daughter

 ...I really, really love it when a hunch works out.

I got the holiday Drs. Foster and Smith catalog this weekend, which is, for those not in the know, a pet catalog.  Everything you could ever want or need for your pet in one handy-dandy catalog.  (Personally, I prefer Jeffers Pets, but I digress.)  As I was thumbing through, I saw this canned kitten... "formula," basically, that you give to kittens if they can't get mother's milk or whatever.  I also noticed that it was recommended for lactating and convalescing cats.  And I thought, hey, I kinda have one of those.  Sort of.  If "convalescing" = "on death's door."

So, I went down to Petsmart and picked up a can.  Because, really, at this point, WHY NOT?  She's... kind of on borrowed time at this point, and I'm getting desperate to put weight back on her.

Bronte. Loves it.  

I put it down, and she made a BEELINE for the dish, nearly shoving Kisa (now lovingly referred to as "Fat Ass") out of the way, and going to TOWN on that stuff.  

So, Bronte got a can of sweet, sweet kittymilk, and Kisa... got a bag of Nutro Natural Choice Indoor Cat Formula Weight Management kibble.

...

I expect she'll try to smother me in my sleep before the week is out.

I love my vet's office.  OMG, I love my vet's office.

The doctor left a really long, involved voicemail, which was great, aside from my voicemail being a little staticky so I couldn't understand all that he was saying, so when I went down to the office to pick up Bronte's prescription, he came out and talked with me in depth about what's wrong with B-bear, which was AWESOME.  I didn't expect that.  (And the meds didn't cost as much as I'd feared, either, which was an added bonus.  I was expecting upwards of $50 for both prescriptions, and the lady was like, "Okay, that'll be $10.40."  I was pleasantly surprised.)

Evidently, Bronte has a low red blood cell count, and the reasons behind this could be one of two things -- either a parasite (which she could have gotten from a mosquito, since she and Kisa both are indoor cats and don't have fleas) or just a disease of the immune system.  The good thing is that it was caught very early (he said he was really glad that we ended up doing the blood work), and she's got a follow-up appointment in two weeks.  Long story short, one thing is treated with steroids, and the other with an antibiotic -- she's on both for two weeks.  (The steroid should boost her appetite, so hopefully she'll put on a little weight, too.)

There is also another theory explaining her kitty anemia, and that is Kisa is a kitty vampire and has been feeding on Bronte when I'm not looking.  We're still investigating that possibility.

Anyway, I did a little bit of reading on haemobartonellosis (feline infectious anemia), and from what I understand, the disease can be passed from mother to kitten, and can remain dormant until times of extreme stress, which is possible.  Kisa is... completely fine, really.  I mean, she's FINE.  So... I don't know.  We'll just have to see what happens, I guess.

So there is something wrong with my big, sweet, black puddin-bear, and hopefully the meds will get her back to her silly self.