(C) Daily Kos This story was originally published by Daily Kos and is unaltered. . . . . . . . . . . Caturday Pootie Diary: Diabetes [1] ['This Content Is Not Subject To Review Daily Kos Staff Prior To Publication.'] Date: 2024-06-15 “I know you’re mad,” I said, without looking at him. The cat stretched out on the couch next to me gave no answer other than one hard thump of his tail against the couch cushion. “It had to be done,” I said. His ears flattened, then straightened. “But you feel better now! And you’re just going to get better and better!” His tail hit the couch again. I sighed. “I’m sorry I took you to the vet,” I said. “Twice!” he cried. “Yes, twice. And again in a few weeks.” He turned his head and glared at me. A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦 Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul. Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community. Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people. Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly. There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, please remember that we do have phobic peeps who react strongly to them. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw. “So, sometimes a body will lose the ability to process sugar,” I explained. “I can’t even taste sugar,” he said. “I know. But we are going to get some medicine for you to help you with that.” “Tasting sugar?” “No, processing it.” “But I can’t even taste it.” “It’s an injection, twice a day,” I told him, miming pushing the plunger on an invisible syringe. “I don’t know what that means,” he said. “Remember when we were at the vet today?” He growled a little. “Right. Well. Remember the part where the vet and I pulled up your fur and stuck you with a tiny needle?” “I remember pulling on my fur, but nothing else.” “Did it hurt?” “No.” “Good,” I said. “I’m going to do that to you twice a day.” He thought about it. “Okay,” he said. “What about the stuff you’ve been rudely putting in mouth?” he demanded. “Is that going to keep going?” “I know you’ve been confused about that,” I said, thinking about the look on his face every time we do it. “Confused, angry, slightly annoyed,” he listed. “It’s antibiotic for your UTI. That’s what made you so sick when we went to the vet the first time.” His frown deepened. “You feel better now, though, I can tell.” “I feel better,” he confirmed. “There’s something else,” I said, figuring it was best to warn him now. “Oh?” “Once we start the insulin, we’re going to have to test to make sure it’s the right amount and that it’s working. So there’s a monitor the vet is going to attach to you that we can use to check.” “Alright.” “So that’s going to require multiple trips to the vet,” I said, quickly, figuring it was best to get it out. “I hate that carrier!” he cried. “I know,” I said, sympathetically. “But it’s the safest way for you to travel.” “Anyway, the monitor attaches to your skin so we can take readings. It’s going to be there for two weeks, and then we’ll remove it and we’ll know how well everything is working. But there’s just one other thing...” “Oh no. What now?” “You’re going to have to wear a t-shirt to protect it.” He gasped, outraged. “This is too much!” he yelled, jumping to his feet. “I’ll find some that are very soft and breathable. They won’t cover your arms at all, just your shoulders and back.” “Unacceptable!” “I can’t believe this is the part you’re mad about,” I said. “I’m mad about all of it!” he shouted. “Me too,” I said, softly. “But it’s going to make you feel better.” He sat facing me, and stared at me thoughtfully. “And it could have been much worse. This is actually very doable.” "Alright,” he said, climbing onto my lap. “Let’s do it.” Happy Caturday, Peeps! We’ve had a stressful week here at Casa Freddie, but I’m hoping it will just get better from here. Freddie gets his first dose of insulin on Sunday when I can be home with him in case it’s too much. Fingers crossed it goes well. [END] --- [1] Url: https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2024/6/15/2246772/-Caturday-Pootie-Diary-Diabetes?pm_campaign=front_page&pm_source=trending&pm_medium=web Published and (C) by Daily Kos Content appears here under this condition or license: Site content may be used for any purpose without permission unless otherwise specified. via Magical.Fish Gopher News Feeds: gopher://magical.fish/1/feeds/news/dailykos/