Hello Friends, This is Kim, momanager to the Wonderpurr Gang. Long time no Meow!
After many weeks of chasing my tail about whether to combine some of my social meowdia accounts, or just delete... I finally reached a combo agreement with the Gang. Rabbit agreed to give up his Instagram name of Diary of an AssRabbit, rename it It's a Wonderpurr Life, and allow Dori and Jesse (Shes.Adorapurr) and Fwank, Opie and the rest of his fur sibs (Wonderpurr Life) to move in with him. True, he's no longer the center of attention on that account, but I bought him a pink Lamborghini for his 7th birthday in August, and that helped his ego.
I also grouped She's Adorapurr and Diary of an AssRabbit Facebook pages under the Wonderpurr Life page, but kept the pages so they can comment if they wish under their own names. Hey, I'm all about trying to work with them to keep the peace.
So, my anxiety and overwhelm that pushed me into a corner that forced me to pull waaay back has started to simmer down. Juggling so many accounts used to be fine, because I was younger, and so were my cats. But these days we are all dealing with aching joints, crabby tummies and health issues. Jesse continues to get chemo, but less frequently, and despite losing weight he seems to be doing just fine. Try and tell that boy he can't spend the day outside in the Catio where it's still simmering in the tropical 90s, and you will get Housepanther Cattitude.
Then we come to our resident ginger boy whose blood glucose numbers last week caused us to cancel our trip up to Michigan to enjoy family and the fall. We haven't been up there since 2021, so cancelling was hard for me. But as you all know, fur babies come first.
On September 29, the day before we were supposed to leave at dawn with Jesse and Opie coming along for the trip, Opie seemed “off.” His back feet were floppy and he was drinking and peeing a lot. I took a glucose reading at 1pm and was horrified to see a reading of 44. That’s very dangerous. So I fed him and gave him HydraCare. At 2pm his numbers had climbed to 129. By 8pm, just before his nighttime insulin dose, he was at 161. Those are good numbers. Previously his glucose curve on September 23rd averaged high 200s-high 300s. So his doctor upped his insulin from 3 to 4 units, then again raised his insulin to 5 units a short time later. So when I contacted his doctor she lowered his insulin back to 4 units. I’m thinking upping the dose from 3 to 4 to 5 over 7 days was just too aggressive for an old cat going on 17.
Opie has had CKD for a couple years but diabetes is still new territory for him. We lost ChauncieMarie, age 19, in June to the CKD/Diabetes combo, so we are familiar with the struggles that come from treating both.
I shot this video of Opie last night, acting uncharacteristically feisty with Peaches. They’ve been in a serious relationship since 2009, always loving and caring. So what she did to hiss him off I have no idea. Clearly Dori didn’t see it coming either. I mean, no one fusses with Queen Peaches. She's our resident ruler and we all bow to her.
He did in fact follow her into the cat apartment and went after her under the bed. She’s his age with CKD but bless her, she’s a bit more agile and was able to outrun him and return to the couch. He returned minutes later acting like nothing happened. Hmmm. Kitty dementia? Oh that should be lots of fun!
