From Twitter 10-11-2010

• 13:53:50: Having a date with Mr. Suarez for our anniversary! We are about to see Legends of the Guardians, in a theatre full of loudmouths.
  
• 23:17:50: Anniversary verdict: movie was good, I loved the owls. Meals were tasty. Trip to the comedy club was.... a trip to the comedy club. ^_^;
  
• 23:19:59: I better win the Best Wife Ever award for suggesting Mr. Suarez go to the comedy club on our anniversary. I went with. #supportivewife
  
• 23:21:30: Now, home, in my PJ's, just got done force-feeding Batty some kitten milk. He's on another hunger strike. Sickly kitty is sickly. :(
  
• 23:50:50: Oh, delightful, someone who bought a manga from me on eBay for $3 left a negative feedback, since he thought I took too long to ship. Argh!
  

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Batty

Batty has been uninterested in food for the last three days. Not merely uninterested, but outright confused. Last night, after celebrating my two-year wedding anniversary with suarez, I fed Batty kitten milk with an eyedropper, just to get some calories into him. He hasn't had his insulin for two days (three counting today), because if he doesn't eat anything, he can't handle the insulin dropping his blood sugar.

This morning, he was barely responsive when I went in to see him (he likes to sleep in the bathroom sink, and he was still there from when I put him in it last night for feeding). He got up and tried to follow me to the kitchen, but could barely walk- his front legs kept crossing and his back legs kept sliding out from under him sideways. This is an effect of his brain tumor, it's pressing on the motor centers of his brain.

He tried to get into the catbox, but fell on his side multiple times while attempting it. The same happened when he got out. He did make it to the kitchen, and was completely confused by his water bowl and his food dish.

Dr. McGehee told me I would know when it was time to take him in for his final visit. Sadly, that time is today. We have an appointment at 11:00. He lasted a month and a half after his tumor diagnosis, which we knew was a possibility. It must just be growing at an aggressive rate at this point.

I should have known something was up yesterday when Batty tried to get out of the house when I took out the trash. My cats are all agoraphobic, since they've lived their whole lives inside. The late, great Spooky only wanted to go outside when her kidneys were completely failing, the day before we had to take her to be put to sleep. I think they probably want to go off somewhere alone when their time comes.

I will not be good for anything for the rest of this day.