Price not gaining weight

So I googled.  Price has a weird thyroid level.  I'm keeping this to email to our vet on Monday:

http://www.catforum.com/forum/38-health-nutrition/132974-cat-eats-eats-doesnt-gain-weight-thyroid.html

Took a look at his meds -- he got a small amount of thyroxine.

He's stopped eating today; only took a lick of mayonnaise.  He's so thin, so very thin.  His wound is healing well, but he's so thin.

We've lost a cat a year since we moved here 7 years ago.  Poor Price.  Poor Price.

PrismComics Mirrors A Fine Line Press

PrismComics is my show rep. For my books - and the funnest booth at any show - they'll be at these shows (copy and keep!).  For sure I'll always be at Emerald City Comicon, Norwescon, or Stumptown (and Wondercon if it wanders through the Northwest -- it's a Movable Feast).

WonderCon (San Francisco, CA) — 4/1/2011-4/3/2011

Stumptown Comics Fest (Portland, OR) — 4/16/2011-4/17/2011

Norwescon (SeaTac, WA) — 4/21/2011-4/24/2011

Toronto Comic Arts Festival (Toronto, ON) — 5/7/2011-5/8/2011

Gaylaxicon (Atlanta, GA) — 5/13/2011-5/15/2011

Fanaticon (Asheville, NC) — 5/21/2011

San Diego Comic-Con International (San Diego, CA) — 7/21/2011-7/24/2011

Price Comes Home

Price in the bathtub, drinking soapy water from the bidet bowl.  Maybe he needs the soap to knock back the tumors.

Price purring on his cat bed.  He came home today.  The vet could only get him to eat tuna -- until he saw his own canned catfood.

Now he's lying in front of the woodstove, sucking up the heat.  He's still passing blood, but that's to be expected -- he had a lot of blood vessels cut.  The gut that was removed should have been the size of a man's little finger, but was two inches across, it was so crammed with the feces he couldn't pass.  The vet said he'd never operated on any animal so ill.

We hope we get to have the old guy a bit longer!

Emerald City Comicon and Price and Prism

First of all, our cat Price is in hospital and stable, so that was a load off my mind.  He's eating and drinking, hopefully he'll start healing soon.

(Left) Me wearing my Ka-Blam shirt and showing the print-on-demand reprints of Bosom Enemies.  I ended up settling all the very nice proof copies on Prism Comics, to go to Chicago with them.  A few of those are a bit odd -- as in: One Of A Kind.

Prism will be my show reps from now on -- and if I'm at a show I'll be in their booth.  They're looking for women comics authors because their customers are demanding books from women.  And, as Zan Christensen of Prism says, "The booth looks a little strange with just men."

 

Met my oldest younger brother and Irish Twin, Don Colbert, for the first time in 30 years at the convention, and an old friend, Chris Clark.  (Me, Chris, Bud).

Cartoonist's Northwest's Scot Allan as the scary horror host clown, and my Stinz painting, available for sale.

Scot always had this insane English laugh, and when he's in this outfit, he's downright creepy.

The show was great -- I would have needed to be cloned to stop and talk as much as I wanted to with everybody, especially all the new and old friends and colleagues.

Price Not So Cut Up

Price before surgery, with Fearless, with her scary devil eyes ("Don't touch my Price!"

At this point, still worried if he needed surgery. Ya think?

It was a bowel blockage.  As Dr. Burt said, "Like a rubber band around his bowel."

Poor guy was in surgery or recovery all day.  Then was wrapped up in a blanket for the long drive back home. 

Waiting for Price to come down from the sedative after surgery.

Then the water main broke.  Oh, and Dan slipped on the ice on the porch this mornings; we're lucky he's only bruised.

I hope I can make it to Emerald City this weekend.

Good news: Price has recovered to the point he staggered back to the bedroom and got up into his comfort zone on the bed.

Everything But The Job

Sigh.

We've got a postal situation up here -- our post office has gone postal.

It's sticking mail in the wrong post office boxes.  Since that's all we can get up here -- and I don't know why, unless the postmaster is just lazy -- that means envelopes with bills, checks and even medication are disappearing.

Stupidity?  Vindictiveness?  Theft of checks and drugs? That's always a possibility.

One of the people who used to work at our post office during the last time this happened, said, "The postmaster is doing everything but her job."

Which I can believe.  Half the time it seems she's running some charity or on the phone with her relatives.  We need volunteers up here, and kids have to be dealt with, but first of all she's the postmaster, and she needs to focus  on that job during working hours.  We can all screw up on the job, but repeated mis-delivery of important mail in a small town where many people can't get it any other way is inexcusable, and damaging.  People tell me the way they cure the problem is to move their post office box to Sekiu -- but what about those with no cars?  We do have them up here, among them the sick and elderly who live downtown.  When they need their mail, do they walk two miles along a twisting highway with intermittent shoulders, between cliffs and salt water, or do they wait until they can beg a ride?  Do they take the early bus -- for three dollars they might not have -- and wait over an hour for it to come back?  Or lend out their box key to somebody else?  Is the postmaster aware of any of this? I doubt very much she's trying to get somebody killed on purpose.  I'd never accuse anyone of that, but short-sightedness and sloppiness in a very important job like this can be lethal.

Anyway, for anybody up here, don't let our postmaster force you to move your mail.  Call the United States Postal Service and start a case file: 

Call 1-800-ASK-USPS®  (1-800-275-8777)
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