No kidding. Blood everywhere!

Fred Pete - no news on Teddy yet?

A little blood in the sewing, DJ? What is this dress for?

On the TT cats thread we've decided that the Kliban "Nice cat. Looks a bit like a meatloaf" saying describes a cat resting with all appendages tucked under. And that the position is actually a zen meditation posture used to magnify and send positive, healing vibrations to those in need. So Fred, catloaves from our TC to Teddy. And good vibes to Teddy's humans, too.

It's that Jessica Rabbit dress. [link] That was when it was just the shell, I've boned it and will be putting in a body suit lining type bit made of swim suit lining and covered from the end of the boning down with the dress fabric.

That sound you just heard? Was my bottom jaw hitting the floor. If my eyes could bug out like a cartoon character's, I SO would at the thought of Daisy in that dress.

Hubba.

Aw, thanks.

I have a cherub story that brightened my day (really bad L stuff I may ask advice on when I figure out what it is I'm looking for).

Email from K: Beau and I have been hanging out on the stoop drinking beer (me, not him) waiting for Trey to get off work. I put Soul Rebels on about an hour ago. I brought Beau inside so I could go pee and he stopped near the radio and fussed -- then pointed at me and the table and said "down, down" while pointing at the table. I finally realized what he meant and put my beer down. Then he pointed at my other hand and did the same thing. I put my cell phone down. At that point he grabbed my hands and started dancing. Not only did he dance -- but he dropped down -- and didn't even fall on his butt!!! Baby boy can dance :-)

Hubba.

Oh, yeah. Also, AH-WOOOOOOO-GAH!

Fred Pete - no news on Teddy yet?

The preliminaries (done in the office Tuesday night) look very good. His creatinine dropped from 6.5 to 4.4 -- 2.5 is the top end of normal. His red blood levels climbed from 15 to 17 -- better but still anemic. Proteins were 8.3, which was up a bit.

The (new) vet also sent the sample to the lab for more detailed analysis, which should come in today. Meanwhile, we've cut back on the prednisone and cut out the respiratory medication completely, which makes everybody happy. She won't say Teddy is out of the woods, but we're no longer talking in terms of a matter of days.

He's acting more like his old self, too. I got a claw in the upper lip while we were giving him his meds Wednesday morning.

Woohoo for feisty kitties!

Those sound like wonderful numbers, Fred. And sometimes a claw in the lip can be an oddly wonderful thing. Or, well, you know what I mean, anyway.