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Pee Pals

Well, I am gracing you all with yet another post about my bladder issues. I came into our guest bath early this morning so I wouldn’t wake my husband or my child. At first I took a bath. Usually this helps to somewhat ease my irritated bladder. No relief this morning.

Now, I am still on the toilet. Aren’t I just glamorous and sexy? My husband sure won a prize with me. Not even joking, I have been sitting here for 2 1/2 hours waiting for pee to fall out of me. I’m also waiting for my Vesicare and AZO to do their job. The reason I’m not in bed is that while nothing is coming out, I am in desperate need to pee. It feels like there is a fire poker up my urethra. Being in bed doesn’t help. I can’t sleep because of the burning and urgency feeling.

I did get some buddies to hang out with me. I’m talking of my glorious cat children of course. They snuggled up in the closet letting me know I’m not alone.

These are some good guys. Toggle and Maddie. I got lots of cat snuggles. Then they got into a scuffle and left me alone, with my crappy bladder and my cynical mindset. Feb. 4 please hurry up! That’s when I’m seeing the specialist. I have an appointment with my PCP for this Wed. Afternoon. I honestly don’t know what they could possibly give me or do to me that would help. I already explored so many different options and treatments with minimal improvements.

(PC: The Meta Picture)

I know the picture about is about period pain, but this is close to how I feel with my IC and Endometriosis. Constantly. Having a chainsaw cut through me might be a welcomed guest to my lady parts instead of the constant pain and irritation. I don’t think I remember what normal feels like.

I think I’m going to invest in a padded toilet seat. I know those are usually for the elderly. But I sure don’t feel like I’m 32. Plus, I’m always on the toilet it seems so I might as well be comfy. I feel so bad for my daughter. I’m not a fun mom. I’m a tired mom. I’m a cranky mom. And I’m a mom with little motivation to get out of bed and keep her entertained and have a wonderful childhood. That might be almost worse than the pain. The sadness I feel that my daughter might one day resent me because I was too tired, too sick, too whatever to give her the childhood she deserves.

She did take a bath next to me while I was just sitting here and we chatted once she woke up. So there is that. Quality bathroom time I guess. Mother of the Year award clearly!

At least the cats find me somewhat entertaining.

Toggle on my lap.He is willingly lounging on my leg. Proof that he does love me! Well, it’s back to reading. The one positive about this whole IC, Endo torture is that I’m getting a lot of reading in, which I love. See my cynical perspective isn’t completely missing. At least not yet.

Feline Friday – Cat Reviews Baby Bjorn

My cat Toggle loves to review numerous products. Basically, baby products since that what we have been using. He enjoyed trying out baby girl’s car seat before she was born, strollers and the baby bjorn.

My sister wasn’t thrilled because I borrowed it from her. She isn’t the most fond of my cats, which I think is highly offensive. The following opinions expressed are from my cat Toggle and his opinion alone.


When I first laid eyes on this product, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to have this contraption in the house. I’ve never seen anything like it. I was just getting used to a new baby in the house. There was so much stuff. So much. My mom even tried to put the baby’s clothes on me. The baby is a girl. I am a boy. It was awful. Of course, part of my job is to test out new items in the house to make sure they are safe for use. I climbed in the way a baby might sit. Yes, I think I quite like this. This would be very comfortable for a baby. Or for myself to relax after a long day of rest.



I tried another position to see if it would be comfortable as well. You know what? It was. It was really enjoyable. My mom said the hole where my head was is supposed to be for your legs. My head fits perfectly here. I think this shows that the bouncer can be very versatile.


Then I tried it in my favorite position. Upside down. This is when it really hit me that I had been missing out my entire life without this thing. It’s perfect. I can be in any imaginable position and still be comfy. There is a slight bounce to it, which really makes me feel like it was made just for me. I give this chair 5 out of 5 cat treats. Puurrrrfect!

The Mystery of the Missing Tampon

* Be Warned this is a relatively graphic post, proceed with caution *

Okay…so today started out very lovely. I was able to spend the day at a lake with my family and one of my dear friends for her birthday. It was relaxing and full of fun chit-chat. I got to meet her sister and cousin. It felt easy and comfortable. Ideal day, right?

Well, we were tubing and attempting to water ski behind the boat. I haven’t skied since I was maybe 12 I think. Even then, I wasn’t good. My husband is a good and patient instructor. I am competitive and impatient. We make a great team. I want to be amazing at everything immediately.

Since skiing is difficult and my legs are rude, I struggled getting up. I did get up a couple of times, success! Even if it was only for a second, it counts. It totally counts! Except each time I fell over it felt like I was having a colonoscopy or had a hose up my vagina. I even peed a little once we got off the boat. I’m pretty classy like that. Since my bladder surgery I have come to expect that I will pee at the most inappropriate times and won’t be able to control it.

Side note, my daughter tubed for the first time. We went at a snail’s pace, but she loved it. She’s just the sweetest!

Pardon the picture, the lighting wasn't been cooperative

Pardon the picture, the lighting wasn’t being cooperative

I also think that sometimes my husband is trying to kill me. He threw me off the tube pretty hard. Once again, I will probably have a post that makes no sense. I have a splitting headache. My husband is 100% responsible. Clearly, I take no blame even though I asked him to go faster.

Somehow during the chaos of the skiing, tubing, gabbing and eating yummy treats, it slipped my mind that I had a tampon in. I had an IUD placed a couple of months ago and have been on a light period for the past 2 months. I’m crabby and crampy. Since the period is almost constant I forget to wear one sometimes, or forget that I’m wearing one at all. I get home and tried to take my tampon out. I couldn’t find the string. Panic set in immediately.

I recently read an article where someone died from toxic shock syndrome. I’d been wearing the same one since early this morning. While trying to find the string I just pushed it further inside me. So many thoughts ran through my head. I worried that I would have to go to the hospital to have it removed. That would have been so embarrassing. Do I call an ambulance? Is this a crisis? I tried to push like you would when birthing a child. Not the same thing I found.

I went downstairs and told my husband that I had a problem. I told him that I couldn’t find my tampon and I didn’t know what to do. He made a rather unfunny comment about returning to the lake to get his fishing rod to search and rescue the tampon. I wasn’t amused.

Thank goodness he is so sweet. He went to the garage and grabbed what is quite possibly the largest flashlight I have ever seen. He looked pretty pleased with himself. Without going into too graphic of detail, he had the flashlight and got some tweezers and started to have himself a look. After some digging and weird comments; he found the string!!!! With his help we retrieved the missing tampon. For a minute I was pretty freaked out, as I wouldn’t have any idea what to do if I couldn’t get it out.

My husband, who hates blood, needles and anything medical, stated that he should have been a doctor. (Eye roll). Today was weird. Mostly relaxing and fun. My body is weird. I think I’ve realized that anything that is odd that can go wrong with my body does indeed happen. I shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. Obviously, no one wants to see gross pictures of tampons. So here is a picture of my cat wearing my daughter’s rash guard. He wanted to come swimming, but doesn’t like water so it was a bit of a predicament. Enjoy!

Feline Friday #4

We got Spooky the same day as Marvin, being siblings and all. When we first got her she was quite adventurous. She jumped off our bed, base jump style. She would try to climb out of her box. She was the first of the twins to explore. She was teeny tiny when we first got her and she had some trouble putting on weight in the beginning. This is so funny to us now, since she’s a dense kitty. The vet even calls her a potato.

Spooks doesn't like direct eye contact, very stressful for her

Spooks doesn’t like direct eye contact, very stressful for her

She has this tiny head, dainty limbs and just a plump body and no neck. She is a good kitty. Her purr is broken and she has butt problems. When she gets scared she leaves us little presents. I didn’t know cats could have anal gland issues. At some point we may get those removed. She had them cleaned at her last vet visit, and the Vet said it was “potent.” Poor kitty. She is very sweet though and loves to give love. She also forces love, by grabbing onto our hands and forces us to pet her. We love our little potato.

Spooky: aka Spooks, Poops, Pooky, Nation Wide

Born: April 2012

Adopted: April 2012 (bottle fed since 3 days old)

Age: 3

Color: Marble grey with red and white markings

Education: PhD in Women’s Studies

Profession if a Human: Professor of on-line college courses so I don’t have to leave my house, or wear pants

Psychiatric Disorders: Paranoid Personality Disorder and Dependent Personality Disorder


*Cuddling with my twin brother, Marvin

* Forced love

* Putting my butt in my parents faces

* Meals

* Standing in the shower after it’s been used

* Assisting the humans with bathroom duties


* Strangers

* The outside world or the basement

* Doors being open

* The garage door

* My own shadow if I’m unprepared to see it

* Toggle (he bullies me, so rude)

BIO: I was rescued when I was 3 days old with my brother. I opened my eyes before my brother because I am the far superior kitty. When humans give me direct eye contact, I go to them to get loved on because I know this is what they are requesting of me. I loved getting cleaned by my brother or any other cat. The humans do as I ask, because I act helpless so they will do more tasks for me. Toggle and I are having a secret affair, this is why he bullies me. He doesn’t want the other cats to feel jealous so we are keeping it on the DL.

Feline Friday #3

We got our last 2 kitties in April 2012. Marvin’s sister will be featured next week. The previous week we had adopted a 2-3 year old dog who had been abandoned by her previous owners. We thought 3 animals were sufficient.

We had just come back from a trip out of town, where my husband proposed to me. My best friend lives really close to us. She had gotten involved with a rescue, the same one we adopted our dog from. She had a box of kittens. She asked if I could help her foster 2 of them as she had 4 and felt overwhelmed. I said sure, then I asked my husband and he reluctantly agreed.

I took the tiny black one, and the tiniest gray kitty who looked like the runt. They were about 3 days old and didn’t even have their eyes open. My husband, best friend and I all learned how to bottle feed fresh kittens together. We also had to poop and pee the kittens. Apparently, the mothers of kittens and puppies do this for their babies until they learn to use the bathroom on their own. You have to stimulate their parts after they eat. It is pretty gross.

We had to get up every 2 to 2 1/2 hours to feed and poop the kitties. They were in a box in our closet with a snuggle blanket and heating pad to keep them warm. The feedings and poopings were regular through the night for about 8 weeks. This prepared me for motherhood. I’m very serious about that, getting up in the middle of the night to feed and poop and clean them made it somewhat easier for me to get on a schedule with my own little love.

Once the kittens were old enough to be adopted I thought it would be hard, but doable to adopt them out. Adopting more than 1 out isn’t as easy as you might think. People would only want one of the babies. I was adamant that they went together. I also was extremely attached and felt motherly towards the twins. Finally, there was someone who wanted to adopt both of them. I started crying hysterically and called my husband to let him know someone wanted to adopt them. He knew how upset I was and said we could keep them. I happily hung up the phone.

Long story short, we have 5 animals. The condition is that I can’t foster or adopt any more pets. I agree that I make a terrible foster parent. If I did, I would be a hoarder which isn’t good for my family or the animals. It is so hard for me to give them up, especially after I get attached. Foster parents of animals and/or children really should get medals, it is not easy work. I do know now that our 5 animals are happy, healthy and well cared for.

Marvin: aka Marv, Starvin Marvin and Little Black Bear

Sometimes Marvin and Maddie are hard to tell apart. Maddie had a little white strip on the front of her chest. Marvin has a very curly tail. Sometimes we get them mixed up, more frequently than I feel is appropriate.

Born: April 2012

Adopted: April 2012 (bottle fed since 3 days old)

Age: 3

Color: Sleek black with a curly q tail

Education: dropped out of college after a dramatic breakup

Profession if a Human: might be on welfare to get government benefits due to my laziness. I am working towards my CNA certification and then plan on attending nursing school. I would like to be educated in skills that will help me be better prepared to take care of my sister Spooky. I enjoy being a caregiver.

Psychiatric Disorders Insomnia, Personality Disorder NOS


*Make out session with my twin sister Spooky

* Pets

* Snuggling with people when they are asleep and putting my paws on either side of their faces

* Yelling throughout the house

* Exploring the basement

* Exploring the deck (sometimes the yard, if it’s that kind of day)

* Snacks, any and all snacks

* Eating off humans plates (especially if they are still eating off it)

* Watching people shower


* Upside down adventure time

* Little black bear song and dance, I am a CAT not a BEAR got it?

* Food dishes that are less than 3/4 full

* Being held on my back like a baby

BIO: I was rescued when I was 3 days old. I had to be bottle fed and pooped. Literally, mom cats usually do this. My parents had to wipe me after I was fed until I completed my business. My human mother and father did this for me and I screamed and screamed every time. I was only 3 ounces when they got me and my eyes weren’t even open. My mom and dad were such excellent parents that I now thrive and get to roam around with my sister and our friends. I am curious about the world. I love snuggling and invading personal space. One time I invaded my dad’s personal space when he was using the restroom. Long story short, I jumped into the toilet and got peed on. My dad was not pleased.