All is Quiet

Hi, friends! Just popping in to let you all know that Macy is resting much more comfortably.

She was up most of the night with Mom, sleeping only  from 12-2 and 6-7:30. Mom and I slept on a pile of blankets in front of Macy’s crate. At one point, Mom was even in Macy’s crate with her.

Macy stopped crying after she finally went pee at 3:15 in the morning.

She’s fully alert today and no longer needs to be slinged during walks.

After her quick walk this afternoon, Mom put her in her favorite chair and sat with her so she could look out the window for a bit.


That is the biggest lampshade ever!

Her incision looks really good today, too:


Her appetite is still small but she IS eating…and burping…a lot while eating. Piggy.

Anywho, I’m off to catch some much needed sleep. Talk to you tomorrow!

*ear licks*

Macy’s Home From Surgery

What a relief! She’s home!!!

This morning, Mom and Dad left the house with her and then they came home WITHOUT her. THEN, Mom took macy’s bed out of her crate and started disinfecting it. I thought Macy was dead! I was all sorts of freaked out. It didn’t take long for Mom to realize what she did.

So now I’m sitting guard by Macy’s crate to make sure nothing happens to her.


I’m going to let Mom take over now because I don’t understand all of this medical stuff.

Hi, everyone!

Macy had 2 procedures done today during surgery: the grinding of the bone to fix the patellar luxation AND the TPLO. It turns out that her ACL was completely torn but, luckily, her meniscus was intact.

She has approximately 50 sutures inside and 6 outside. The surgery took about an hour and fifteen minutes.

The surgeon said she expects a 2 month recovery. For the first 2 weeks, it’s outside just to pee and poop and then right back inside. Then we can up her walks by 5-10 mins every 2 weeks after. Physical therapy is not necessary but we can do it if we would like, and we can continue the cold laser therapy.

She also said that playing and being active is good for Macy’s hip dysplasia. It keeps the surrounding muscles strong. She said that so long as she stays active and doesn’t become overweight, the prognosis is good. Also, 85% of dogs with hip dysplasia never need surgery. (YESSSSSSSSSSSS!)

She was adorable when waking up from the anesthesia:

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She was given Rimadyl and another pain killer before we even saw her. They sent her home with Tramadol and she’s allowed to have 1-2 every 8 hours, along with her normal Previcoxx and joint supplements, starting tomorrow morning.

She’s currently resting in her crate, in between bouts of waking up crying something awful. I’ll be so happy when the anesthetic wears off. I remember how much Noodle cried until it wore off when he was neutered.

Here’s a video of one of her “fits”:

It’s absolutely heartbreaking.

Now, for inquisitive minds, here are some pics of the x-rays and of her incision. I don’t think there’s anything too bad even if you are squeamish.


Side view of plate.


Side view Close-Up


Rear View



We were originally told the incision would be fairly small but I guess she needed more room to do what she had to do? Oh, well. As long as she gets better, that’s all I care about!

I’m off to rest while she’s quiet. Normally a decaffeinated coffee drinker, I just drank caffeinated so I can stay up with her if need be. Most of you know me well enough to know that I’ll be sleeping on the floor by her crate tonight.

I, or Noodle, will pop on tomorrow to post an update.

Thank you for all the POTP you sent!!!!

Mom’s Freaking Out!

Good morning, friends!

Remember how I told you all that Macy needed surgery on her knee? Well, it turns out that the surgery is going to be much more complicated than originally explained. Now that the orthopedic surgeon has seen the x-rays, she thinks there’s a tear of Macy’s cruciate ligament. So instead of simply deepening the groove in Macy’s bone for her kneecap to sit on, Macy is going to be getting a plate and screws in her knee during a surgery called Tibial Plateau Leveling Osteotomy (TPLO) What the BLEEP?!?!?! 😯

Not only is the surgery different but the price just went up by anywhere between $1,000-$3,200 and is now estimated between $3,124-$5,719! The insurance company will be covering 90% but Mom is still freaking out.

She’s not just freaking about the money. She’s freaking out about the invasiveness of the surgery and the increased downtime compared to the other surgery (it went from 14 days to approximately 4-6 months). You all have seen Macy. How in the world are Mom and Dad going to keep her calm for months when they can’t even keep her calm for a full hour?!

Mom is hoping that when the surgeon sees Macy in person…  dog?…no, person – that she’ll find Macy’s ligament intact and she’ll only have to do the basic surgery.

Her surgery is scheduled for 2:30 pm tomorrow, 2/17. Mom and Dad have to drop her off at 11:00 am for pre-op bloodwork. Then, they’re going to go back around 2:00 so they can speak with the surgeon about everything.

Friends, I think it’s time that I go on vacation. Maybe Mrs. Lexi’s Mom will let me come stay with her during this catastrophe. No, I KNOW she will! Mrs. Lexi’s Mom aka Mom#2, can you come pick me up please?

I’ll update you guys as soon as I have info!



Valentine’s Party

Hi, friends! I know everyone is getting ready for the big party.

I’m going with Gracie, Lexi’s cousin (as friends, of course).

Mom just HAD to embarrass me by making Gracie come inside to take a picture before we left.


Don’t we look so happy?! BOL! We were hungry and Mom was just delaying our eating.

See you all at the dance!

Update on that Weird Thing

Hi, friends! Happy Sunday!

Mom called the vet yesterday about my episode but they were triple-booked. The receptionist spoke with Dr. H and he said as long as the episodes aren’t happening more than once a month, he would like to avoid medication.

Remember, they aren’t seizures. It’s actual cramping of my body.

Mom has taken a very proactive approach by replacing the big dogs’ food with a grain-free food. Now if I eat it, I won’t get super itchy and it won’t trigger another episode.

One thing that did happen yesterday is that Mom remembered something that happened the day after Khia died. She thought I had a seizure from possible heat stroke because I was running around like a maniac chasing the neighbor’s lawn mower through the fence. Looking back, she realized it was this very same thing.

So I have had one on 4/18/15, 10/2016, and 2/10/17.

No worries, friends. I’m just fine! No lasting side effects. It’s like when your parents wake up in the middle of the night screaming because their leg is cramped. It just happens to my whole body. Nothing life-threatening 🙂


Macy’s Hip Evaluation & Something Weird

Hellooooooooooooooo! Is anyone out there? It’s me – Noodle! Did you forget me? I’ve been gone forever.

I’ve been away for like 3 weeks! Sorry, I had nothing on my mind to talk about, I guess.

But! Today, I have updates to…update…you on.

Mom & Dad were finally able to take Macy to the 2nd vet for an evaluation.


Aside from her hip dysplasia, it turns out Macy has a Grade 3 medial patellar luxation (kneecap out of place) and has arthritis in the same knee.

According to the American College of Veterinary Surgeons (click for their article on pattelar luxation), the difference in grading is:


So Macy is going to have knee surgery next week (we hope). In the meantime, she got cold laser therapy on her hips today.


Mom keeps saying, “Thank God for pet insurance!” I guess it’s going to cost a lot of dollars – $2,100-2,500. With the pet insurance, Mom only pays 10%. Thank DOG! Otherwise I think we might all starve to death because Mom would be broke and we wouldn’t be able to eat!

Speaking of eating, Mom switched my food again. Instead of eating Natural Balance LID Duck and Pea formula, I’m eating Fish & Sweet Potato formula. My itching has been at an all-time high so Mom is trying a different protein. Mom is pretty sure I’m allergic to grains and so she gets super mad when I get out into the bird room and eat their pelleted food which has corn and all sorts of grainy things in it. Then, I go outside and eat seed from under the bird feeder. Oh, and don’t forget that I like to find single kibbles that Macy and Molly knock out of their crates. Yes, I am all sorts of itchy.

Okay, onto the “something weird”. Last October, I had what Mom and Dad thought may have been a seizure. I had been laying in bed with Mom napping in the afternoon when I all of a sudden I started shaking really bad. Then my legs shot out to my sides and were stiff. I couldn’t stand. My head was moving back and forth and my eyes were buggy. It lasted for probably 2 minutes they said.

Well, today, it happened again. I was laying on the back of the couch and Mom thought I was scratching as usual. After about 30 seconds, she turned around to see that this weird thing was happening again. This time, the only different thing that happened was that I coughed twice during the “episode”. It lasted maybe another 3 minutes once Mom noticed what was happening.

Mom is going to call the vet in the morning because after a lot of research and video watching, she thinks it’s something called Canine Epileptoid Cramping Syndrome (aka Spike’s Disease). It looks like this:

Lots of shaking, though.

There’s not a whole lot of info out there but here’s the basics: It can be triggered by gluten!

The good news is, a) it’s not really epilepsy at all even though the name makes it sound like it, and b) it’s not life-threatening.

Mom will call Dr. H in the morning to discuss this more to be sure of the diagnosis that Google helped her come too.

No worries, friends. I’m fine. Just a little tired now but I’ll be a-ok!

I’ll be back soon when I know more about Macy’s surgery and my diagnosis.

*ear licks*



A Tribute to Our Panther

Until recently, many of you knew very little about my angel cat brother, Jamison. I mostly tried to steer clear of him so I didn’t have much to report about him.

As far as his interaction with the blog, there was the time that he hacked my blog and I caught him. I eventually hired Ernie the Attorney and took him to court where Judge Frankiefarter (aka Judge Farter) heard my case. They’re the pups behind FRANKly and ERNESTly Speaking.

You can read all about the trial:

He came through on his sentence (barely) and you can read that here.

Then there was the time I helped him ask Samantha from Musings of PuppyDoc to be his Valentine. It worked and they went on an awesome date.

Finally, there was the super gross thing he did that I posted about.

You can find more stories by clicking the tag that says jamison on the left side of my blog.

What’s not on the blog follows here:

Jamison was found on the streets in Tampa in 2007. He was found while Mom and Dad were looking for Dad’s cat, Ozzy, who had just come to live with Mom a week earlier and went missing. Ozzy was black and they had received a phone call that he had been sighted. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Ozzy but (fortunately) it was Jamison. He was so skinny and he had a notched ear, indicating that he was likely a stray TNR (trap-neuter-return). Dad was all, “You can’t leave him here,” and Mom was all, “Yes I can! I didn’t want a cat to begin with!” Well, Jamison upped his charm and as Mom was squatting to pet him, he jumped up on her lap, curled up, and went to sleep. That was it. He wiggled right into Mom’s heart. When they got back to Mom’s apartment, Dad was playing with Jamison by the coffee table. Jamison got very playful and swiped dad right underneath the eye, making him bleed. I’m pretty sure that’s when Dad fell in love. BOL!


Jamison’s first picture. He made himself right at home.

Mom took him to the vet and found out he was approximately 3 years old and “abnormally long”, which was why even at 11 lbs and always eating, he looked anorexic. The vet said he was the perfect weight and that was just the way his body was.

As “healthy” as he was, shortly after he arrived, he got a horrible case of pancreatitis and almost died! After that he was on I/D Prescription Diet without treats for the rest of ever.

Another little while later, Khia came to live at Mom’s apartment. Khia and Jamison were BFFs when Jamison wasn’t sitting out on the patio causing the 15-cat-deep-feral colony to congregate by Mom’s patio. Mom used to call him a drug dealer because they lived in the ghetto and the feral cats would line up on the other side of the screen as if they were waiting they’re turn to see him.


His muscle tank that said, “I’m on the list” BOL!

They lived in Mom’s tiny apartment for another year and a half with Mom’s guinea pig, who Jamison never once tried to hurt, before moving in with my Grandpa for a year. Grandpa had a male cat and he and Jamison used to get into huge fights where it would just be a blurry tumbleweed with puffs of fur flying out.

Eventually, Mom and Dad bought a house and moved in together.

Jamison became much more loving once he no longer had access to the outside via a patio. He loved snuggling.



Khia, Jamison, Mom and Mya on Mom’s lap


Mya, Jamison, and Me snuggling Mom. Khia was on Mom’s legs.

He loved hiding in boxes, a picnic basket, and laundry baskets.




His favorite time to try to get your attention was when you were using the computer. He would climb up on the desk and rub your “mouse hand” causing the user to click everywhere they didn’t mean to.


He loved playing with the laser pointer.


He loved stretching out as long as possible.


He especially liked laying on our dog beds so us dogs couldn’t use them.


Another one of his absolute favorite things to do was to knock ornaments off of the Christmas tree (what cat doesn’t love to do this?). Mom never got pictures of this because she would be too busy chasing him with the spray bottle and yelling like a lunatic. Oh man, it was hilarious! Next year Jamison is going to get his very own ornament on the tree. Mom says it’s the best way to honor him.

By far, his most favorite thing to do was to guard the water bowl so no one could get a drink.


He stopped doing this when Molly moved in because he knew she wouldn’t put up with it but for years, this was his trick. Mom would put fresh water in all the bowls and then he would stand in front of them. He wouldn’t drink. Just stop us from drinking it. And notice how that one bowl is alllll the way away from the wall? Another one of his favorite things to do to get Mom riled up. If any of us dogs drank from the bowl, it was “contaminated” and he required fresh water.

He was crazy, some times scary (ok…a lot of times scary), BUT he was my brother and I will miss him.

Thank you to everyone who wrote nice things to Mom, Dad, Macy, Molly, and me.

Mom is having a hard time adjusting because she doesn’t feel like Jamison is really gone. See, Jamison normally hid out in the office and so it just seems like he’s hiding as usual. It’s just certain things that remind her that he’s not here.

A big thank you to everyone who participated in yesterday’s Purrs 4 Jamison. We haven’t finished visiting you all but that’s what we’re hoping to do today. Here’s a list of all of the ones we’ve seen. If you did one and it’s not listed, or saw one not listed, please let us know so we can stop by and see it.

Madi & Mom:

Christmas the Dachshund:

Murphy & Stanley:

Lexi’s Family:

Tails Around the Ranch:

Jan’s Funny Farm:

Frankie & Ernie:

Idaho Pug Ranch:

The Book of Barkley:

Dory’s Backyard:

Princess Leah:

The Daily Bone:

Small Tales:


Ruby the Airedale:

15 and Meowing:

Benji & WaWa:

Our Paw Pad (Doc & FozzieMum):

Canadian Cats:

Da Phenny:

Hailey & Zaphod:

Purrince Siddhartha Henry:

Katie Katz:

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It’s Noodle Day!

Hi, guys! It’s me, Noodle! Mom told me I could have my blog back but she said that I had to tell you a few things first:

  1. You are the best bunch of people and pets she’s ever met.
  2. She’s read every comment but can’t respond to them right now.
  3. She went to work today and it was super busy so she couldn’t lose herself in her thoughts too much.

Okay, now that that’s out of the way….

Today is January 10th which means….it’s my found day – the day Mom found me by Grandpa’s house and gave me my forever home (against her will at that – how rude). 5 years ago, I was a little fluffy scruffy puppy (estimated 6 months old).


I was a MESS!

To read more about that amazing day, just go to:

Now, I’m clean-shaven (okay, not today because I’m overdue for a haircut but let’s not remind Mom). I’m happy, loved, and I have a safe place to sleep at night. Oh! I have you all now, too!

That’s all I’ve got, friends. I’m happy today marks 5 years with my family but it is also the first day without my brother and I just can’t muster any more excitement. I wasn’t going to even post but I had to. It’s just hard to feel cheery. Maybe tomorrow.

Love you, friends!

Jamison Update – 1/9/17: The Last One


Although I knew this was a possibility and where we were likely headed, I still dread telling you, and accepting, that we had to let Jamison go at 9:45 this morning.

Despite all of the prayers, support and love a little cat could ever ask for, Jamison’s poor body was shutting down. His immune system was no longer responding, his liver failing.

He was suffering and he deserved comfort. He fought hard. He was courageous. My little panther…

He made it 2 weeks longer than anyone expected. Those 2 weeks were packed with love and he was treated like a king. Everything revolved around him. I would’ve done it forever if he hadn’t been suffering.

We brought him home with us to show Macy before bringing him to the crematorium. Her reaction was filled with so much emotion. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. A slight tail wag, a sniff, ears fell back, sniffed more, gave the gentlest kisses, and then protected his body. We could see her daring Noodle to try to come near Jamison so we eventually had to crate her so Noodle and Molly could see him. She fought going into the crate, not wanting to leave her best friend.

Noodle wanted nothing to do with him after he sniffed him – just as he did with Mya. Molly saw him through the gate of her crate and seemed upset/concerned.

We just got home from the crematorium not too long ago.

The hardest part for me has always been leaving your baby’s physical form behind, knowing that it’s the last time you will see it, feel it, smell it, kiss it.


This paw’s print will forever remain on my heart.

Before I end this, I just want to thank all of you for helping me get through the last 2 weeks. You helped me not only by reassuring me that I knew what was best for Jamison but just by letting me know you were here and that you cared about us. You played a major role in my ability to hold it together and be here to do what I had to do without shutting down.

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this, the last battle, can’t be won.

You will be sad I understand,
But don’t let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn’t want me to suffer so
When the time comes, please, let me go.

Take me to where to my needs they’ll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end.

And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree,
It is a kindness you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don’t grieve that it must be you,
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We’ve been so close, we two, these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.

~Author Unknown


Until we meet again, sweet boy…

Jamison Update – 1/9/17

Laying on the bathroom floor since 4:30 am holding Jamison for what I think will be the last time. He’s rasping. Going to the vet at 8 am. I’ll do right by my baby if the doctor tells me it’s time.