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sylvene.bsky.social
Loudspeaker manufacturer, poet, wordsmith and kitten wrangler
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Error! Error! The meter cries. And flashes its display. Into the trash, the strip it goes Good money thrown away. He swats my hand with velvet paw Annoyed, he takes his leave. Alas, alack, I’ve no success I’ve failed again this eve. 2/2

Do not flick your ears, my Baer, I’ve only made one prick. I need a tiny drop of blood On this expensive stick. Don’t shake your head Baer, I implore. I’ll lose that drop so red Of precious blood I need to test. No! Please don’t shake your head! 1/2

3/3 He’s left a calling card A message left unsaid He’s done a little wee In the middle of the bed.

2/3 These pokes and pricks do hurt And I stab him thrice a day He’s really quite fed up And he has much to say.

Baer is not happy with me. But he doesn’t have the words So he does a little wee. Or leaves a little turd.

Daisy helping with laundry

All vaccines... Got! Wish me luck. I have pre-excused myself from work tomorrow just in case.

Baer at the vet. He's all "I 'll stay right in here, thanks."

This goodness of sweet bois. He gave up that drop of blood. 167 at the mid point. Perfection.

It’s a cold Caturday. The furnace is kicking on. I finally made a lap. After Daisy followed me around all morning bitching at me. All appliances running now. Washer, dryer and dishwasher. The electricity dial must be spinning furiously.

Adventures with a diabetic cat: Got told in no uncertain terms by Baer to F**** off when I approached with the lancing device.

Adventures with a diabetic cat. Stabbed Baer when I got home after work last night. Tried again an hour after he (and I) had some dinner. Success! This morning… 3 stabs and he very kindly let me know via not breaking my skin with his teeth that I was not to try a 4th time.

(Dramatically) It is time for the blood letting! *stab* No blood!? *stab* Bleed dammit! *stab* (mournfully) Oh Baer, why won’t you give me any blood? Zoom Meeting Facilitator: Umm… Carol? You aren’t muted. Boss: It’s her cat! She has a diabetic cat! *turns video on and introduces the Baer cat*

This big goofball. I put the harness and leash on him to take him out. He got brave enough after a few false starts to leave the patio. Went out the open gate! Oh my! Then got frightened by a rustle in the bushes and ran for the front door. He is safe with Mummy.

Visiting with this handsome young man.

Visiting with this pretty girl again.

This brave, brave diabetic boy. At the pokey place again. For a urine and blood draw for sugar tests. I let the vet techs be the bad guys.

Hooray! Just learned that sisters Zipper and Velcro were adopted together.

Popsicle Toes has been adopted! And renamed Soleil. Hooray!

Last vet visit. Getting Baer used to a harness as I shall have to bring him with me for any overnight trips.

Visiting with this pretty girl today. A former foster that was adopted by a friend.

“Hi Momma, you’re home.”

His magnificence Sir Baer Fulffington, the first of his name, was a perfect sweetheart at the vet. Blood sugars are going down slowly. Insulin increased by one unit to 4 units twice a day. Re-check in a week.

Two minutes later, kitten Velcro is sitting up on her haunches, both front paws on the tablet trying to sell everything at a discount. Yes, a foster kitten has attacked when I left a war game open. Did pretty well too!

@sylvene.bsky.social Weighed the girls. 760g and 790g. Up 40g froma week ago when i got them. Eat little kittens, eat and grow strong and healthy!

A bit cold in the house this morning. It’s only 68F. I set up a heated cat bed for the little girls. Zipper on the left, Velcro on the right.

Aand... the bolder girl with the leader face has a cold.

New fosters. 2 little Tabby girls. About 8 weeks old. 721g and 760g and already spayed!

Ahhh… the smell of chlorox in the morning. Kitten cage cleaned, disinfected and set back up. Ready for the next adventure in kitten fostering.

Wildfire smoke makes for a pretty sunset.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art a sweaty, hot and sticky mess. Downwind stand when the winds do blow this way But my love, I love thee not one whit less.

I couldn't get him to turn around. It's like he knew something was up.

I love receiving photos of former fosters in their new homes! Reba on the left, Dolly oh the right lording over her new doggie brother. Also, Emmylou has found a cat daddy to wrap around her little pinky toe bean.

Baer is at the vets for blood tests today. They will test him before his first shot, then give him his insulin and every 2 hours after that. Poor baby hid from me when I took his carrier out.

Biscuit ... is a boy. The shelter mixed up him and his sister when having them out to foster families. I noticed trouble-puffs when he was wrestling with Cookie. No more though. He was neutered Wednesday and is available for adoption at Homeward Pet Adoption Center in Woodinville WA.

Cookie Crumbles would like to know what's up? Is it treat time?

I have been told in no uncertain terms that I may not stick his ears anymore. So I can't test his blood sugars. But he allows the insulin shots.