Dad and I are gonna go see Iron Man 3 to get my mind off of worrying about Bucky and his bill.
Because watching the adventures of a reckless billionaire are totally gonna make me forget about money.
Oscar was adopted as a kitten from an animal shelter and grew up in the third-floor end-stage dementia unit at Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island. The 41-bed unit treats people with Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s disease and other illnesses, most of whom are in the end stage of life and are generally unaware of their surroundings. Oscar was one of six cats adopted by Steere House, which bills itself as a “pet friendly” facility.
After about six months, the staff noticed that Oscar, just like the doctors and nurses, would make his own rounds. Oscar would sniff and observe patients, then curl up to sleep with certain ones. The patients he would sleep with often died within several hours of his arrival. One of the first cases involved a patient who had a blood clot in her leg that was ice cold at the time. Oscar wrapped his body around her leg and stayed until the woman died.In another instance, the doctor had made a determination of impending death based on the patient’s condition, while Oscar simply walked away, causing the doctor to believe that Oscar’s streak (12 at the time) had ended. However, it would be later discovered that the doctor’s prognosis was simply 10 hours too early: Oscar later visited the patient, who died two hours later.
Oscar’s accuracy led the staff to institute a new and unusual protocol: once he is discovered sleeping with a patient, staff will call family members to notify them of the patient’s (expected) impending death.
Most of the time the patient’s family has no issue with Oscar being present at the time of death. On those occasions when he is removed from the room at the family’s request, he is known to pace back and forth in front of the door and meow in protest. When present, Oscar will stay by the patient until they die, then after death will quietly leave the room.
i find this very interesting as this behavior seems common in many cats that reside in mental and nursing homes. Often sharing the bed of the soon to be deceased. In the ancient world cats were revered by many cultures, most famously Ancient Egypt, as guardians of the underworld, keepers of the gate of death, and sometimes even harbingers of death itself. This makes me wonder whether this behavior was observed during ancient times as well and perhaps prompted this belief and many practices surrounding it.
It would suck if you were just visiting and that cat just climbed into your lap, like oh shit I would freak out.
When I first heard about this cat, I was convinced he was the one killing them.
My best friend poops in a box.
Hi. I’m Alana, but I figure most of you know me as Grey. This is Wally Bucket, more commonly known around the house and neighborhood as Bucky:
Bucky is about two years old, recently fixed, and spends most of his time beating up my dog. He was born on my front porch, came inside one day, and decided to stay. He likes to run outside and lose his collar, so he has to wear a harness, and he loves being spun on the hardwood floor in our living room, to the point that he’ll get up in my dad’s face and yell if he hasn’t been spun in a while. He gets along well with my alpha cat, Mello, who’ll bop him on the nose if he’s being annoying. This is them playing, aka Bucky being annoying:
Last night, I noticed that Bucky was having a bit of trouble going to the bathroom. He’d been peeing and pooing just fine all day, but around 2 am, he seemed to be in legitimate pain. He didn’t want to be picked up, and spent the night sleeping next to me in my bed. This morning, my mother and I took him to the vet. While he doesn’t have a UTI (urinary tract infection), he did seem to have a blockage in his bladder- not kidney stones (thank the winds). Bucky will be staying at the vet overnight with a catheter in, that will be removed tomorrow.
This is the second estimate of Bucky’s vet bill:
this was the first:
I work for family, and make $150 a week. I’ve currently got $100 in savings. Even with the reduction in price, this bill is for more money than I make in a month. The vet’s office is on a barter system called TradeFirst, that my work is also on, so that’s going to help a little bit, but until I know what the final bill is, and how much I’m going to have to pay cash in hand, I’m treating this as something to panic over.
If, and this is a big if, I don’t have all the money to pay this vet bill, would anyone be willing to help me? Times are tough and money is tight all around, but while I can’t afford this bill, I can afford to lose my Bucky baby even less.
And so Lisa and Lashawn were sick of the whole rogues thing and made their girls-only gang
Meanwhile, Frankie sits underneath their clubhouse tree fort with a blanket and a picnic lunch and a whole mess of antipsychotics hoping they’ll invite her up.
One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him
oh god so earlier today my dad and i came back from grocery shopping and we were putting everything away and he pulls my a box of my tampons out of the bag and turns to me and says
“where do these go?”
and there was kind of this awkward moment of silence before i went “…my vagina”
and then he kind of just fell over and nearly cried
and was like “WHICH CUPBOARD ASDGHJ”
Wally Bucket had to go to the vet.
He’s got a blockage in his urinary tract that could be comparable to kidney stones. He’s going to have a catheter inserted and removed to flush him out, so he has to stay overnight.
The bill is more than I make in two months.
And to top it all off, I almost fainted from dehydration when I got to work because I’ve been stress-crying so much. I can’t do him any good in the shape I am right now, so I’m gonna just…eat a bagel and drink all the water.
If Wally’s sick, he’s gonna have to wait until the morning to go to the vet. The only after-hours vet around here is really, really deep in Ft. Lauderdale, and I can’t drive.
Ugh now I’m worried. Wally has stopped acting like he’s just chilling, and has started acting like he’s trying to go to the bathroom. He was going earlier just fine. Maybe he’s dehydrated? I refilled their water thing, but he refuses to get out of the box except for cuddles. I sat next to the cat box and he hopped right out for petting.
ARE YOU ILL OR ARE YOU BEING A WEIRDO: A BOOK ABOUT MY CAT
