February 07th, 2025

Thank you all for your lovely well wishes.  As you can see from this morning's photo of Brysco, he did very well through his surgery and is recovering remarkably quickly.  He is slowly returning back to his old self being sweet and silly and up to his old shenanigans.

You see him here at the window spying on the neighbors, one of his favourite hobbies.  He also wrestles with his brother, greets us at the door when we've been out of the house for any amount of time, inspects all packages that come into the house,  races in and out of the various kitty tunnels and cubes chasing things that are invisible to us, gently wakes me each morning by tapping me with his paw and lately, has decided that the garbage can in Tim's office is the perfect place to nap.  Cats are so weird.

It is such a relief to see him happy, healthy and not in pain anymore.  The lack of teeth don't seem to be hampering him much.  It took him a few days to figure out how to eat efficiently but he seems to have it down now and is making up for lost time with an appetite far larger than his size.

The doctor explained that the way Feline Stomatitis works is it tricks the body into believing that teeth are the enemy, a foreign object in the body and the body, naturally, does everything in its power to get rid of that foreign object.   Once the "foreign object" is gone, the problem is gone.  Luckily, his canines (the fangs) and his front teeth were unaffected so he got to keep those.

When I first brought him home after surgery, he was of course still heavily medicated and staggering around like an adorable, furry drunk.  The instant he was let out of the carrier, he made a wobbly bee-line for the litter box (such a good boy) then he stumbled his way to his food mat and sat, swaying a little,  waiting to be fed.  Because we thought ahead, we had some babyfood on hand and put down a dish of that.  He plunged into it straight away, nearly face planting and gobbled up as much as possible with his numb mouth, which is to say that he made one heck of a mess.

No worries, easily cleaned up.  He ate until he could hold no more and then, finally, greeted us each in turn.  First his brother who was sitting there patiently waiting. Then he went to Tim and purred on his ankles and happily received pets.  Finally he made his weaving way to me where he looked at me with those dinner plate sized medicated eyes and pointedly turned his back.  oh ho!  Message received.  I was the one who took him to and from the vet so he made sure I knew he was angry with me.

By the next day, most of the medication had worn off, including the gentler pain medication so he laid low most  of the time, napping, eating and healing, but he made it a point to come to me sweetly requesting a pets.  I have been forgiven.  Nice to know he doesn't hold a grudge. At  least not for long.

And now, he is, as I said, back to his old self:  goofy, loving, funny, curious and endlessly entertaining.   His brother Wyatt is delighted to have his playmate back and we are  overjoyed that he is healthy and happy once again.

Tim's office will need a new garbage can however, because Brysco as claimed the old one.

 

I wish you all a wonderful weekend!  I know that some parts of the country are getting terrible cold, ice, freezing rain and snow!    Yucky!  Please stay warm and stay safe!

I'll be back next week with a Photo  Safari Report.  Joy and I went for a terrific hike yesterday and I cannot wait to tell you all about it!

Hugs all 'round