Oh, what a night

What a terrible, terrible night.

Backup puked up even more hair ties yesterday morning. It was possible that that was the end of it, but we took him to the vet because we wanted to be sure.

After a very expensive day of barium ingestion and X-rays, we were told the cat had to come in the next day for further tests, but we brought him home with an IV catheter in his arm. I was pretty damn certain that he’d try to tear it out, so they gave me a cone to put around his neck.

Well, the cone did jack shit. After a few hours of writhing around with the cone on, he found a way to reach his arm and tear the catheter’s covering off. Next would be the catheter itself, so I volunteered to “sleep” in the family room where he hangs out and stop him from tearing at it.

At around 3 AM, I was ready to give up, so I let Anna take over the watch… but then I realized he’d probably hate it if I covered what remained of his wrapping in duct tape. Well, I only had electrical tape, but that seemed to do the trick. It’s 7 AM and it’s still in one piece. Although he did find a way to tear his cone off.

In other news, I was looking under the bed and found a third clump of regurgitated hair ties. That probably brings the count up to 20. Bravo, kitty.

The most surreal thing in recent memory just happened to me.

Our cat Backup (namesake) has been puking a bit for the past few days, which worried us, because all we changed about his diet was trying some new pet food we got from a friend. We stopped giving it to him, but he kept puking, and he started to take his time eating his morning dry food, only eating his evening wet food regularly.

Today I came home and he had barely eaten any dry food, and there was some puke around (some on my Swimp hoodie :( ), but the cat seemed pretty calm, greeting me and sitting on me. Regardless, I called a pet hospital and decided to bring him over as a walk-in when Anna got home (I can’t drive, my hand’s still busted).

About half an hour later, Backup started to gag and puked up a bit on the floor. I came over to him and put my hand on his back, I felt him tense up, he gave out a low moan, and a gigantic clump of elastic hair ties shot out of his mouth.

There must have been at least ten of them. It was ridiculous. I can’t believe something that enormous could fit in a cat’s stomach… makes sense why he was passing up his dry food. We knew he loved playing with Anna’s hair ties, but were completely unaware that he was swallowing them. They could have been in there for months. Doing a quick search, this might be kind of a common situation with cats.

Sssoooo… I think we’re good now. The cat seems calm enough. I expect his appetite to return shortly. Problem… solved?

Bonus photo! Click here for a gruesome hair tie regurgitation bonanza!

Broke some more bones!

me with bonez

Thought I’d give the longer story here since so many people are curious.

Didn’t get hit by a car this time, but it happened on my bike. I hung a reusable bag on my handlebars and put my U-lock in it, and while riding down a hill the bag swung into my front tire and halted the bike. I flew forward and landed on my face and hands, breaking my right ring and pinky fingers, and fracturing the side of my right hand and a wrist bone.

Anna drove me to the ER and it was plain I got a concussion because I don’t remember the majority of the ride there. But things are fine. No head damage beyond the stitches on my chin and the scrape on my face. Going to see an orthopedist today about replacing my splint with a cast. Still won’t be able to do most two-handed things, I gather, but I’ll just take it slow. Got some pain meds; they work.

Anna has been wonderful as always, hanging out with me this first day and just helping me do what I need to do.