Ten Things..... Frank edition!!

Here are a few things you may not know about my Frizzle Dizz.......

1. I don't know his true age. And, truthfully, I can't remember what year it was that I adopted him, it was either 2003 or 2004. When I adopted him the feral cat clinic estimated his age to be around 5 yrs old. Sooooo.....doing some math, he's about 11 or 12 yrs old now. He's getting geriatric, for sure, he's starting to get that old cat body....kinda skinny, can't jump as high as he used to......

2. Frank is actually quite small. Like only 8 or 9 pounds. He makes up for his lack of poundage with his flooftastic fur coat.

3. His top coat is black, but his undercoat is like a dark chocolate brown color.

4. He wears white gloves on his front paws and white socks on his back legs.

5. He loves it when people come over to the house to visit. He's a very curious little guy and loves to say hello to everyone and get some pets.

6. His favorite spot to sleep (at the moment...) is under the bed on his red checkered mat. When he's not downstairs, I know I can find him upstairs napping in his favorite spot.

7. We have lived in 5 different houses together..... Loft in the U-district, Ballard house on 27th Ave NW, California, Ballard house on NW 83rd St., and current Ballard house. Apparently we *really* like Ballard.

8. I love that he free feeds. I can leave him for a couple days and not worry about him scarfing down his entire food bowl as soon as I lock the front door.

9. He LOVES french fries and tator tots. LOVES them. And cheese. He doesn't really like canned cat food. He likes the juices in canned food, but he could care less for the actual chunks of food.

10. Frank absolutely loves to be brushed. This is the ONLY time he'll let me come close to touching the underside of his belly--and even then it might only be for a few seconds... :)

Geebers, Out!!!

I'm back!!! Yep, this month hasn't been the best month of my life, but I'm alive and doing well, and that is all that really matters :) So, as most of you are aware from a previous post, I had, let me repeat, HAD, a gall bladder packed full of stones. As of Sunday, April 18th, I no longer have a gall bladder. Hallelujah!! Long story short, I had been pretty much out of commission the first few weeks of April. I had the consultation with the surgeon on April 8th, and made the appt for removal of said Gall McBladderson for April 20th. About a week or so before surgery I had another "attack".....except this time my friend Vomit McBarfington entered the picture. Not good. Then a few days before surgery I had another "attack"..... My body at this point was totally angry and it was getting rid of my gall bladder somehow. Casey ended up taking me to the ER Saturday night, and sure enough, my blood work and abdominal ultrasound confirmed that Gall McB was infected and inflammed. So they yanked the sucker out on Sunday, April 18th. Whew!!! So glad it is over!!!
I've been resting at home the past week or so, hanging with my mom, Milo, and Frank. I have 5 tiny incisions, 3 being less than one centimeter in length, and 2 that are about an inch long. The incision near my belly button was by far the most painful incision. Big ups to all you ladies out there that have had C-sections.....I was thinking of you all while I was cringing in pain from my tiny, 1 inch, belly button incision.....I can't imagine the pain of a C-section, not to mention having to also feed and get to know a new born baby at the same time!! Anyway, all the incisions are looking good, and I'm slated to return to work in a couple days. This whole thing was a process, and I am extremely thankful to be through the worst of it!! Knock on wood.

For those of you keeping score.....that is Zombies: 1, Gall Bladder: 0. Thanks to my intern for the zombie graphic! And Kim for the Geebers, Out!