Well we're moved into the new house. It was pretty crazy, but I'm glad we did it. It's worth it just to have the woods out back for Melly (the dog) to play in and the room to put the rabbits back outside. Hucks doing fine with it, even though I am fretting for no reason over him. He's a hardy little guy. Star knows the routine, and is even bitchier than ever. I think the outside world brought her spunk back or something. This morning when I was feeding them, she lunged at me and made me spill pellets all over the place. I got pretty aggrivated, talk about biting the hand that feeds you. She is beyond territorial, she a killer. VERY cage aggressive. Always has been. I could kick myself for not spaying her, but hell, when I first got her severeal years ago, I wasn't privvy to the idea of fixing rabbits. Shes such a meanie.
The rats are doing good, but my beloved Elsa has developed a mammary tumour. I am so upset, and so is John. She is such a great animal. We let it go on until she started losing nutrients to it. Shes losing weight now, so its about time to take care of the problem and have her put down. I would have had it taken out, but I know how this works. They just come right back. Wasted stress and money.
The cats are loving it. Though Hobbes and Magpie both stressed out pretty bad at first. Hobbes loves going to new places, but he didn't expect or like all the changes with the furniture and other surounding stuff. That freaked him out enough to pee on the floor a couple times, which he never does. And magpie lost a bunch of weight and developed some diarrhea. We took care of dehydration and other issues though, and got some special food for her at the vets, and shes doing better now.
I actually got a new cat as well. We named him Milo. He had a pretty bad cold at first, but he got over it jsut fine. Hes gained his weight back (from being a stressed out shelter cat) and gotten rid of some scabs he had on his backside from what I think was stressful compulsive scratching and over-grooming. Hes an awesome cat. We think hes maybe around 2 or 3 years old. Hes a creamy off white color, with orange ears and face. And awesome blue eyes. Hes beautiful.
Oliver had to find a new home where he could go outside. He was refusing to use the litter boxes no matter what, and as I hated to do that, I have to find a middle ground right now with m lifestyle. The cats have to stay inside, so they also must find a middle ground. I hated losing him, but sometimes that just has to happen for everyones sake.
One of my goldfish, Syd, the long-finned orange and white oranda, got stuck between the tank heater and the wall of the tank about 4 days ago. I found him there in the morning. What had happened was the bubbles from the airstone had gotten pushed right at that spot, probably by the oversized pleco in there, and they had pushed him up into that cramped spot form where he couldn't escape. I felt so terrible, and pushed the heater to the middle of the tank. They like to play in those bubbles, and get lifted up to the surface, so I'm sure thats what he was doing. He looks terrible, and I feel so bad because Im sure hes in all kinds of pain. His scales are gone on almost half of his body, his wens a mess, and his dorsal find is in tatters. I put him in his own tank and am treating him with daily doses of melafix and immune system boosting food. He is improving slowly but surely. He's eating enthusiasticly now, and starting to swim up some while at first he wouldn't leave the bottom. I feel so terrible for the little guy, because they don't make pain relievers for fish. That I know of anyway. But at least he's improving. John thought we should put him down, but I want to try to save him. I think he will pull through, but he will probably never look the same. But who cares as long as hes happy.
It was interesting too, because I dropped the tank's morning feeding in there as I always do, and the other three goldfish wouldn't come to eat. Which, if anyone has ever had holdfish, knows thats completely wack. They are ravenous little shits. They were all acting weird, as if to get me to investigate. So I did, and didn't see Syd, until I found him stuck where he was. When I took him out into his own tank, they started eating. That's pretty neat I thought. Who knows?
Well I need to go let Melly in, she's probably out there chasing all the deer away.