I did it! And Power of the Paw request, please...

There have been sooo (too) many photos of Mom on my blog lately, so I've resumed control. Don't I look cozy? This chair is getting a new slipcover, so I'm taking advantage of this ratty old throw before I'm banned from my favorite chair. (Actually, the slipcover is machine-washable, so Petey, your throne is safe.)

In the spirit of the holidays, I made good on an earlier post and made a donation to the Irish Guide Dogs for the Blind. As many of you already know, this is the wonderful organization that partnered our pal Clive with Murray, his not-so-little-man. We're so crazy about Clive and Not-so-little-man and their adventures, we sometimes pretend they are our long-lost Irish cousins! If you've been following their blog, you know that finances for supporting the autism guide dog program are dire. They really need our help. So in lieu of sending out cards to our DWB pals, we've made a generous donation. Won't you join us and help give a kid a dog for the holidays this year?

Now we need to rally the Power of the Paw for my catbro Mica.

Mica is a very old fellow - he'll turn 20 in February and I've known him my whole life and he's been a swell big brother. Even when I was a curious puppy, he never said "ssssssssss!" to me.

He went to the vet today because he's had a runny nose since last week before Thanksgiving. Actually, it's just his left nostril and today his eye got runny too. Yucky, stinky, pale pea-green soup colored mucus. The vet says it could be 1.) a simple infection that will clear up with antibiotics (remember his nosebleeds in October ended on their own), 2.) a dental problem requiring he be knocked out and have any rotten teeth removed,) or 3.) cancer in his nasal passage. Mom is hesitant to have him knocked out, as he is a little guy - only 5 3/4 lbs but it feels like more when he walks across your sensitive parts in the middle of the night - and he's so old. She just wants to keep him happy and comfortable and stress-free. The vet mentioned knocking him out so he could get an MRI, but they cost anywhere from $1200 to $3000 and frankly, its not going to change the outcome if it's bad news. Mommy would rather gently help him go join Maui and Moki (our other kittycats) then have him spend his final few weeks feeling fearful and anxious.

SO....please put those paws together and say a prayer for Mica that this is just a simple infection that will clear up this week with his medicine. (Say a prayer for Mommy, too, as she's got to get a full dropper of the stuff into his mouth twice a day! He may be old but he's plenty squirmy.) He's actually been draped over Mommy's right arm the whole time she's been writing this so I know he really wants your best efforts on his behalf, okay?

Thanks everybloggie, we're counting on you one more time!

WEDNESDAY NIGHT MICA UPDATE:

It seems to be working!!! Mica's now had three doses of antibiotics and his nose has stopped running almost entirely and the swelling is greatly reduced. He's been a huge challenge for Mom to get the medicine in his mouth and not all over herself, even when she wraps him up tightly in a towel like a kittycat burrito. So keep sending those healing vibes our way!!!