Guess who’s birthday it is today?
Maxwell has officially turned one.
And this is how he is choosing to spend his big day.
I can’t blame the guy. I’d prefer to spend my birthday much the same-catching up on my sleep.
We are so glad you are a part of our lives, Max. Happy Birthday (said in a hushed tone)!
I have had so many wonderful emails, facebook messages, texts, etc. sent my way about our little Maxwell being sick. He has had us scared for quite some time. Even the doctors were scared. That’s never a good sign.
His white blood cell count was low and he had a 105 degree temperature (apparently, 101 is the normal temperature for a kitty). He was moaning, panting and dry heaving for days. We had to feed him watered down canned cat food with a syringe and he wasn’t stoked about that process. Nor was he stoked about the process of having his temperature taken.
I have the scratches to prove it.
After a visit to the vet on Saturday, an emergency visit at 2am Monday morning and a 9pm emergency visit that same Monday night, we thought we might lose him. There was absolutely no reason behind what was going on in his tiny, furry body.
We prayed. We pleaded. We asked our friends and family to pray.
My anxiety level rose to an unhealthy level and the Lord reminded me that anxiety is not of God. He brought to mind 1 Peter 5:7 which says, “Cast ALL your cares upon the Lord, for he cares for you.”
I resigned to trust Him, to let go of my control, to understand there was no understanding and to rest in my Savior’s arms.
Maxwell is home, resting. We are believing for a full recovery-he hasn’t been declared “healed” by the doctors, but I declare him healed in Jesus’ name. But even if he isn’t, I will trust in my God. (Daniel 3:17 & 18)
We’ve had Maxwell for a little over 8 months. He’s the craziest, most rambunctious cat that I’ve ever owned. He loves to charge at things without a real plan and attack whatever may be in his way.
His blue eyes tend to get him out of a lot of trouble.
I’ve become so accustomed to him screeching around the house at 90 m.p.h., that I no longer think there’s a boogie man in my house at 2 a.m. I know it’s just this guy blowing off steam.
He also rests at 90 m.p.h.. It’s either full-on tackle mode for him or full on sleepy-mode, complete with whisker twitches, weird lip movements and tiny noises as he dreams.
I am fully in love with him-which was hard to do after we lost my buddy of eight years, Cowboy.
I’ve opened my heart to him and can’t imagine my life without this little bugger.
Two days ago, he started laying around and wasn’t eating. He threw up three times and made horrible sounds before he did so. I decided to take him to the vet and we found out he had a 105 degree temperature (4 degrees above normal for a kitten). He then received an antibiotic and a anti-nausea shot, which is presently at work in his tiny little body.
Here’s the thing. I’m going to be real. I don’t know if I can handle doing all of this again. It broke my heart to give Cowboy almost daily IV’s and watch as his body wasted away. Losing him was extremely difficult for me. I didn’t understand why God didn’t heal him. I know God cares, I know he’s faithful, I know he’s good. I still ask “why” from time to time.
I know it’s just a cat to most of you and to the rest of the world, but he’s become my little sidekick. I hate to see him in pain and I miss his rambunctious ways. We need your prayers, blogosphere-him for healing and me for peace and understanding. Thank you!
The kittens have yet to be decorated with anything other than their own fur. I’ve been hoping to find some very chic and hip collars for them, but so far have found only something that reminds me of Blue’s Clue’s pattern.
However, if they do ever escape,Bianca and Maxwell need identifiers. So, Blue’s Clues pattern it was-pink for Bianca and blue for Maxwell.
Maxwell did not like his new collar.
At this point, half of it is in his mouth, locked in his jaw and he can’t seem to figure out what to do with this new accessory.
He flipped…
…and he flopped, in a rather ticked off manner.
Bianca threw herself to the ground and tried using the rug to remove it.
I’m unsure what her real plan was here.
Let’s just say, we’ll see how long term the ol Blue’s Clues collars will be. I think the shelf life may be rather short.
