Inside Buddy Foster's World
I am pleased to welcome Beau Lloyd to Guest Post Thursday. Beau, or Beau Beau as he is sometimes called, has a special story to tell. He begins today to tell us about his life, and will hopefully visit us again.
Hi. I’m Beau. Beau Lloyd. My people call me Beau Beau. I don’t like it, but I can’t get that across to them. They say it and I stare at them. Big, long stares, into their little people souls. They don’t get it. Anyway, on to the whole point of this little piece.
Those people, they say I have diabetes. I’m not really exactly sure what that is, but I do know that since they have been saying that word, I have been getting things poked into me every few hours. I’ve also started to feel better, so I will put up with the pokes and prods for now.
You see, about three years ago this month I was so thirsty – I couldn’t get enough water. I would lick the bathtub after my people took baths; I would even drink out of the white litter box they sit on. And another thing- I couldn’t stop using my litter box. My people would have to scoop my litter a few times a day to keep up with me. Oh, and I felt yucky…. I was dizzy, I didn’t want to eat my food, I lost weight, and I would cry a lot. Overall I was miserable.
One day my people put me in that cage (it’s awful in there, I scream and cry and hiss), and brought me to ‘the vet’. This vet looked at me and poked me with sharp things. Something was said about blood sugar and glucose and insulin. The number 32 was brought up. Apparently ‘the vet’ says this is a very high number and he would like it to be more like 4 or 6. They brought me home, again in the torturous cage. (This time I peed in it just to let them know, again, that I despise it in there). From that day on life has been different.
My people used to put some dry food in my bowl and just fill it when it was empty. It was good. I liked it. But now- meow, oh, meow- I get wet food! All different kinds and flavours. At first they fed me just one kind, but then I got bored of it, so I stopped eating… they didn’t think that was good. So now, it’s like a fantastic surprise every time I jump up on my table to eat. Will it be grilled or pate? Turkey or beef?
Table to eat you say? Yes… you see I have this little fur brother, Casey. He is a canine. He sleeps most of the day, except when food is involved. He likes to try to eat my food. My people are smart (sometimes) and they put my food on a table so he cannot get it.
It is especially important since the word diabetes has been said about me. You see, if my people think I eat, but the canine Casey gets it before me, I could get very sick. It’s all because of those needles.
Yes, I said it, Needles! Two each day. One in the morning when my people have just woken up from their sleep (well actually I wake them up several times throughout the night by chasing their toes, crying in the dark, and snoring. That canine Casey- he Is even worse. He isn’t even sophisticated enough to use a liter box and insists on going outside to do his business through the night.
The other one is In the evening, right after they put those two things they call ‘children’ in their beds to be quiet. (Ahhh, the peace once they are in their beds).
The needles go in my back, right up by my neck. I don’t mind. To tell you the truth, if my people are rushed, and they forget- I make sure I tell them they forgot. I rub my neck against their hands and cry at the basement (where my food is) until they remember. It usually doesn’t take them too long.
I’m tired, time for a cat nap. I will write again soon about the in’s and out’s of this thing they call diabetes- moments of low blood sugar, what happens when my people leave the house for a long time….There has been so much to learn and experience.
Also, a shout out to Buddy Foster Blagdon for allowing me to take up space on the World Wide Web. (He’s my 1st cousin once removed, you know!)
Note from Beau’s People:
Beau (Beau Beau) Lloyd is a black and white, short haired, indoor cat. He was adopted in Ottawa, Ontario 12 years ago, as a kitten. Beau has moved many times with his people. He currently resides in Torbay, Newfoundland with his loving family: Mom- Jane, Dad- Matt, and siblings –Casey (canine, 10), Charlotte (human, 6), Spencer (human, 2), and 3 fish, all named Bubbles. Beau was diagnosed with feline diabetes in February of 2013, and as he has let you know, he receives insulin injections to help regulate his blood sugar levels. Beau enjoys cat nip, baby slippers, napping and attempting to escape the house.
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