Logy has moved into some prime real estate. This is his Vegas condo.

We bought a 100 gallon ice chest for our camping trip. The box it came in was prime Logy real estate. No sooner had I tossed it to the side and it fell over than Logy ran over and got it. Squatter.

We were messing around and put this on Logy's head. He sat like this for several minutes. Normally he swats at things or turns over to knowck it off, but he didn't care about this at all. I think he might have liked it.

Logy is a mysterious and wondrous creature. He has spontaneously become a normal-pancreas-functioning, non-insulin-needing, everyday, (above) average cat.

That's right, folks, Logy is no longer a diabetic. It took seizures, a trip to the all night emergency clinic, and about $700 of hard-to-spare cash to conclude it, but we are happy he is okay.

On Friday evening around 4PM Logy started acting really weird. He was constantly rubbing his tongue in his mouth and sticking it out, as though he had peanut butter stuck on the roof of his mouth. We thought there was something stuck in his mouth that was bothering him, or maybe a cut. He kept up with this for several hours.

Joe fed him and gave him his shot at 9. Around 10 I came downstairs to see Logy walking in circles under the dining table, and he had a long string of drool hanging from his mouth. We were still thinking that he had something in his mouth that was bothering him and maybe he was trying to cough it/throw it up. He seemed fine after that, but kept doing the mouth thing.

Then at 11 he had a full seizure. That was scary. He was on the couch and started convulsing, his legs went stiff and all his fur puffed out. He came out of it wand was completely bewildered, walking in circles on the couch with his pupils as big as plates.

We called the vet and they said we had to take him to the emergency center. They admitted him and did a quick blood glucose test, which came back at 81. It was very low under the circumstances (stress should make the blood sugar spike, not dip) and the vet began to suspect that he suffered from a hypoglycemic episode. That would mean that he had too much insulin and it dropped his blood sugar to dangerous levels.

He was monitored overnight and they worked on getting his blood sugar up, and he didn't have anymore seizures. We picked him up at 8AM and took him to our regular vet for further tests and monitoring. Dr. Thellman said it is possible for cats to spontaneously become un-diabetic, but normally it is related (like in human type 2 diabetes patients) to weight loss. Well, we knew that was not Logy's case. She said they would do a blood work up to see if there were any organ problems and check levels, and they would keep him all day and do periodic blood glucose tests to chart a curve. By 4PM he was still normal and doing fine, so she sent him home. All we can figure is that he is one of the lucky cats whose pancreas starts to check back in.

This is what Logy looked like when we took off his arm bandage. They had inserted an IV and taken blood. From what I understand he fought them in the beginning at lest, so it looks pretty red, but that is from spilled blood. He is actually fine and doesn't have any open wounds.

He looks like he is wearing a glove on that had and has pushed up his sleeve.

We are thrilled that he is "cured," but wish he could have waited a couple weeks or a month later till I had a job and the extra $700 to spare. I have informed him that he is not allowed to switch back. We'll see how this goes.

When we started planning the whole adventure we had to figure out what to do with the cat. This is as close to hiking as Logy would be getting (sleeping in my hiking boot box and lazily watching the birds out back).

Logy doesn't have his second family, MA and Nick or Sally and Scott, here in Vegas. Auntie Kathy may be my godmother, but she's not Logy's and I can't imagine here scooping anything or letting Logy get on the furniture. So we had to look elsewhere for a kitty-sitter.

I found a vet right in our area and they have a nice kennel with kitty condos. Really they are cages but fairly decent sized, and they interconnect. If they aren't too booked up and have the room available they can open the pass-through between a couple to give the cat more room to move around.

So we boarded Logy for the first time. He was a little pissed off at first. We could hear him growling and complaining at the techs when they took him back to do a quick check up. They let us go in the back to see him in his condo. He was mad at us.

He looked away from me and wouldn't let me give him cheek scratches and head rubs. He was pouting worse than a little kid.

Logy dissed us as we tried to say goodbye. I wished the techs luck and told them that normally he is very friendly.

And just like that, we were off...well, we left in the morning, but still. You get the idea.