Just a simple Caturday here in SW Missouri. The sun was out and Honey and Alice were soaking up some warmth. Alice is feeling much better, thank goodness. Kitty is feeling much better too but declined to come out for our little photo shoot this morning.
“What the heck are ya lookin’ at, maw?”
“I feel that wind blowing through my fur… Wait. No. I forgot maw shaved a lot of my fur off my backside cuz I was a matted mess.”
Smokie loves being out in the catio. I think she was “looking” for me. I asked her if she knew where she was, and Dad in all his silliness says, “She’s in the jungle baby!” If you don’t get the song reference then you need more rock music in your life!
Jack, well Jack is out and about. He gets to go outside the catio during the day. He was half wild and used to being outside when I adopted him. As I write this, I realize it’s almost dark out so I’d better get him inside.
A little, fat, hairy ass spider just ran up the wall and back down again, never to be seen until it scares the crap out of me crawling up my leg or some other body part. Yay.
Aaaaaagh. It has been a couple of hectic weeks and I’m glad things are on the mend.
Last week, Kitty got sick and I took her to our primary vet. I’ve had about all I am going to take from that clinic! Poor Kitty was confined to her carrier from 11am Thursday to around 1pm on Friday when I finally got her home! I was livid. I even sent extra bedding so she would have a little bit of home. Did they use it? Nope. That poor cat sat in her own urine for all that time. She was traumatized to the max. I will most likely never be able to get her in a carrier again. EVER.
Her blood work showed she is pre-diabetic, so all of my furbabies are on a diet and their dry food is being limited. I still think there’s something else going on to cause blood and mucus in her stool but what the hell do I know? They gave her meds for worms and other parasites….which I told them I could not give to my cats because of my pain and mobility issues. That was the reason she stayed overnight. When I picked her up they handed me a bottle of liquid medication for parasites and told me there was 4 more doses left. That pissed me off because they didn’t tell me there would be more than one dose! The whole reason for her staying the night was so THEY could give the meds. (If I had to take her home right after they gave the meds, she would have thrown it up on the drive back.)
Then on Saturday, poor Alice was sick again. A few weeks ago she had the sniffles and the sneezies but it went away after about 5 days, as cat colds normally do. Well, it came back again and she just wasn’t eating or drinking much. Monday, I tried to call our secondary vet (more expensive) but they were booked up until this Saturday. I called a few other vets, but they were all booked up as well. Out of desperation, I called our primary vet but she was booked until this Friday. (Phew!)
The last vet I called got us in on Tuesday, cost a little more, but was the best vet I have ever encountered in my life! First off, the facility didn’t smell like it was a veterinary clinic. No dog smell, cat smell, disinfectant smell, medicine-y smell, no nothing. They have these awesome odor eliminating candles! Of course, I had to buy one!
The receptionist was very friendly. It was Alice’s turn almost right away. The vet was a very caring and gentle woman, who brought her assistant in to help. She was also very kind and gentle. She made Alice feel very secure and safe while the vet was checking her out. The vet told listened to her lungs to check for an upper respiratory problem. Turns out it wasn’t in her lungs, it was in her sinuses. They gave Alice subcutaneous fluids to hydrate, and a long-acting antibiotic injection. She understood that I had issues giving oral meds. I knew the injection would be more costly but it was worth it. In fact, paying more for everything at this new place was worth it! We have ourselves a new vet!
Alice is feeling much better today. She finally has her appetite back! She’s eating and drinking better and not sneezing as much. She’s back to her old self again! Now, to keep an eye on Kitty…who was just snoring like crazy beside me…hopefully, she’ll not have any more symptoms but if she does, at least I will feel more at ease about taking her to this new vet! (That is IF I can get her into the carrier.)
Oh, and that little, fat, hairy ass spider just found his way up my leg, just as I suspected he would! I squealed a little and brushed him off. He took off and went back from whence he came. I’m sure I haven’t seen the last of him!
“Kitty” is her name, yes. She’s 12 years old this month! She’s not feeling well so she has to go to the vet tomorrow for an overnight stay. She’s never been away from home like this so I’m sure she’ll be scared. I’ll worry about her all night long, but it can’t be helped.
This morning I noticed a little blood and mucus in her stool so she’s going to have some blood work done, and be given a couple meds as the first round of treatment. Hopefully, that’ll be the end of it and she can come home with a clean bill of health. I’m praying for the best but preparing for the worst. I’ve lost 2 elderly cats since Feb. 2017, and Kitty is no spring chicken. Losing my furbabies is hard as hell.
I may be taking some time off of my blog and social media to take care of Kitty and tend to other things. There’s a lot going on this month. Details later! I’m feeling the stress already and by month’s end, I’ll be in a straight jacket! Hahaha!
Last night, I was brushing my teeth, preparing for bed. In the bathroom, I turned on the hot water, not the cold. It’s a habit I (we) can’t seem to break. We live in a very old house, so in the winter we leave the water running just a trickle so the pipes don’t freeze up at night. We place a plastic cup over the cold water knob so not to forget and shut it off! It’s a real bitch when the pipes freeze! So, we got into the habit of just using the hot water.
I turned on the hot water, and for about 20 seconds the water runs ice cold. I’m brushing my teeth and leaning over the sink. The water starts to run warmer and then all of a sudden a HUGE cricket jumps straight up out of the sink strainer! Scared the bejeezus out of me! The water must have become a little too warm for Jiminy Cricket!
I turned off the water and tried to scoop the little BIG guy up and he wasn’t being very cooperative! He kept jumping, from the sink to the counter, counter to sink. He jumped to the floor. He jumped on my leg. He jumped back to the counter. Crazy little BIG guy! I was just trying to save his life. He didn’t know the dangers that await little critters in this house! With 5 cats, prowling for mice, Jiminy wouldn’t have made it out alive.
Jiminy finally jumped back to the floor and disappeared into the crevice under the cabinet. There was no rescue for him in sight now. He was on his own. Poor little BIG guy!
I expected to find a mangled cricket corpse laying on the bathroom floor this morning. My furbabies love to play with crickets! They don’t eat them because the legs get stuck in their throats. They learned that the hard way. I guess they didn’t find him last night.
Anyway, I’m sure I haven’t seen the last of Jiminy Cricket!
My name is Alice. My day starts bright and early, with running back and forth across the house and in and out the cat door to the catio. I’m so glad Grampa and that other guy built the catio! I’m happy there’s a little door just for us! Can you believe it? We can come and go to get fresh air and see scary critters outside without actually being outside! It’s so fun! But not so fun when the scary dog-like monsters howl in the night. That’s scary as hell.
My friend, Jack sometimes runs in and out with me, but the others just sit and watch us as we dash by. Jack is my friend. When he first came here, he was mean and I didn’t like him. But Mom broke him of that nonsense with that green vest she made him wear. I laughed at him, from around the corner of the room of course. Then when I knew he wouldn’t chase me, I was all bad ass like, “Come at me, bro. You’re not so scary now are ya?”
When Jack and I are running through the house at daybreak, I hear Mom holler from her bedroom, “What the hell are you guys doing out there?” Sometimes she just yells, “Knock it off!”
What’s a cat to do? I get bored. I sleep all day and when Mom and Grampa are sleeping, they expect us to be quiet? Seriously? It’s their own fault for sleeping when it’s time to play! What’s wrong with them, anyway?
Today, they are leaving the house for an afternoon of what-I-don’t-know but Mom has the nerve to put me in charge! ME!? Doesn’t she know I want to sleep during the day? She expects me to keep the others in line? Ha.
So, off Mom and Grampa go. I hope they’re back in time for dinner. I hate when they feed us late. Especially when I have to listen to Honey Bear bitch and moan about it. That cat is always hungry! She’s a hefty broad, too! Mom says she weighs 17 pounds! I don’t know what pounds are but Mom says Honey Bear is the heaviest cat she has ever seen. She’s a WHOPPER!
Smokie just peed on the floor. Good thing Mom puts puppy pads down next to the litter box and it’s really, really a good thing that Mom doesn’t blame me. Since I’m in charge and all. I keep telling Smokie, “You poop in the box, why can’t you pee in it?” She tells me to STFU. “I’m blind, too. What do you expect?” It’s just an excuse. I’d like to kick her ass. I guess that’s what happens when you get old. Mom always says she’s getting old, too, just like Smokie. I hope SHE doesn’t pee on the floor!
Kitty sleeps the whole time Mom and Grampa are gone. I never see hide nor hair of her. Good thing, ‘cuz Kitty is kinda scary. She always slaps at us if we get too close. She growls sometimes too. I’m just glad she’s not too mean to me. She’s kind of friendly when she’s sleeping next to Mom. That’s when I squeeze between them to keep warm when it’s really cold. It’s been cold for a long time. What’s with that anyway?
Mom left Jack outside while she’s away. I don’t have anyone to play with. I get so bored. I miss Fuzzy and Korn. They liked me. They played with me and cuddled with me.