Friday, February 23, 2019
At 4 a.m. I knew I had to call in sick. My cat had been throwing up. I didn’t know they could dry heave, but my little sweetie pie, cranky pants kitty cat was doing just that. I was exhausted from mouth breathing and blowing my nose into oblivion. Every night for a month, I do this, and the longer it goes on, the more tired I get. Plus my nose has owies inside, and I’m getting bloody noses from blowing my schnoz 8 million times a day. Although I think it is helping to increase my lung capacity.
After letting the office know I wouldn’t be in, I was able to get an appointment for Joy in the morning, and one for myself in the afternoon. Joy was constipated and dehydrated. They gave her fluids and a medicine for me to rub in her ears to help with her appetite. It was clear to the Vet all of this is psychological, because her health is better than her age group in all other ways. I need to keep up the tricks to make her feel like the top cat. Which, of course, she is the matriarch kitty in our home. Maybe by just a handful of months, but nonetheless, she’s the boss (at least my boss … and now I have three … Merry is my mom’s boss).
As always, her favorite part of going to the Vet is coming home. Especially after the new Owner of the Vet’s office rolled around in her carrier: Mr. Kitty. Mr. Kitty is the new rescue for the office, but he totally acts like he owns the joint. At home, we were both exhausted, so she slept on a living room chair in a blanket, and I on the couch. Though I had to get up sooner than I wanted, because, before I knew it, it was my turn to go to the doctor.
Incredibly, I got in right away, and the doctor came in quickly. After asking me thousands of questions and pushing on the sinus cavities in my face where pain was just waiting for a reason to explode, he determined that I don’t have allergies from my answer to three of the questions and the pain in my face, but a sinus infection. Yeah! A couple of weeks ago I went in for overactive bladder. It normally goes away after a couple of days, but not this time! It’s like my new exercise plan is running to the bathroom. Anyhow, I mentioned (well, she heard my nasally voice) the snotty face, and after a few questions, she declared allergies. It made sense to me then. Except that she gave me a list of things NOT to take in order to avoid making the overactive bladder worse that may have reduced the snottiness in my face. So very much fun!
Hopefully, I am now on the road to recovery from being snotty and the owie that is every sinus cavity in my face. Hopefully, Joy is now on the road to recovery as well and will resume eating with pleasure. She’s really struggling with accepting the new kitties. I hope the pheromone plug ins will help, and clearly putting her needs and wants first so she can see her place in my world. We did a slow introduction, and she seemed like she was improving, but clearly not. Maybe she takes after her adoptive mom: Stubborn as the day is long. But even this old lady can be worn down, so hopefully my old kitty will come around too. At least in the meantime, she still has her own room with her own food and her own litter and her own toys. A safe haven.
While I’m at it, I’m very impressed with how respectful the Willow and Poppy are being of Miss Joy and Miss Merry. The new kitties defer to the old kitties. The new kitties love their toys, Merry mostly ignore toys, and Joy has her own set of toys that she loves and drags around. The new kitties have never even tried to touch her toys. No matter the reason, I am glad they are being lady-like as much as possible.
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