I might finally have it!
I might finally have it!
I’ve rather dropped the Peggy part of Piggy Peggy. She is Piggy now.
I don’t see her every day. Sometimes she doesn’t show up, sometimes the weather is too bad for me to have my lunch outside.
I haven’t updated on her in a while, but she is still my work kitty! She had a patch of missing fur on the back of her neck, which is healing now.
She also had a tick on her ear.
So, I bought her some Advocate. For fleas, ear mites, and worms. I was worried about putting it on her sore neck, but she didn’t mind a bit. I also touched the applicator to the tick, in hopes a direct application might kill it, despite ticks not being on the list of things Advocate is meant for.
The next week the tick was still there, but looking decidedly shrivelled. I left it the first two days, but then I pulled it out with my fingers. I know, I know – a bad idea. But it worked. She has a bare spot now, and another bare spot on her ear from an unknown recent injury. Poor wee thing. I am beginning to think she had no scars because she is so young. As she gets more comfortable with me, she wants to play – sure sign she is just a young one still.
Well, the scars are accumulating. I hate to see it. She felt scabby underneath her right jaw last week, but seems better this week. Hard to see under there, she isn’t terribly keen on looking me in the face, still.
But then. On Friday she learned that she could jump into my lap and get all the love she could stand. I didn’t see her Monday – weather was terrible – but Tuesday she took huge advantage of her new permission to find lap-happiness. She also kept trying to steal my lunch! Piggie for sure.
Today I was met at the door with, “Your cat is outside the office trying to get in.” Oh, hell. By then it was raining but as I went through the office I heard that one cat lady tried to let her in, but Piggy refused, and that she sat outside a partially open window and caterwauled for a while. Oh dear. I found her under a car hiding from the rain. She was so happy to see me, but I had to go to work.
Lunchtime it was still raining but warm. I have a sheltered place outside for lunch on warmer but wet days. She found me, of course.
So – I already created a monster by her looking for me – or attention – outside the front entrance (that I don’t use). It got worse when I went outside at 5:30 and she was waiting. She spotted me from across the pavement and came running, chatting her little call the whole time. Then I went inside. Wow, the screaming. Oh my dog, the screaming! It was like I broke her little kitty heart.
So… I didn’t expect that sort of reaction. What do I do now? I can’t take her home. She’s an outdoor cat, and I have 1/12th the property she is used to roaming. Maybe a co-worker will fall in love?
I’m going to try Ark’s suggestion for making a proper embedded video post.
So far no luck. I do use the app. Let’s save this (hopefully) and try via Safari…
Can’t do it. I’m on the free WP version so it wants me to upgrade to share video.
Oh well. Here is my wee man having a great old time playing with ice in the big dog water bowl.
Now I’ve done all the work, but can’t figure out how to post. Nope, the app is way better.
This is Lumi and Neko having their very first play session!
Neko is trying to play with him like she did with Spot – but Lumi has no idea what is going on or what she expects of him.
I am very proud of them both. Neko is so gentle and always has her lips curled tight to her teeth to make sure she doesn’t do any harm. I do worry about those big feet of hers but she never stepped on him once. And Lumi? Just laid there purring while being poked by a giant dog and being drooled upon. Good wee man, just 8 months old now.
Apologies for my pyjamas being in shot. A Christmas gift and I needed to do laundry… But, I was standing there, refereeing, just in case.
Why am I an eejit? Because I still can’t remember how to embed a video in a post. So stupid me has to do a linky-dink to share this. Doh!
He was very lethargic when we came home from work on the 12th. He had also possibly vomited blood, and had the squitters. I felt his belly and it seemed…lumpy. Not the smooth fat kitten tummy I was used to.
It was a Thursday and well after walk-in hours, but when I rang the vet looking for an emergency after hours number, one of the vets answered (yes, one was still there and answering the phone after 7pm) and when I explained what was going on he said to bring Lumi in. Thank you!
Lumi had just had his nuts off the weekend before, so our worry was that he had accidentally picked up a bug when at the vets, or maybe he ate a plant that disagreed with him (my indoor plants should all be safe for cats, but…), or he ate the rubber band that went missing, or one of the many, many hair ties that iDJ loses, or ate something from the Christmas tree … he is still just seven months old, so who the hell knows what he has been chewing on!
The vet didn’t seem too concerned about the lumpy belly. Which was good. He didn’t want to give antibiotics yet, either – also good in my mind. Lumi did get a shot to settle his tummy and some pills to do the same.
And it worked, for a few days. By Monday evening, he was back to not being part of the household by sleeping upstairs on the bed, not coming to say hello to me or himself, and there was a big, wet, smelly, bloody poop in the litterbox. Dammit.
Tuesday morning I took him to the vet again. The other doc this time, and three young observers. He looked at Lumi’s history, checked and felt him all over, and listened to my concerns. He said that cats don’t normally get intestinal blockages – but when they do? It’s right around Christmas when all the tempting tinsel, etc, is there to nom upon.
He wanted to do a barium run and X-ray my wee man as it progressed through his system, in case there was a blockage or another issue. I was hesitant, having flashbacks of leaving Spot in and never getting him back again. But I agreed in the end.
24 to 36 hours was the estimate for how long this would take! I was sad, hubby was sad. Worst of all, Lokii broke our hearts by walking around looking in all of Lumi’s favourite napping places to no avail. He loves his brother so much.
Next morning at 9am, the office told me that the barium had raced through to his intestines in only 4 hours. Way too fast! But as of yet, no sign of a blockage. I’d have to wait and see, as once it his his guts it slowed right down. At 11:30, they still didn’t want to release him – more X-rays. By 4, they said I could come get him. Of course I left work (I work until 6:30) to go get my wee boy.
He came home with a ‘cocktail’ of medicine. The dreaded Pink Stuff. I can pill a cat with ease, but this gag-worthy pink liquid is nearly impossible to get into a Bengal after they have tasted it once. Twice a day this time! Suffice to say that by now, the meds are gone but I’m still finding pink drool spattered everywhere: I have to wash the couch cover, and probably the curtains.
The cocktail consisted of Betamox (amoxicillin) and Flagyl (metronidazole); both are antibiotics. Also Imodium (loperamide), which is for helping stop diarrhoea and slows down the digestive process. No actual diagnosis, unfortunately. He is also on a dry gastrointestinal specialty food. He was disappointed in it at first, but is back to gobbling it down like a mad thing. We got him gastrointestinal wet pouches last Saturday, and he loves those – as does Lokii!
So far he has been fine, back to his mad tricks. Last night and the night before he projectile vomited food that was very much on its way to being digested (brown liquid basically, not the normal cat puke which is easily identifiable as kibble or treats, etc). Tonight we are on lock down to make sure he gets nothing at all other than the special food. Hope it works.
With Lumi at the vet from 9-4 today, it was prime time to assemble the tree without having to explain every step to him.
Yes, I do that. He wants to know, and listens intently.
I dug all the parts out of the box, looking for the instructions. Oh dear, only one sheet.
Hubby went out with the dog for a walk, and I set to work. It took about an hour, and I only had to re-do one part that I’d assembled backwards.
Ta-da! The old and the new. This is where it will live, right in the kitchen! It is taller than I am (I’d guess 5ft 10in or about 178cm) and very sturdy. I’ve disassembled the old one, and will see if our local SPCA wants it.
I did make one change. There are supposed to be two ‘ladders’ but I only put on one.
I’d recommend this tree, at least for now. Will see how it holds up to how Lumi launches himself onto and off of it.
After ten days off work for the holidays, I wondered if my Work Cat would have forgotten me, or given up on me.
Worries unfounded! Tuesday at lunch, she was right there.
We had an amazing time! I got her on my lap, and the purring was deafening. I put my knit hat on my knees as her claws are super sharp, and she started kneading it. And drooling all over it! Ewww. Cute, but ewww. I have to wear that, Piggie!
She is well fed, despite being a piggie. So we have moved to a new level. Now it isn’t the food she wants, it is the cuddles.
At one point, she gave a big sigh.
If you know cats like I do, you know that meant she finally felt comfortable and could relax for a bit. Shortly before that, we did a nose-bump. She had been fearful to look me in the face for so long! Nose-bump and a happy sigh of relief? What a good kitty.
We finally have our new cat tree. It’s in a box, in bits, and it will be my job to assemble it. Don’t feel bad for me – I truly enjoy assembling flat pack furniture. If I could get a job assembling IKEA stuff, I’d jump on it! First found out I like doing this sort of thing when mom bought dad a new gas grill, and I assembled it in my bedroom. Barely a teen, I think? I love learning how things fit together and seeing where the points of strength and balance are. I’m looking forward to it!
This is what it looks like in the box. Old cheapo cat tree in the background! Poor thing was always too wobbly and prone to falling over. I reinforced it, but Lumi-Zoomie has just about killed it. And I do so hate to see him belly-flop on the 1ft square top and scramble to get his back feet up, too.
I did screw up. I didn’t get the right colour! I meant to get the grey/black one. Dammit. I never buy anything online and effed it up. Oh well – the ‘barney beige’ will set Lumi off nicely, I hope!
Hope this monster fits in our kitchen. We don’t have a corner left to put it in, so this beast will be centre of the room – which isn’t that big to begin with.
I’ll miss the old one – the bottom bit is a cat cave and we called it ‘the moon.’ iDJ would ask me, “Guess where Spotty is?”
“In the moon!” Always. Sigh. Miss him.
Lumi prefers to be up high and has eschewed The Moon, so he will like this one a lot better.
Of course they are still best buddies.
I have no idea if the Electoral College will do the right thing tomorrow. In theory, people like DJT are the reason it was created – of course other people have more sinister theories on why it still exists.
Until tomorrow, then; more Lumi. He has been my go-to-guy when I need hugs and cuddles. Since I last posted about him, he has learned to jump into my arms. This is something I’ve taught my cats for over 13 years. It is pretty easy to do – but kittens get over excited at first and jump when you aren’t asking, or looking, and sometimes it ends in a bloody back or legs. In any case, he and I have a routine now. When I get dressed for work in the morning, he launches himself at me and talks in my ears while purring madly. I have been late to work because he doesn’t want to let go!
He does do ‘bad’ things – the TV is still a target, as are the plants in the bathroom (my gerbera daisies). He broke a Welsh pottery cat I had, but it was by accident. He does parkour, you see, but sometimes awkwardly.
Surprisingly, he hasn’t gone mental on the Christmas tree. I don’t know what it is about how I raise furry kids, but I’ve never had one that treated a tree like a climbing post. We only put plastic baubles or ornaments at the bottom of the tree, so they can remove them and play if they want to. After a week, only three balls have been removed. Lokii is just as guilty of that, in any case.
Zoomed in so not the best quality – but this is where he sits on a Thursday when iDJ is spinning his decks upstairs. Kind of funny – how does he know?
Now, I haven’t put a picture of me up for a while – not since the accidental blogging disaster a few years ago. But I love this picture.
I bought this Wile E. Coyote hat last year, and I love it to bits. Wore it all day yesterday, and made so many little kids smile. Even got a high-five from one little guy.
Hope some cute kitten-ness helps tonight. Those of us who have been literally nauseated since November need all we can get right now. Everyone else? Here’s a cute-ass kitten!
I have a “work cat” now. I’m pretty sure she has a home at one of the houses next to my workplace.
I go outside at lunchtime, weather permitting. I have a cozy spot outside of the warehouse where I can read and relax for a bit. It can’t really be too cold for me here, but too windy or rainy sends me elsewhere.
Two or maybe even three months ago, I had a visitor while eating. A black and white kitty had silently appeared in the parking lot and was watching me.
And it became a ‘thing.’ She was very shy, always snuck into view without my seeing what direction she had come from, and would not get closer to me. But she had a great sense of when my lunch break was.
No kitty love? Good thing I’m persistent, and I do have chicken at lunch every day!
At the end of November, I saw her every day for a week. She finally let me pet her and gave me lots of head-butts and shared some drool. Aww. I started calling her ‘Piggy’ when she got very brave and tried to steal the rest of my lunch, too! Then I decided that was a bit mean, so I started calling her Piggy Peggy.
Once she allowed me to touch her, I looked and stroked her all over, to check her health. She was pretty clean, but had burrs in her tail and some evidence of ear mites (brown goo in the ears). It wasn’t a bad case, however – and no sign of fleas.
During the once-over, I felt her belly and found that she seemed to have mammary gland swelling. Oh no! Could she be pregnant this late in the year? This seemed evidence to me, along with the mites, that she isn’t being cared for in the best way possible. Maybe she was a stray after all, or had been dumped and was surviving on handouts.
I got worried when she went missing for over two weeks. I wasn’t there every day, but I looked for her and called for her whenever I was outside. Nothing. Dammit.
Today, she was back! And instead of silently appearing, she walked up to me shouting, ‘Where have you been?’ I was so happy to see her again. She kept her distance at first, but before long I was being drooled on again.
After eating way too much of my lunch (which she doesn’t bolt down like she is starving, by the way – it’s just really tasty chicken my cats at home go crazy for, too), I got in some good loving and when I felt her little kitty boobies? Smaller! So she isn’t pregnant now, but had a litter in September or thereabouts. While I’m not happy that she isn’t spayed, at least I’m not worrying about her having a litter of kittens in the middle of winter with no shelter.