I don’t have many pictures of Lokii when he was tiny! We met and picked him out at the breeder (a woman who had both parents in the house, a house like ours, and we met them both). He was soooo tiny.
Of Piggie Peggy, of course.
Last week there was a dead cat on the side of the road right across from my work. My heart dropped like a lead weight when I saw it, afraid that it might be Piggie: it wasn’t. The poor thing laid there for three damn days before anyone did anything about it.
Strikes one and two against the area where she lives. Busy road, and no one cares about cats.
She has a great fear of cars, but you know anything can happen. She could get chased by a loose dog, or by one of the many many kids that walk past to the school nearby.
Then, there is this. She is SO pregnant. Any day she is going to be a young mom, again.
The problem for me is that I’m off work until May 2nd. She won’t have anyone looking out for her, and she will be looking for me. I’m not going to be there when she has them! Not even nearby! I know I’d likely not see her for weeks while they mature, of course, but I’d still be trying to get a glimpse of her. Her probable ‘home’ is the shed out back of one particular house right on the main road. I’m nearly certain she isn’t allowed inside, as she usually smells of kerosene.
I can say that I’m the only one who shows her affection, because she has learned so well how to get me to love on her the way I want to (don’t sharpen your nails on my leg. No, I’m not going to play with you with my hands). She was very unsocialised before she learned that laps and face-scratches are good things.
Then the last, worst, thought occurred to me. These people don’t get her any veterinary care – what if they are the type of people who also drown kittens? It’s not that uncommon here, disgustingly.
So, I’m seriously tempted to go and steal her away. The problem is: what I would do next? Obviously a vet visit straight away. Then what? We can’t take another cat, especially a pregnant one, into our house. She’s an outdoor cat in any case and would hate to be inside with the dog and two male cats twice her size. Not to mention that himself would kill me, we have enough troubles going on.
The only shelter we have outside would be our shed, which is a disaster of junk, tiny, and none too clean. Not really a step up for her, at all. And not a place for kittens.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I should go and knock on doors to see what the situation is? Offer to help rehome the kittens and get her spayed? What would you do? I know this sense of responsibility is my own fault, for making friends with her. I can’t help but feel that someone has to act responsibly.
This writing about what I’ve read is starting to annoy me already, as I will have several books under my belt before I can be arsed to post. I finished another one today…
I need to tell you about Lumi instead!
He is MASSIVE. Not quite 10 months old, he weighs nearly a stone (14lbs to a stone, so over 6 kilos). He won’t be fully grown until he is a year and a half old. Whoa! I seem to have a little white tiger in my house.
Neko and Lumi being buddies in the sunshine this week. Neko still has her St Patrick’s bandanna on – she loves it. Neko is about 36 kilos (just under 80lbs) so it does help to give an idea of Lumi’s size.
I was off work for a week and a day. When I came back, I searched every day and questioned my coworkers to see if Piggy had been around. All I could learn is that she had only been seen on the first Monday that I missed work – under a car. The weather was terrible the whole time, so it made sense she was sheltering somewhere.
I was back the next week on Tuesday. I looked for her and called for her several times a day – no Piggie. I started to worry, a lot. Did she get hit by a car?
She finally showed up at half five on Thursday, after me panicking for two and a half days!
She had two new big scratches on her nose, which are healing now. Poor girl. She is going to look like a battered old tomcat pretty soon, with the lack of care and not being spayed. Grrr.
Today’s weather was gorgeous. Sunny, warm, calm – just perfect. Of course I went outside for lunch and yes, she came to find me!
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.