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Cats. Sigh.
Jan. 29th, 2013 11:03 pmBright Eyes has a bladder infection. She was just to the "leaving a puddle behind when she gets up from lying somewhere" stage when I figured out she was the one with the problem. Yeah, I knew when she was agitating at me so I picked her up and she was wet. Which left me with wet spots on my clothes and the throw.
Called the vet last night, they phoned in a prescription to the pharmacy in town that does free antibiotics, I picked it up this morning. They offered me my choice of dropper or syringe, I thought I'd try the dropper this time (looked easier to get between her teeth). Turns out the dropper is impossible to dispense fully when there is a savagely struggling cat involved. She's gotten just over half a dose for both tries today. So I got out the syringe I had last time and got it washed up for tomorrow.
She's not puddling now, but she does appear to have some bowel issues. Which, to be fair, she had with the puddling. But it's disheartening.
Also, Dash ran off toward the back yard quickly this afternoon when he usually spends time visiting me as I get out of the car. When I got into the house, I heard cat swearing from the back yard. I went out the back door and there was a New Cat on the patio, under the chair. New Cat was doing the swearing, and I told it to PLEASE not mess with the big guy (Dash is nearly twice its size). I picked up the broom and walked across the deck towards it, and it did run off. Dash went after it, but he seemed to be in "examine and consider" mode, rather than "protect my territory from intruders" mode. New Cat was small, very pretty, very clean and wearing a red collar with a tag, so I am guessing it's with a new renter in one of the apartments in our neighborhood. I hope I don't have to deal with territorial disputes- we've had a good level of detente for the most recent couple of years.
And in non-news, I'm tired, glum and kinda depressed. Retirement- it ain't getting easier.
Called the vet last night, they phoned in a prescription to the pharmacy in town that does free antibiotics, I picked it up this morning. They offered me my choice of dropper or syringe, I thought I'd try the dropper this time (looked easier to get between her teeth). Turns out the dropper is impossible to dispense fully when there is a savagely struggling cat involved. She's gotten just over half a dose for both tries today. So I got out the syringe I had last time and got it washed up for tomorrow.
She's not puddling now, but she does appear to have some bowel issues. Which, to be fair, she had with the puddling. But it's disheartening.
Also, Dash ran off toward the back yard quickly this afternoon when he usually spends time visiting me as I get out of the car. When I got into the house, I heard cat swearing from the back yard. I went out the back door and there was a New Cat on the patio, under the chair. New Cat was doing the swearing, and I told it to PLEASE not mess with the big guy (Dash is nearly twice its size). I picked up the broom and walked across the deck towards it, and it did run off. Dash went after it, but he seemed to be in "examine and consider" mode, rather than "protect my territory from intruders" mode. New Cat was small, very pretty, very clean and wearing a red collar with a tag, so I am guessing it's with a new renter in one of the apartments in our neighborhood. I hope I don't have to deal with territorial disputes- we've had a good level of detente for the most recent couple of years.
And in non-news, I'm tired, glum and kinda depressed. Retirement- it ain't getting easier.
