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Update on the kitty situation

Clio's back.

At first, I didn't really believe she was gone; thought she most likely had hidden somewhere because of the fact that there was a stranger in the flat. She's usually quite shy with people. But, she wasn't in any of her usual hiding places, so in the end I had to agree with Caroline that she must have slipped out. We went looking for her, but...no joy. I jammed the door downstairs open, in hopes that she would find her own way home.

Which she did (clever kitty!). At 4:30 in the morning, I heard a scratching at the door, followed by a plaintive little meow. Funny, how you can pick your own cat's meow out of a dozen similar ones...I got out of bed, opened the door, and there she was, the little madam, looking as if butter wouldn't melt! Next time, I won't panic so much. She's definitely well able to look after herself. Not like Leila, who isn't able to find her way out of a paper bag -- literally. Believe me, I've seen her get lost in there.

Not a smart cat, my Leila, and not a very brave one either. She hates being taken to the vet's. Her eyes grow big with fear, her ears go back, her heart starts to race, and she tries to crawl under my coat and flatten herself as much as she possibly can. She doesn't like the vet, who's the nicest, gentlest woman you ever met; and who's never hurt her at all. Except for when she stuck that needle in Leila's scruff the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that. And the time before...but other than that, never.

I'd brought a sample of Leila's urine, so they analysed that. Just as I thought: it was full of blood and grit. Last time, the vet had called it struvite stones, but this time, she called it 'urge bladder'. She explained again that they didn't know what caused it exactly: it could be a genetic defect, it could be a bacterium, it could be the weather...She prescribed bladder relaxants and diet food (the mushy kind that Leila doesn't like), charged me 60-odd euros, and told me to come back for more of this preposterously expensive catfood in 5 days time, as Leila's going to have to be on it for a month at least. She's not to have anything else, except for water, plenty of water.

Which means that Clio isn't going to get anything else, either. My flat's an open plan; there's no way I can feed her anywhere where Leila doesn't see or can't get at it. This morning, I had two complaining moggies at my bedside. Their bowls untouched in the kitchen.

I wrestled with Leila to give her her pill, and came away with only a half dozen scratches, a shaken cat, and a guilty conscience. I then left instructions for Caroline not to give in to the girls' pleading eyes, and shut the door behind me with a sigh.

Sometimes, having cats is very hard.



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Dec. 19th, 2003 02:29 am (UTC)
Glad to hear Clio's back. I'm happy for you. I sort of envy Leila; she has somebody mothering her. There's three sick people in the house right now, including me. We take care of each other, but even though I'm almost 40 with a family of my own being sick to the gills always makes me whimper for my own mother. So yeah, Clio and Leila are very lucky kitties to have you.
Dec. 19th, 2003 03:03 am (UTC)
There's three sick people in the house right now, including me.

Oh no! That's horrible, especally with Christmas looming...Get well soon, all of you!

but even though I'm almost 40 with a family of my own being sick to the gills always makes me whimper for my own mother.

That is so true. I underwent my first ever surgery at age 32. When I woke up in the recovery room, I quickly got annoyed by the moaning git calling for his/her mummy. Turned out I was all alone in the room, and that simpering idiot was me.

Clio and Leila are very lucky kitties to have you.

I can assure you, at the moment, they feel anything but lucky! ;-)
Dec. 19th, 2003 06:08 am (UTC)
I am very glad to hear that Clio is back home, no harm done. I am sure you are quite relieved about that :-)

Yep, having cats can sometimes be hard. I remember going though a fair amount of treatment with my former cats, when one had chronic renal failure and required subcutaneous fluid treatment from me, and a special diet, which the other cat had to eat and which ended up, I think, incuding hepatic lipidosis in her. Max, the cat with renal failure, went on from the age of 13 to almost 17 before failing badly. All in all, though, I'd do it again, and will probably end up with similar situations with the two kitties I have now, as they get older (they're nine and 1/2 now).

Hang in there with them, G - and they'll get used to the new food.
Dec. 21st, 2003 04:25 am (UTC)
This morning, Leila caved...and took a few bites of the diet food. Clio, I'm sorry to say, is still on hungerstrike.

The worst of it is, that I can see why they don't want to eat it. It's almost without colour or texture, has no enticing smell whatsoever, and just looks incredibly bland and tasteless. I feel so sorry for them, and have to keep reminding myself, "You're NOT going to give them anything else. You're. Not.".
Dec. 19th, 2003 06:19 am (UTC)
Hard, but worth the trouble
Glad to hear your Clio is home safe. Poor Leila. And poor you, having to medicate her! My Tilly has had urinary tract infections twice and the two-week long antibiotic treatments really took a toll on both of us each time. Cats and pills are very unmixy things.
Dec. 21st, 2003 04:26 am (UTC)
Re: Hard, but worth the trouble
It's the look they give you afterwards, isn't it? Makes you feel like the worst kind of traitor. ;-)
Dec. 19th, 2003 06:46 am (UTC)
Yay for kitties with survivor instint!

I have one cat that got that and survived. The rest? Sigh. Not talking about that.
Dec. 19th, 2003 09:47 am (UTC)
Glad she's back and OK. Knew she would be.

Cats are fine until they're sick and then they're a right pain. My mum's cat loves the vet, but hates the car. She always does a shit and the vet has to clean it!

Bet getting the urine sample was fun.
Dec. 19th, 2003 01:20 pm (UTC)
Yay for Clio! Glad she's okay.

I hope Leila gets better - poor kitty! And poor you. A few years ago, we had three cats on three different diets. Total nightmare to coordinate. But it's worth it :)
Dec. 21st, 2003 04:34 am (UTC)
I think Leila's already starting to feel a bit better. The bladder relaxants she's on now seem to be helping...as of this morning, there was no more blood.

But what can I say about Clio? After her recent adventure, she's become almost unbearably cocky. She seems to think she's pulled a wonderful stunt, and demands respect for it! ;-)
Dec. 20th, 2003 04:17 am (UTC)
Yeah, we decided to put both cats on the renal failure diet Andy's on. Ben's old enough that it'll probably be good for him as well. I'm so glad you're little wanderer is back home safe & sound! You must have been so worried. :: happy sigh ::

Love the new format of your LJ, BTW.
Dec. 21st, 2003 04:30 am (UTC)
Love the new format of your LJ, BTW.

You do? I'm not too sure of it yet; but I expect I've got virtually all of next week to tweak and twiddle with it. Can't see that there's going to be that many unexpected problems cropping up at work in the last days before Christmas!
Dec. 21st, 2003 06:19 am (UTC)
The combined stress of Christmas and work makes me cuckoo. Good luck to you.

Your boss sounds about as much of a nice guy as mine, which is to say: NOT! Did he finally let you take Leila to the vet?
Dec. 21st, 2003 11:40 pm (UTC)
No, I just took a sickie. Serves him right for denying me those few hours. ;-)

Now we're at loggerheads because I won't give him my home address. I told him HR had those details. He said they won't give them to him. I said: "There's a reason for that. It's called privacy laws."

I just know he didn't ask me for it so that he could send me a Christmas card...
Dec. 22nd, 2003 12:52 am (UTC)
What a creep!

My boss stares are women's breasts as well. Double-creep.
Dec. 22nd, 2003 01:40 am (UTC)

I hate men that do that, talk to my boobs instead of to my face. Makes me very ill-disposed to do their bidding. I would stare at their crotch in retaliation, but I'm afraid that would only give them the wrong idea.

There appears to be something wrong with LJ at the moment. It won't let me update. I hope this will get through...
Dec. 22nd, 2003 01:48 am (UTC)
Yes, I got it.

Re: boob-starers... Yes, I can't think of a proper way to retaliate, so I'm reduced to a fan dance of holding whatever I happen to be carrying over my chest. You'd think the big goof would figure it out, but he's deeply stupid. He's actually been called on the carpet for this very thing, but it appears not to have done a lot of good.

Glad you got kitty in to be seen.
Dec. 22nd, 2003 02:01 am (UTC)
And wouldn't you know it, the minute I decide to mention that I'm having a problem with LJ, it turns around and and chirpilly goes "All done now!"

I'm glad I got her in too; she seems much better already. Still won't touch the diet food, though....
Dec. 22nd, 2003 02:25 am (UTC)
Oh! Just checked out your latest post. You're coming to the US? Will you get to the Midwest? (I know it's not most Europeans first choice, being hot and buggy in the summer!)
Dec. 22nd, 2003 02:52 am (UTC)
I'd love to come to the Midwest. I hadn't made any plans, but... never say never! Problem is, I've got so many outstanding invitations, to San Francisco, San Diego, Chicago and Houston (yes, Houston) that I've never taken up, that I'm afraid I'll get jumped on the minute I leave the safety of the East Coast behind.
But then, faint heart never won anything, did it?
Dec. 22nd, 2003 03:09 am (UTC)
Well, consider yourself invited. Don't be afraid of stories you may have heard that the mosquito is the State Bird of Minnesota -- and stories of them carrying off small children are entirely apocryphal.

As a former San Franciscan, I would say don't pass up a chance to visit there. It's "Everybody's Favorite City." (Yes, it's really called that.) Last night, DH and I were talking about Orange Alert or Defcon 4 or whatever alert we're currently in, and I said that I didn't think the Midwest was much of a target, but if al-Qaida targeted the Bay Area, I would take it very personally. I started to cry as I said it. I think I really did leave my heart there!

Dec. 22nd, 2003 03:56 am (UTC)
and stories of them carrying off small children are entirely apocryphal

Oh that's a shame then, innit?

but if al-Qaida targeted the Bay Area

Call me naive if you like, but I don't think al-Qaida are that much of a threat anymore. I don't think they've got the resources to launch an all out attack anymore -- although these days, every small venture terrorist cell seems to like to put the fear of God in us by claiming to be tied to the network.
Dec. 22nd, 2003 05:34 am (UTC)
I don't think you're naive -- I think GWB wants to be re-elected and it's all "spin." Call me pink, but that's what I think.
Dec. 22nd, 2003 06:12 am (UTC)
Of course GWB wants to be re-elected. He'd have to find a real job otherwise!
Dec. 22nd, 2003 06:18 am (UTC)
Heh. Maybe his brother could steal him another job!
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