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tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-12-29 10:31 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-12-29 10:31 pm
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My cat is very sick. She's been barfing and pissing uncontrollably for the past week or so, and won't eat so the vet gave her a feeding tube that goes directly to her stomach. Tube feeding is messy and unpleasant, although it does provide a way to give meds that is NOT through pills. But anyway.
Last night, perhaps, or maybe today, the incontinence problem got worse and she started shitting all over everything. Mom locked her in the bathroom with her cat carrier--which she sometimes crawls into when distressed--food, water, a litter box, and some easily washable towels, opened the window slightly to give her some fresh air, and generally tried to keep her from being too freaked out while still keeping her in a place where she could be easily cleaned up after. We decided all was stable, at least for the moment, and went out to do some errands.
When we returned, we were carrying groceries in from the car when the cat--yes, the very same cat that we had locked in the bathroom two hours earlier--trots out of the bushes and in the open door. We gape. We freak out. We go into the bathroom to make sure it's not her evil twin or anything. We find the bathroom empty, the window still open, with the screen ripped at the bottom. The window was opened no more than six inches and probably more like four, and the screen had not exactly been falling out of the window; furthermore, it was a two-story drop out the window straight into a bush.
The cat, though she's back in the bathroom now, looked exceedingly smug all evening. Perkier than usual too, and her fur, which had been getting pretty nasty with lack of grooming, was still greasy but somewhat thicker and glossier. Her name is Mischief; she lives up to it. After seeing what this little outdoor adventure did for her, we have determined to cover a large dog crate with chicken wire so that we can take her outside without worrying about whether she'll get lost or run over by one of the cars on the boulevard behind the house. Not exactly the same, but hopefully it will help her get better.
(Oh, and I have discovered that if you come into Drivers Ed wearing headphones, the instructor doesn't care whether you take them off or not. Ahhh, iPod bliss. I might survive this after all.)
Last night, perhaps, or maybe today, the incontinence problem got worse and she started shitting all over everything. Mom locked her in the bathroom with her cat carrier--which she sometimes crawls into when distressed--food, water, a litter box, and some easily washable towels, opened the window slightly to give her some fresh air, and generally tried to keep her from being too freaked out while still keeping her in a place where she could be easily cleaned up after. We decided all was stable, at least for the moment, and went out to do some errands.
When we returned, we were carrying groceries in from the car when the cat--yes, the very same cat that we had locked in the bathroom two hours earlier--trots out of the bushes and in the open door. We gape. We freak out. We go into the bathroom to make sure it's not her evil twin or anything. We find the bathroom empty, the window still open, with the screen ripped at the bottom. The window was opened no more than six inches and probably more like four, and the screen had not exactly been falling out of the window; furthermore, it was a two-story drop out the window straight into a bush.
The cat, though she's back in the bathroom now, looked exceedingly smug all evening. Perkier than usual too, and her fur, which had been getting pretty nasty with lack of grooming, was still greasy but somewhat thicker and glossier. Her name is Mischief; she lives up to it. After seeing what this little outdoor adventure did for her, we have determined to cover a large dog crate with chicken wire so that we can take her outside without worrying about whether she'll get lost or run over by one of the cars on the boulevard behind the house. Not exactly the same, but hopefully it will help her get better.
(Oh, and I have discovered that if you come into Drivers Ed wearing headphones, the instructor doesn't care whether you take them off or not. Ahhh, iPod bliss. I might survive this after all.)
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My cat...she's the one who will go out in the middle of a rainstorm and come back in an hour later, looking like a drowned rat and gives us this look that said, "YOU KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?!"
That and, she likes to bite in the middle of the night if you don't pay attention to her.
So what do you think is wrong with her?
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