Monthly Archives: January 2012

Pajama day

In light of the very long week, with all the working and travel and sick kittens, Oliver and I declared today a Pajama Day. We slept in.

We reeeeaaaaally slept in.

When we got up, Obi, Oli and I ventured downstairs. They attempted to convince me they were starving. I reminded them that it was me who fed them at 7 a.m. when they thought they were starving.

So we snuggled in on the couch. When The Boy came back from the store I lost Obi to the more active person. But Oli and I remained.

And remained.

And remained.

At some point The Boy provided dinner. Which wore us out and we had to have a snuggle.

Soon – after the 20th anniversary episode of Absolutely Fabulous – we will venture off the couch. I need to take a shower and change into different pajamas in time to have a nap before bedtime.

Meow.

Eau de Doctor

On Wednesday morning, Oliver and I were off to the doctor. We were lucky to get Dr. Tiffany, who not only witnessed the dreaded Fever of Unknown Origin but is also my friend. Oliver? He was less than friendly.

When my sweet grey kitten doesn’t feel well, he is not exactly polite about having things shoved…places. He’s not a fan of having her squeeze along his leg to see where it hurts, then squeezing it again to confirm where it hurts, then squeezing it again to show me that it hurts. To add insult to injury, she put him on the counter next to a DOG (chihuahuas count as dogs, right? Hee!) while she was taking his temperature in the back room so a little hamster canine saw the indignity.

Luckily, Dr. Tiffany does not take the things she is called by animals personally. After all, they are there because they don’t feel well.

Because we could find a painful spot on his leg – which was not the case last year during the FUO – we were hopeful it was not illness but was an injury. He didn’t have a fever, he ate yesterday, and on Tuesday night he was instigating a Thunder. So we got him a shot of drugs for the pain and I took him home and delivered him to the office condo with some ear kisses. Obi did his part by laying on top of Oliver for nose to tail purr therapy.

The great thing is that Tiffany has a fantastic smelling perfume. I know this because Oliver smells like it now. And, because of the therapy session, Obi smells like it too. I’m glad she doesn’t wear Emeraude. Yuck.

"Sleeping kitten, do not disturb."

This morning, the story changed. When I woke up Oliver was still laying at my feet; he hadn’t moved AT ALL all night. Not even to come lay in my arms under the covers. I nudged him with my foot and he got up. No begging for breakfast. I carried him downstairs where he had two bites of food, used the litterbox and walked right back upstairs to climb into bed.

I started counting the minutes until the veterinary office opened.

My baby does not skip breakfast.

Luckily, we had anticipated – dreaded – that this might happen. Yesterday we both fought against the urge to load him up with antibiotics even though there were no symptoms to indicate it. Because of yesterday’s exam, I did not have to take Oliver back across town to get antibiotics. I called. They filled. I picked up.

Can I just take a moment to put out a challenge? Someone invent tuna flavored antibiotics, okay? This iteration of antibiotic is at least room temperature. It hurts my head that, for 20 years, we’ve been shoving cold banana flavored liquid down the throats of our cats. Because cats? They don’t eat bananas.

Anywho, Oliver seems better this evening. He’s still crabby and Obi is getting scorn from all three of us when he tries to Thunder with his brother. But Oli is on the mend. For now.

Fingers crossed for a wimpy FUO.

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It’s Thunder Thursday! Since I couldn’t post a picture last week, we’ll do two pictures this week. First, is Cousin Eliot enjoying his new cat tree. Must be yummy.

"Needs salt."

The second is Cousin Puck, enjoying the gift that keeps on giving: boxes. This particular box was perfect with enough room for a giant puddle of cat, a large exit and a window. It WAS perfect. Unfortunately, shortly after this picture was taken, the box became a piece of flat cardboard when someone tried to pick up the box with a 20 pound cat in it.

"Finally, a room with a view."

Day one

Today was my first day of self employment. Just as important, it was Kitten Thunder’s first day of having a new work schedule. The problem? I don’t think anyone told them about the change.

In their defense, it has been a weird week. I was home early on Friday. Then, on Saturday, The Boy and I headed off for Christmas part two with my family. We were sneaky about it and Oliver didn’t know we were going until The Boy pulled his suitcase out at the last minute.

We returned last night.

So this morning, when we got up and prepared for work as usual, there was no reason for Kitten Thunder to think anything was different. I had a meeting all morning so I returned at lunch time. Then…I didn’t leave.

Obi stayed with me until I ate lunch and went back to my computer. But, when I was done for the day, I looked around and found I was alone. Hmmmm. I found Kitten Thunder upstairs taking their afternoon naps.

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We’ll see how it goes tomorrow.

On another note, Oliver is limping. Of course he is. Because nothing makes a person feel good about self employment like unexpected expenses ON THE FIRST DAY they don’t have a guaranteed income. Grrr. Let’s hope this limp, if it is the dreaded Fever Of Unknown Origin returning, decides to make a quick exit with just one round of antibiotics.

Keep your fingers crossed for him. And if you hear a haunting sound coming from our region tomorrow at 9 a.m., it is us…taking a c-a-r to the v-e-t.