21 October 2006
Happy Cat, Happy Me
I've gotten nearly nothing done this week, ever since Monday night when my cat stopped eating or drinking and started hiding. This is a cat who loves nothing better than food, water, and good company, so I was immediately alarmed.
Two days later, he puked up some bile and I took him to the vet. He had a high fever, so they kept him overnight for an IV, antibiotics, blood tests, and x-rays. His fever still wasn't down by the end of the next day, but I took him home anyway with a bottle of antibiotics. Nearest they could figure, it was a respiratory infection.
He still refused to eat or drink, and insisted in hiding from me. Who can blame him? I kept peeking into his hiding place with a flashlight, dragging him out while he protested vociferously, then forcing pills and water down his throat and sticking a thermometer up his ass. Poor kitty! He was rumpled, he smelled funny, and he went back into hiding immediately after each bout. For four days he just wasn't getting better, and I was getting discouraged.
So imagine my joy this morning when, peeking at him behind the couch, I found him ready to purr and make cheerful noises at me. Soon after, I was able to coax him into drinking from his favorite spigot, after which he sat and purred about it. Here he is enjoying an open window and showing interest in the birds outside. And now he's dozing in his bed box instead of hiding. Soon he'll be eating again, and romping in the garden with his friends!
In other news, my favorite orchid is blooming.
