Monday, February 28, 2011

Spike

Spike isn't feeling well.

It started last Thursday? Friday? with the appearance of a wound on his face, above his right eye, below his right ear. We're not sure where it came from. He's either outside in the kennel or in the house. It's not the kind of injury sustained from a spat with his siblings. It's possible he was stung by a bee or fire ant (the bees are out and about, and there are some ants trying to make a nest around the kennel, though I keep trying to discourage this).

As usual, cats being cats, they'd rather worry the wounded places to pieces, rather than leave them alone. If one of the girls isn't licking it, another one is doing same. Putting anything topical on it only results in him washing at it excessively. That has made the wound bigger- a scabby, bald patch about the size of a nickel. Now that it's scabbed over and healing enough that we don't feel the need to medicate it, he's acting as if it bothers him, squinting his eye, ducking his head...

Come to think of it, I noticed some odd "freckling" on his nose the day before this began. I wonder if maybe he really did get bitten by ants- more than a few times?

Anyway, yesterday he threw up after eating his dinner. Not unusual. At least one of the cats does this almost weekly. Spike, in particular, because he swallows his food whole. He did go through the motions of vomiting earlier that afternoon, before he was to be fed, so nothing came up because his tummy was empty. That happens, too. Stomach acid builds up in an empty tummy and becomes unbearable.

This morning he threw up, but, again, as his tummy was empty from not digesting his meal the night before, it was just fluid. I couldn't tell if it was just digestive juices, or water, but he drank a bunch of water after that and kept it down so...

I just kept an eye on him all day. He mostly sat in the same place and dozed. He's responsive. He likes attention. He eventually walked to the back door and expressed an interest in going outside in the kennel with the girls. He was NOT, however, his usual, pain-in-the-ass self. He didn't sit at the pantry door all day, demanding someone feed him with his incessant meowing. He didn't follow me everywhere, demanding to be taken outside with his incessant meowing.

DH didn't see any of this until he came home this evening, so he's pretty worried. Particularly after he fed the cats their daily rations and Spike ate half of it and threw it up. Spike seemed the same to me when I got home from the gym. Still sitting in the spot he's warmed all day, responsive to petting and attention. He even got up and raced to the kitchen with the rest of the crew when I got out the can of whipped cream (everybody likes to have a taste). He didn't eat any, but he was definitely alert and interested. I gave him a teaspoon of plain, homemade yogurt later, and he sure perked up for that! I gave it to him for the good bacteria in it. We're thinking that his constant washing of his wound maybe gave him a bacterial infection. Plus it will coat his tummy. He's kept it down, so I guess we'll just continue to watch him. All of the cats are due for their annual vet visit next month so if we have to take him in it's no big deal...

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Dear Spike,

Cats have 432 taste buds.
This is 1/3 the amount of taste buds that dogs have.

Cats cannot taste sweet things. They do not possess the receptors or taste buds necessary to recognize "Sweet".

Explain to me again why you refuse to stay out of the kitchen, are constantly underfoot when cooking, getting yourself stepped on, tripping me, pissing me off and scavenging on the kitchen counter the minute I walk out the front door?

You opportunistic little shit! You SUCK!

Saturday, November 28, 2009

What do you get when...

...you leave town at noon on Wednesday, returning home Friday evening after having only left four cats at home for the requisite two days that they have proven they can be left unsupervised without causing global chaos (three days is just too long; they are also well-versed in staying home alone and have done so successfully for the 8 years they've managed to remain alive)?

Some feline genius decided it would be just brilliant to attempt to leap to the top of the washing machine.

This great feat involves navigating a few obstacles-
like the two cat crates resting atop a towel atop the washing machine,
and the laundry basket of dirty towels stacked on top of that (because there is just no space in this 600sq. ft. apartment, and stuff has to be piled somewhere, and the utility close is it),
meanwhile the litter box is on the floor in front of the washing machine, and the dryer (piled with other stuff) is behind that.

Thus, the attempted leap resulted in some feline genius grasping frantically at the towel at the bottom of the stack, which resulted in pulling everything down, where it all landed atop the litter box.

Where do you suppose they pooped and peed after that?

They're so brilliant they attempted to continue to pee where the litter box would be, under all that stuff.

One cat's bowl was also broken in the process.
Once upon a time I had four porcelain cat food bowls that were made to match my dinnerware.
Over the years, hasty, greedy bastards have knocked these bowls about, resulted in a few chips and cracks.
If only it were one of the damaged ones that was broken in half during the Great Thanksgiving Utility Room Avalanche of 2009, but noooo! They had to go and break the pristine one.

And then while I was cleaning up the mess and attempting to kindheartedly feed the bastards, even though I felt they deserved NO DINNER WHAT SO EVER!, somebody though that it was a good time to climb up my leg, causing me to drop and break a second bowl.

At this point, I was tempted to begin hurling pottery at any furry creature under knee-height.

In my opinion, if we're down two bowls, we need to rid ourselves of two cats.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Top 10 Reasons to Adopt a Black Cat

Top 10 Reasons to Adopt a Black Cat
Courtesy of Web of Life Animal Outreach, Chesapeake, VA

10. You'll save $$ on their Halloween costumes.

9. You can always find them in the snow.

8. Holding a black cat is very slimming.

7. Black cats will match any décor.

6. A lint brush isn't required for a black-tie affair.

5. When you love a black cat, luck is on your side.

4. Black cats are like onyx, a beautiful gem.

3. Hey, they don't care what color YOU are!

2. Love knows no color.

And the No. 1 reason to adopt a black cat......

They are the least likely to be adopted.

(Happy Meow-lloween!)