Saturday Stuff

Well, friends, this time, I can't even blame my lack of posting on the human! It's a sad, sad day when I can't find a reason for blaming her. I feel like I'm a failure somehow! This time though, it was the fault of stupid blogger who decided it was going to have a crash. It broke itself somehow for days, and deleted our Thursday and Friday posts. How naughty of it! I'm glad it's back, cuz without it, there's nobody to read my writing, and no reason for me to use smacky-paw on the human to make her type what I'm telling her.






Let's see now, what have I been up to? Not much, truth be told, but I've done a few more things that make the human happy. I'm still scratching for love, and got so confident with it that I even scratched Dogman's leg to make him pick me up. It worked wonderfully! He got all mushy cuz I'd showed him I wanted attention, and he loved on me big time. He even sang me some special songs, all about me! you remember we told you that Dogman makes up songs for Stupid Dogface? Well, I started out with just one song, but now I've got three! And all because I scratched for love!





Then on Thursday, the human picked me up for a cuddle. Even though I'm now comfortable with her cuddling my head, and actually quite like it, I never normally look at her or turn my head towards her when she's stroking me. I prefer to keep my eye on other things. Understandable really. Peoples are ugly things after all. On Thursday though, I was enjoying the tickling so much that I suddenly caught myself looking at her so that she could tikcle both sides of my chin at once. As soon as I realised what I was doing, I tried to look away again, but the human kept cuddling, and I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I snuggled my head right under her chin with my face buried against her neck. She really, really, really liked that, but I wasn't so sure. It's a scary thing to put all your trust in a people, even the human, and not be able to see anything else around you. The human lives in hope that another day will come though.





She gave me a different variety of stinky goodness last night, and, true to form, I didn't do more than lick the gravy off it. I threw up this morning though, and there was loads of it. I did this the other morning, but there was a massive great hairball in it, but as I've done it again today, the human's wondering if the hairball was more a bi-product of morning sickness than the actual cause...





Speaking of morning sickness, I have news about the pregnancy possibilities. Admiral, you asked if I had babycats in my tummy. The answer?............ you're still gonna have to wait until monday! Hahahahaha! Remember, dear friends, if it were just you cats reading, I'd tell you in a heartbeat, but I know your peoples sneakily read too, and it's fun to make them wait and sweat!





The human had a meeting with her new work peoples yesterday. I can't remember if I've allowed her to tell you, but the start date of the new job was delayed due to them needing to finalise paperwork and things, and then because of her broken eyes, they needed to do a risk assessment. That's what she went in to talk about yesterday. They'd identified areas where they weren't sure how she'd cope, like mobilising and suctioning patients safely, that sort of thing, and she had to give them the solutions she's used in the past to overcome those hurdles. They say that they need to then take the results to senior management and they would have the ultimate decision. Either way though, we should know by the end of next week. The human doesn't really want to start until my babies are up and grown though, so although she's happy that this is moving forward, she wishes that it had started either sooner or later, cuz starting a new job when there are babycats around is goign to be very stressful for all of us! I'll let you know as soon as she finds anything out though.





Today, the human has made a new game for me. She has wedged two ping-pong balls in between the cushion and the edge of the sofa. If I lie belly down on her knee, I can reach out my front paws and try and get the balls out. As soon as I do, she takes them and puts them back and then I get to whap them all over again. It's an awful lot of fun!





She says I'd better be ready for house cleaning big time today and tomorrow though. She's gonna dust, scrub the kitchen floor, drag out the sucky monster and, horror of horrors, de-fur everything! I know, it's awful! She says she's even gonna de-fur me with a brush so that I can't fur it all back up once she's done cleaning it. how heartless is she! I don't know how I'm going to manage. Anybody got a spare corner I can crawl into and hide? I might even whisper you my secret about the babycats while I avoid the sucky monster!

A Really Scary Halloween

Once again I must apologise for the human's inability to post for me on a regular basis, but this time, she had a good reason. Well not initially I suppose, but the story will unfold.

Dogman came as I told you he would. Thursday was a normal day, but on Friday, the human stayed home from the work hunt. She said she needed to go buy a wardrobe, as the cheap, flimsy one she had collapsed on Dogman's head when he was sleeping on Thursday evening. Well, that's karma. If he'd been Catman instead of Dogman, the wardrobe wouldn't have attacked him!

I felt a bit funny on Friday morning, but I didn't say anything. Believe it or not, I don't want a big fuss made of me when I was sick. There was something wrong with my tummy. When I went in my box to do the do, it was like doing a pee-pee instead, and my yummy tummy was all crampy and sore. I didn't make a big deal though. This happens now and again, and it always goes away.

The human and Dogman went away and were gone for a long time, looking at furniture, they said. While they were gone, I got into real big trouble. My tummy wasn't getting better. In fact, the yucky stuff just kept coming. I made it to the bathroom, but I just couldn't pull myself into the tray on time. I'm ashamed to admit that I had to poo on the floor, and because it was so liquid, it got all over my feet. I cleaned them on the carpet and the blankets on the sofas as best I could, but there was still an awful lot of it left on my fur.

When the human came back, she saw this right away, but, like me, she thought It was a transitory thing and would clear up. She gave me plenty of good food and lots of water and closed me in the bathroom. I didn't like this much. I cried lal night long. I shouted at her. I scratched the door, but she just wouldn't listen. She said she needed to monitor me, and she coldn't do that if I was pooping all over the house cuz she wouldn't find it.

I needed a bath the next day because I just couldn't clean all of the yuck off myself. It was too disgusting! I was still shouting and cuddling the human and being my usual self, so she thought things had gotten back to normal. On Saturday, her and Dogman built a wardrobe and I snoopervised from the back of the sofa. I kept climbing on the human whenever she came close enough for me to do it, and I wasn't feeling too bad.

Dogman left later that evening, and the human went to see some friends. It was during the time that she was out that I really started to feel terrible. When she came back, I didn't even miaow at her to ask her where she'd been, but as she'd left in a hurry, she thought I was just ignoring her. I purred hard when she picked me up, but when it came bed time, I hid under the bed for the first and last part of the night instead of sleeping with her.

The morning found me under the bed again, and now the human was getting worried. She decided to watch me closely that day. I had a bad tummy in the morning, but then nothing else. Now I didn't want food though, and although I was drinking, I still felt really thirsty. Late in the afternoon, I crawled off her lap, plopped onto the floor and vomited the most horrid tasting stuff that's ever been in my mouth. I couldn't face any more after that and went and hid behind the sofa. The human found me crouching there, doing nothing at all. It was at that point that she took me to the vet peoples.

It wasn't our nice man vet, but to be honest with you, I didn't care. I didn't really care about anything any more. I just wanted to not be sick. They examined me, and I'm ashamed to admit that when they felt my tummy, more nasty liquid almost came out of me. It was just so hard to hold in when they were pushing. They said words like dehydration, life-threateningly high temperature, inability to eat, but I didn't even try and understand them. The human got very upset. They said that I would have to stay in cat hospital for the night. They needed to give me what they call IV fluids to save my life.

I wish I could tell you that I didn't want to be parted from the human. It would be the right thing to feel, but I just didn't have the energy to be sad. She made up for it for both of us though. I've never seen her eyes so runny. They took me from her and put me in a funny smelling thing that looks like one of the pens I sit in when I am showing my yummy tummy to judges and winning prizes. I just curled up. They put a sharp, uncomfortable thing in my leg, and that soon got very cold. The nurse said that was because the IV fluids needed to be cool to bring my temperature down. She cuddled me and told me I'd be better soon. There was medicine in there to stop me throwing up and having a yucky feeling in my tummy. I just wanted to go home.

I am still at the cat hospital, and they are still making my leg cold. I have had a little food, and am feeling slightly better. I just want to go home though.

Human note: We really did almost lose Tia last night, and we're still not out of the woods. She has eaten and her temperature is coming down, but the vets are worried about what will happen when they take her off fluids and let her body fend for itself. We don't know the cause, you see. They are running bloods to see if it's viral, but we just don't know. Actually, we do. I've had a call back from the vet. There is no viral infection, nothing to indicate what is going on. They are going to do a full absominal scan on her to see if they can find any internal cause. Apparently she hasn't eaten, and nor will she. I am really worried now. I just want her back. I've authorised the scan, but this is really adding to the bill. We're looking at about £500 already, and I have absolutely no idea where I'm going to find that cash, but find it I will. Please, please keep fingers crossed for her. I need some positive news. I need this not to be something life threatening. With losing Molly in a few weeks, I just can't go through losing my cat as well. I don't know if I have the strength for it.