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...Thank you, Mister Twain.
Hexapuma went to the vet yesterday because Steve found blood where there shouldn't be and a PumaCat in the immediate vicinity. The vet said he couldn't find any overt signs of illness and would need more evidence -- we do, after all, have two other cats in the house.
This morning, Hex was (early) Caught In The Act. We rose, had coffee, had more coffee, had breakfast, called the vet and was told to Bring the Cat in NOW.
So I did that.
The trip in was uneventful; the doctor's visit slightly fraught. A shot was administered, pills were dispensed. We need to figure out a way to get Hex to drink more water. He likes to play in the cat fountain and to suck the water off his toes, but I'm really not sure you can get enough water that way. A suggested ploy was wet food with a dash of salt added -- anyone tried this?
Anyhow, on the way home, Hex got messily and spectacularly sick all over the cat carrier. I pulled over into the parking lot of a deserted business, bent down to open the door of the carrier -- and my silver crescent became entangled in the gridwork of the door. The chain fastens (I should say fastened) with a magnet, which I thought would let go, but -- it was a good magnet. The chain broke, instead.
I fished Hex out of the cat box, put him in the front seat, the box in the back, found the moon, at least, among the gravel and grass, got back in the car and started up. Hex climbed into my lap and so to home, where we both now lie exhausted. I need to get up in a sec and clean out the cat carrier, and do some other chores. Then, I guess I'll go back into town and see if I can buy a silver chain.
Hexapuma went to the vet yesterday because Steve found blood where there shouldn't be and a PumaCat in the immediate vicinity. The vet said he couldn't find any overt signs of illness and would need more evidence -- we do, after all, have two other cats in the house.
This morning, Hex was (early) Caught In The Act. We rose, had coffee, had more coffee, had breakfast, called the vet and was told to Bring the Cat in NOW.
So I did that.
The trip in was uneventful; the doctor's visit slightly fraught. A shot was administered, pills were dispensed. We need to figure out a way to get Hex to drink more water. He likes to play in the cat fountain and to suck the water off his toes, but I'm really not sure you can get enough water that way. A suggested ploy was wet food with a dash of salt added -- anyone tried this?
Anyhow, on the way home, Hex got messily and spectacularly sick all over the cat carrier. I pulled over into the parking lot of a deserted business, bent down to open the door of the carrier -- and my silver crescent became entangled in the gridwork of the door. The chain fastens (I should say fastened) with a magnet, which I thought would let go, but -- it was a good magnet. The chain broke, instead.
I fished Hex out of the cat box, put him in the front seat, the box in the back, found the moon, at least, among the gravel and grass, got back in the car and started up. Hex climbed into my lap and so to home, where we both now lie exhausted. I need to get up in a sec and clean out the cat carrier, and do some other chores. Then, I guess I'll go back into town and see if I can buy a silver chain.
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Date: 2009-07-17 02:31 pm (UTC)So while you can't make a kitty drink more water, you can get more moisture into them, and heaping tablespoon of pumgert a day keeps the hard poops away. (Any needed pills get crushed up in the side serving of 1/2 teasp. of tuna, because we HATE pills too, but tuna is a TREAT and would never have anything bad hidden in it.)