My feisty old ladycat update (long)

On Fri, 4 Jul 2008 01:40:52 +0100, "Christina Websell"
wrote:

Dang me if this cat won't be the death of me! My nerves have been in shreds
lately what with her having to be hospitalised a few weeks ago, recovering
slowly from that, going missing and me doing all the climbing over fences
searching, getting found and going downhill again with no appetite, return
to TED for injections with warning of days to live, pooing all over, return
to TED, have a slight difference of opinion, get poo meds that he is
confident I won't be able to give, spend all my spare time cooking things
she *might* want to eat and trying to get her to eat them and hide the meds
somehow.
I feel worn out and exhausted.
HOWEVER!! I think it's all been worth it. She stopped having diarrhoea
about 36-48 hours after I managed to get a bit of her crushed tab into her
somehow twice a day. TED prescribed a quarter tab but looked at me out of
the corner of his eye and said "well, maybe a bit less.." I doubt he has
seen such a small adult cat.
I've stopped giving her the tablets today because we have seen no poo at all
since it all settled down. I don't want the opposite problem.
She is eating as well as she did before. She's had two meals of catfood
today (although she did leave a bit of it and begged later for chicken,
which she got.) She feels so much heavier already when I pick her up and
less frail.

I read each and every post everyone sent and appreciated every one. Some
suggestions I could not do, we do not seem to get baby food here that is all
meat, for example. I got her some baby food last time, the best I could do
was "vegetables and turkey" which she raised her eyebrows at and said "you
are joking, aren't you?"

KFC is sitting on the arm of the chair next to me as I am typing this and
keeps headbutting my hand and rubbing her cheeks on the keyboard. She almost
never bothers me when I am on the computer.
Maybe she is trying to say" thank you to you all for my purrs and prayers."
She is purring up a storm herself. This is not a dying cat any more.
Now all I need to see is a nice firm poo in the litterbox and I will say
she's fooled us all again, (including TED) ;-)
Fortunately I will not need to be admitted to a psychiatric ward as I
already have a counsellor provided by my employer when a manager nearly
bullied me into oblivion. It was his bad luck he came on Wednesday and got
a whole month's worth of Kitty Farmcat;-) He is a very nice man and has a
cat himself.

Tweed


I am very glad to hear that KFC is doing better. In human years, she
must be about 110! This is very good news, indeed.

I hope her appetite continues to improve, and that you get to enjoy the
summer with KFC bothering you for scritches, very frequently.

You have worked so very hard for KFC, when many people would have given
up.

I admire and respect your devotion to your dear KFC.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ ^..^
"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

Every day is a treasure with Kenzie; I try to treat them that way. There
will only be so many, and then there will never, ever, be any more.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein

Christina Websell wrote:
KFC is sitting on the arm of the chair next to me as I am typing this
and keeps headbutting my hand and rubbing her cheeks on the keyboard.
She almost never bothers me when I am on the computer.
Maybe she is trying to say" thank you to you all for my purrs and
prayers." She is purring up a storm herself. This is not a dying cat
any more. Now all I need to see is a nice firm poo in the litterbox and I
will
say she's fooled us all again, (including TED) ;-)
Fortunately I will not need to be admitted to a psychiatric ward as I
already have a counsellor provided by my employer when a manager
nearly bullied me into oblivion. It was his bad luck he came on
Wednesday and got a whole month's worth of Kitty Farmcat;-) He is
a very nice man and has a cat himself.

Tweed

Keeping those purrs coming for our feisty old ladycat. Stop scaring your
mommy, KFC!

Jill

wrote:
Christina Websell wrote:

Dang me if this cat won't be the death of me! My nerves have been
in shreds lately what with her having to be hospitalised a few weeks
ago, recovering slowly from that, going missing and me doing all
the climbing over fences searching, getting found and going
downhill again with no appetite, return to TED for injections with
warning of days to live, pooing all over, return to TED, have a
slight difference of opinion, get poo meds that he is confident I
won't be able to give, spend all my spare time cooking things she
*might* want to eat and trying to get her to eat them and hide the
meds somehow.
I feel worn out and exhausted.
HOWEVER!! I think it's all been worth it.

I'm so glad to hear that she's doing better. And even put on a bit of
weight! She might be the death of you, but I'm starting to wonder if
*she* might be immortal.

LOL, I'm wondering the same thing. :~)

kili

snip

Glad to know my nursing skills are working. Will you and KFC be
needing me any more?

Kitty Schottland, Age 18
Official Nurse Cat Of RPCC

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
Dang me if this cat won't be the death of me! My nerves have been in
shreds lately what with her having to be hospitalised a few weeks ago,
recovering slowly from that, going missing and me doing all the climbing
over fences searching, getting found and going downhill again with no
appetite, return to TED for injections with warning of days to live,
pooing all over, return to TED, have a slight difference of opinion, get
poo meds that he is confident I won't be able to give, spend all my spare
time cooking things she *might* want to eat and trying to get her to eat
them and hide the meds somehow.
I feel worn out and exhausted.
HOWEVER!! I think it's all been worth it. She stopped having diarrhoea
about 36-48 hours after I managed to get a bit of her crushed tab into her
somehow twice a day. TED prescribed a quarter tab but looked at me out of
the corner of his eye and said "well, maybe a bit less.." I doubt he has
seen such a small adult cat.
I've stopped giving her the tablets today because we have seen no poo at
all since it all settled down. I don't want the opposite problem.
She is eating as well as she did before. She's had two meals of catfood
today (although she did leave a bit of it and begged later for chicken,
which she got.) She feels so much heavier already when I pick her up and
less frail.

I read each and every post everyone sent and appreciated every one. Some
suggestions I could not do, we do not seem to get baby food here that is
all meat, for example. I got her some baby food last time, the best I
could do was "vegetables and turkey" which she raised her eyebrows at and
said "you are joking, aren't you?"

KFC is sitting on the arm of the chair next to me as I am typing this and
keeps headbutting my hand and rubbing her cheeks on the keyboard. She
almost never bothers me when I am on the computer.
Maybe she is trying to say" thank you to you all for my purrs and
prayers." She is purring up a storm herself. This is not a dying cat any
more.
Now all I need to see is a nice firm poo in the litterbox and I will say
she's fooled us all again, (including TED) ;-)
Fortunately I will not need to be admitted to a psychiatric ward as I
already have a counsellor provided by my employer when a manager nearly
bullied me into oblivion. It was his bad luck he came on Wednesday and
got a whole month's worth of Kitty Farmcat;-) He is a very nice man and
has a cat himself.

Tweed


Purrs that you and she get to relax for awhile.


--
Theresa, Stinky and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

On Jul 3, 7:40�pm, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
Dang me if this cat won't be the death of me! �My nerves have been in shreds
lately what with her having to be hospitalised a few weeks ago, recovering
slowly from that, �going missing and me doing all the climbing over fences
searching, �getting found and going downhill again with no appetite, return
to TED for injections with warning of days to live, pooing all over, return
to TED, have a slight difference of opinion, get poo meds that he is
confident I won't be able to give, spend all my spare time cooking things
she *might* want to eat and trying to get her to eat them and hide the meds
somehow.
I feel worn out and exhausted.
HOWEVER!! � I think it's all been worth it. � She stopped having diarrhoea
about 36-48 hours after I managed to get a bit of her crushed tab into her
somehow twice a day. TED prescribed a quarter tab but looked at me out of
the corner of his eye and said "well, maybe a bit less.." �I doubt he has
seen such a small adult cat.
I've stopped giving her the tablets today because we have seen no poo at all
since it all settled down. �I don't want the opposite problem.
She is eating as well as she did before. �She's had two meals of catfood
today (although she did leave a bit of it and begged later for chicken,
which she got.) �She feels so much heavier already when I pick her up and
less frail.

I read each and every post everyone sent and appreciated every one. �Some
suggestions I could not do, we do not seem to get baby food here that is all
meat, for example. �I got her some baby food last time, the best I could do
was "vegetables and turkey" which she raised her eyebrows at and said "you
are joking, aren't you?"

KFC is sitting on the arm of the chair next to me as I am typing this and
keeps headbutting my hand and rubbing her cheeks on the keyboard. She almost
never bothers me when I am on the computer.
�Maybe she is trying to say" thank you to you all for my purrs and prayers."
She is purring up a storm herself. �This is not a dying cat any more.
Now all I need to see is a nice firm poo in the litterbox and I will say
she's fooled us all again, �(including TED) ;-)
Fortunately I will not need to be admitted to a psychiatric ward as I
already have a counsellor provided by my employer when a manager nearly
bullied me into oblivion. �It was his bad luck he came on Wednesday and got
a whole month's worth of Kitty Farmcat;-) � �He is a very nice man and has a
cat himself.

Tweed


I'm glad she's improving. Purrs that you can keep some of your sanity.
Suz&Spicey

On Jul 3, 6:40*pm, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
Dang me if this cat won't be the death of me! *My nerves have been in shreds
lately what with her having to be hospitalised a few weeks ago, recovering
slowly from that, *going missing and me doing all the climbing over fences
searching, *getting found and going downhill again with no appetite, return
to TED for injections with warning of days to live, pooing all over, return
to TED, have a slight difference of opinion, get poo meds that he is
confident I won't be able to give, spend all my spare time cooking things
she *might* want to eat and trying to get her to eat them and hide the meds
somehow.
I feel worn out and exhausted.
HOWEVER!! * I think it's all been worth it. * She stopped having diarrhoea
about 36-48 hours after I managed to get a bit of her crushed tab into her
somehow twice a day. TED prescribed a quarter tab but looked at me out of
the corner of his eye and said "well, maybe a bit less.." *I doubt he has
seen such a small adult cat.
I've stopped giving her the tablets today because we have seen no poo at all
since it all settled down. *I don't want the opposite problem.
She is eating as well as she did before. *She's had two meals of catfood
today (although she did leave a bit of it and begged later for chicken,
which she got.) *She feels so much heavier already when I pick her up and
less frail.

I read each and every post everyone sent and appreciated every one. *Some
suggestions I could not do, we do not seem to get baby food here that is all
meat, for example. *I got her some baby food last time, the best I could do
was "vegetables and turkey" which she raised her eyebrows at and said "you
are joking, aren't you?"

KFC is sitting on the arm of the chair next to me as I am typing this and
keeps headbutting my hand and rubbing her cheeks on the keyboard. She almost
never bothers me when I am on the computer.
*Maybe she is trying to say" thank you to you all for my purrs and prayers."
She is purring up a storm herself. *This is not a dying cat any more.
Now all I need to see is a nice firm poo in the litterbox and I will say
she's fooled us all again, *(including TED) ;-)
Fortunately I will not need to be admitted to a psychiatric ward as I
already have a counsellor provided by my employer when a manager nearly
bullied me into oblivion. *It was his bad luck he came on Wednesday and got
a whole month's worth of Kitty Farmcat;-) * *He is a very nice man and has a
cat himself.

Tweed

I am so happy to hear she is doing better. Sorry about the meat baby
food. My cats won't eat the veggie mix either, probably give me
exactly the same look she gave you.

Ahhh, how sweet of the counsellor to listen to that. I imagine that
he would understand though, seems the counsellors understand things
that I would be raising my eyebrows over (or at least I *think* I'd
raise my eyebrows).

Many purrs from my seven, offerings, prayers, and songs for continued
improvement and a settling for your own frazzled nerves.

Smokie Darling (Annie)

"Debby Hanoka" wrote in message
...
snip

Glad to know my nursing skills are working. Will you and KFC be
needing me any more?

Kitty Schottland, Age 18
Official Nurse Cat Of RPCC

Not sure if KFC needs you, but we got some tattered ears and bite marks on
The Mouser that could use your attention.

Cap'n Pine Cone esq.

snip

Glad to know my nursing skills are working. *Will you and KFC be
needing me any more?

Kitty Schottland, Age 18
Official Nurse Cat Of RPCC

Not sure if KFC needs you, but we got some tattered ears and bite marks on
The Mouser that could use your attention.

Cap'n Pine Cone esq.

Of course, Cap'n Pine Cone. I'll teleport back to the Mouser right
away!

Kitty Schottland

well, that certainly is good news! Is it quite possible
that KFC is not really as old as you think she is? I bet
she will outlive us both! God bless.

Lily & her mama

--
Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time.

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
Dang me if this cat won't be the death of me! My nerves have been in
shreds lately what with her having to be hospitalised a few weeks ago,
recovering slowly from that, going missing and me doing all the climbing
over fences searching, getting found and going downhill again with no
appetite, return to TED for injections with warning of days to live,
pooing all over, return to TED, have a slight difference of opinion, get
poo meds that he is confident I won't be able to give, spend all my spare
time cooking things she *might* want to eat and trying to get her to eat
them and hide the meds somehow.
I feel worn out and exhausted.
HOWEVER!! I think it's all been worth it. She stopped having diarrhoea
about 36-48 hours after I managed to get a bit of her crushed tab into her
somehow twice a day. TED prescribed a quarter tab but looked at me out of
the corner of his eye and said "well, maybe a bit less.." I doubt he has
seen such a small adult cat.
I've stopped giving her the tablets today because we have seen no poo at
all since it all settled down. I don't want the opposite problem.
She is eating as well as she did before. She's had two meals of catfood
today (although she did leave a bit of it and begged later for chicken,
which she got.) She feels so much heavier already when I pick her up and
less frail.

I read each and every post everyone sent and appreciated every one. Some
suggestions I could not do, we do not seem to get baby food here that is
all meat, for example. I got her some baby food last time, the best I
could do was "vegetables and turkey" which she raised her eyebrows at and
said "you are joking, aren't you?"

KFC is sitting on the arm of the chair next to me as I am typing this and
keeps headbutting my hand and rubbing her cheeks on the keyboard. She
almost never bothers me when I am on the computer.
Maybe she is trying to say" thank you to you all for my purrs and
prayers." She is purring up a storm herself. This is not a dying cat any
more.
Now all I need to see is a nice firm poo in the litterbox and I will say
she's fooled us all again, (including TED) ;-)
Fortunately I will not need to be admitted to a psychiatric ward as I
already have a counsellor provided by my employer when a manager nearly
bullied me into oblivion. It was his bad luck he came on Wednesday and
got a whole month's worth of Kitty Farmcat;-) He is a very nice man and
has a cat himself.

Tweed