Some weeks in cat rescue there is a very clear “headline news” kind of story. Mostly though, it’s moving from day to day, doing our best, watching how things change and thinking how to respond.
In some ways the most imminent stress this week has been about vet appointments and perusading anxious cats and kittens to attend them.
First up was Hissy & Spitty on Thursday for their second vaccinations. Thankfully when the time came to round them up for their appointment, Spitty was snoozing in their carrier (which stategically doubles as a cosy bed) and Hissy was easily picked up and popped in with her.
This photo shows their different purrsonalities sooo clearly … those flat anxious Spitty ears x
Slightly more stressful was the Friday appointment. Kevin, Rolo and Rowan were all due their boosters. They’re all timid kitties … very loving if they approach you, but if you approach them it’s a different story. To be fair, Rowan has blossomed in recent months and was less of a worry. His sister Rolo is very timid still though, and Kevin, though bolder than Rolo, is huge! … and couldn’t easily be folded into one of our usual carriers.
We booked Rowan and Rolo in for this week, and Kev in for next. The plan for making that happen was well stressed about … but also a bit vague. The plan included:
- a very large, very sturdy carrier which was donated to us after someone moved to the UK with a couple of cats. We set this up in the lounge back in June, with a comfy bit of vet bed and regular spinklings of cat nip … so it could come to be seen as a cool place to hang out.
- their favourite fishing rod toy, an exciting game with the toy ever so casuallly landing at the entrance to the carrier, and then a little further inside it … and then …
- my foot … carefully positioned by the door to the carrier …
Kevin fell for it, so after a quick call to the vet it was Rowan and Kev on their way and Rolo booked for next week in what had been Kev’s space. Two down, one to go!
We like to encourage all our cats to live their best lives, and reach for the stars … if that’s their ambition. So we were utterly delighted when Howard messaged to say he’d become famous. The step from scruffy street cat to most pampered foster puss in the history of 8 Lives simply wasn’t enough for him and he needed to go on to be Susan Calman’s cat of the day with over a thousand likes! Has it gone to his head? You decide.
Henderson has managed to rollercoaster us through the whole spectrum of emotions over the last week. Thursday last week he had a quick check up with the vet and we felt he was doing fairly ok. He’d put a little weight on and his glucose level was fine for the time of day it was taken. At bedtime he was sick and collapsed in a heap. Fearing he was hypo we checked his glucose … but again it was fine for the time of day. I sat up all night with him fearing he was dying. Traumatic memories of losing Jango still very fresh in my mind. He was a tiny bit better in the morning but not much. We made a vet appointment and cancelled work, fearing that this was the end. This kind of appointment is agonising at the best of times, but since COVID and being unable to go in with them it’s even worse. Sitting baking in a hot car on the car park, waiting for that call, and the news of what’s to happen next.
What did happen next took me totally by suprise. The vet admitted him and put him on fluids for 24 hours and started him on a steroid. More blood tests confirm anaemia as the next serious health issue he’s added to his collection. So now, in order of diagnosis, we have “weird blood results that we’re not sure what’s going on”, hyperthyroid, chonic kidney disease, high blood pressure, diabetes and anaemia. That said, since this little episode, and starting the steroids, he seems better than he has been since before lockdown. He’s cuddling again, interacting with the other cats more and generally seeming more like the old Hendo.
Things settled back to ‘normal’ after that episode. The kittens got over their vet visit … eventually … and went back to playing. The others went and flopped in the garden in the sunshine.