Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Saturday, May 10, 2008
early evening
Oh dear, I have dishpan hands
Okay, I’ve returned from feeding everyone, washing out litter boxes in the driveway (it’s a lovely day, no?), and attempting to medicate the cats and I’m vaguely still alive. I admit it, I didn’t get all the cats medicated. Bunny seemed to be feeling under the weather and it took me a long time to coax her downstairs to eat [we have three cat feedings: downstairs bathroom w/ Bunny, Carlo, Dobby (she & Tie seem to have decided to switch places lately, for some reason), TJ, and Missy Mae; upstairs w/ most of the rest of them; and the guest bedroom w/ Pinto & Skyler] and she was due for her heart meds, so I decided the heart meds were more important this go ‘round.
But oh my gawd, the DRAMA. Derek started foaming at the mouth and slobbered everywhere for a good five minutes, Missy Mae drooled all over one of the cat beds, Scampi acted like I put a firecracker in his butt and he ran around for five minutes, TJ acted hurt that I would do such a terrible thing to him, Tie tried to scratch me but took his medicine like a man, and I owe Frank, Bing, Bunny & Jackson. Unless Chelsea (I admit it, I’m afraid of being bitten) or the guest bedroom kids show any sign of being sick, I’m not going to medicate them. And Dobby, if she gets sick, she’s going to have to go to the vet for a visit because there’s just no possible way I could catch her more than once. Oh, and I figured that Carlo had one set of meds at the vet, so I’ll get him next time. I’m hoping that he’s gotten used to them and will be a good boy.
Now, I have 20 minutes until the next round of feedings & meds. Not really, I have until the wee hours of the morning. Oh, and as nice as it was for people from the vet’s office to offer to come over, it would be more trouble than it was worth for me. I’d have more trouble catching the cats to bring them to someone else to medicate, and I’d rather just roam around the house with a syringe, catching whichever cat I find that happens to get the dose that’s in my hand. I think it’s hilarious that they were so precise with the doses (The doses are .3ml, .35 ml, .45ml, .5ml, and .55 ml) because there’s no way those syringes would ever be that accurate, nor would that exact amount go in the cats...or stay in the cats. I will, however, make sure that they never get more than their dose. Apparently they can have seizures and such. Oh, fun.
It was nice to have Carlo at home. He’s sooo happy to be back. He’s stretching and rolling back & forth on floor like “My floor, mine, mine, mine. I live here!” He’s such a sweet boy and I felt so badly that he was in a strange & scary place. Everyone there was really nice to him and gave him cuddles, but he didn’t settle down until they put a blanket over his cage. Only then would he eat. However, he’s had a really good start on his meds and he has the most sensitive bowels in the house, so I think it ended up being the right thing, keeping him there for two days. I know that at least three other cats have diarrhea, but they don’t seem to be going too too often, it’s just liquidy when they do go. I never thought I’d be so excited to see hard poop in the litter box, but I do a little internal cheer every time I see one.
One thing that I’m getting really tired of and you’d think it would be emptying litter boxes, but no, I’m sick of washing my hands every few minutes. They’re so dry and peel-y and icky. Luckily, Helly recommended Corn Huskers Lotion a few months ago and that helps a lot, although it’s annoying to put it on, have my hands feel better, then have to wash my hands again
Woe is me, woe is me.
