Tag: cats

goodbye, Bada


look at me – I’m *cute*
Originally uploaded by ramtops

What a roller coaster – yesterday morning the vet phoned and said she was “feistier” and taking her food through a tube.

We allowed ourselves, at last, to begin to feel optomistic, and arranged to go and see her at 6.30, when we were confronted with a small cat on the edge of death. She wasn’t accepting her food through the tube at all, was vomiting, wasn’t drinking, had an ulcerated tongue, and was generally as ill as she possibly could be. The vet was clearly surprised that she had a) slipped back, and b) slipped back so fast.

We took the only decision we could – we let her go. And we will miss her joy and her nibblous tail more than I can say.

Good hunting, Liessa …

progress of a sort

Well, she survived the night. The vet nurse said she really didn’t expect her to, and that she was probably two hours away from death.

She’s not out of the wood yet, as they keep stressing, but her fluid levels are much better, she’s having antibiotics through her IV, her temperature is up to normal (she was very cold), and she’s now taking high calorie food through a nose tube. We’ve just been over to see her, and she looks dreadful, but possibly marginally less dreadful than she did yesterday. I don’t think she really noticed we were there, but I’m glad we went. They’ll phone us if there’s any change for the worse tonight, or if not, then tomorrow morning.

Oh, and of course, they’re all in love with her. People always are.

While we were up in the Gloucester Road area, I went into Brewers Droop (isn’t that a great name?!) and got the rest of the winemaking kit I need, having picked up a Freecycled lot earlier this week. Popped into Maplins for a couple of USB sticks for a potential project and popped straight back out – £14.99 fpr 2Gb!

Fish pie and a very early night for us – we’re both exhausted.

touch and go


look at me – I’m *cute*
Originally uploaded by ramtops

Our lovely Bada is back in the hospital, admitted as an emergency yesterday afternoon. I can’t sleep, which is why I’m writing it up now.

For the past few days, Pete kept saying “she’s getting better” and I knew it was wishful thinking.

She’d still been going out, and I didn’t want to stop her. We had to leave the house for a couple of hours yesterday; when we got home, there was no sign of her – I tried not to panic, but failed. About 3 p.m. she came in, and was in a *dreadful* state; I’ve never seen a cat so ill. She could barely walk, and just collapsed on the bed, so we headed straight for Zetland. They told us it was touch and go; when they phoned last night, she has signs of kidney failure, severe dehydration, multiple infections. She’s in an oxygen tank, poor little kit.

They did say that she was more comfortable, and sleeping “curled up”, but they didn’t know whether they might need to phone us during the night “in case decisions need to be made”. It’s almost 5 a.m. and no phone call, so I’m going to assume that she’s made it thus far, and wait for them to ring later this morning.

I hate this waiting.

update on Bada

Her mouth is heaps better – the steroids did the job they were supposed to.

However, she has an appalling cold/flu thing, which is what’s making her
so poorly. Lilith has been sneezing, and with Liessa’s lowered immune
system, it went for her like a train.

The vet has given us palatable antibiotics, but as she won’t *eat*, I’m
not sure what we’re going to do there. I’m trying all sorts of things –
marmite, pilchards, ham; but she can’t smell, so nothing appeals. I shall
be cooking some fresh fish later, but it’s a bit alarming.

Cost to date: £556.

home is the huntress

Aliss has been missing in action for … well, who knows. We said goodbye to her on the morning of Friday 29th when we left for geoffcampbell‘s annual Summer Camp, and there was no sign of her when we got home again on the Monday.

And no sign at all since then. Having lost Moo only last week, I didn’t know how I could cope with losing another so soon, but I had a very bad feeling about it.

I woke at about 7:40 this morning, and stumbled into the bathroom, and while I was in there I heard a “miaow”.

“Could it be?”, I wondered, and hurtled downstairs with no dressing gown, no spectacles, to find a rather irate Aliss, standing beside an *empty* food bowl. I called up to perlmonger, but he’d already heard her himself.

She’s consumed large quantities of Whiskas, had several cuddles, and a brief but pointed discussion with Iggy, so things are returning to normal. She’s very thin, so I wonder if she may have been shut in somewhere, but she seems none the worse for her ordeal, praise $deity.

Pass the fatted calf, if you’d be so kind.