Sick Kitty Blues 2nd verse(different from the first)
What a relief! For the past 2 weeks, actually a little longer than that, I've been suffering with a sick feline, gravely ill through part of it, amid visits to the Animal ER and Veterinarian's office and maintaining her medications 3 times a day. She appears to be bouncing back quite nicely, and what was feared to be wrong with her didn't come to pass.
Ironically, one of the things I like about cats is that they're low-maintenance. Just keep them fed and keep the litterbox attended to and everything's cool. Set it and forget it. With her illness, she's been very high-maintenance, what with doing the thrice-daily medications(all with her fighting me every step of the way)and trips to the Vet. But just like any other member of the Family, it's just what you do.
It's wonderful of course to see them bouncing back from infirmity, if not instantly being able to leap tall furniture in a single bound but at least tackle the bathtub. Before she got sick, the minute she saw me heading downstairs here in the house, she'd bound down herself, racing toward the kitchen. That's starting to happen again, but it's still a vigorous trot. Still, progress is progress...
Still coming down myself from a rough two weeks, not to mention my cat. What's exhausting is not so much the added activity but the damn worrying. Just like for one's kids, you worry over your pets, over how much they're suffering, over whether they're gonna make it(a question I posed to the Veterinarian right off), and this goes on the whole time they're with you. Like the line in the movie Parenthood, from Jason Robards to Steve Martin, "it's like your Aunt Edna's ass. It goes on forever and is just as frightening".
Great line. As I said, still coming down from a roughass two weeks. Me and my feline both. And her canine 'brother', who lapped up some extra attention while she was laid-up for two days in the Animal Krankenhaus, but missed her despite himself.
Actually these episodes probably have some heuristic value. They force you to focus your attention and energy on something besides yourself and your petty appitites and concerns. Pull you out of your own morass of whatever for a bit. And anything that does that by definition makes you look at said morass somewhat differently just from the change in perspective. So that's a good thing, right?
Well perhaps in the bigger sense of things. But in the smaller one, it's still a pain in the ass. All you can say in life, though, is well at least it's cool for now.
A healthy dog, a once again healthy cat, and me in okay shape. It can get better than this, but also a lot worse.
Ironically, one of the things I like about cats is that they're low-maintenance. Just keep them fed and keep the litterbox attended to and everything's cool. Set it and forget it. With her illness, she's been very high-maintenance, what with doing the thrice-daily medications(all with her fighting me every step of the way)and trips to the Vet. But just like any other member of the Family, it's just what you do.
It's wonderful of course to see them bouncing back from infirmity, if not instantly being able to leap tall furniture in a single bound but at least tackle the bathtub. Before she got sick, the minute she saw me heading downstairs here in the house, she'd bound down herself, racing toward the kitchen. That's starting to happen again, but it's still a vigorous trot. Still, progress is progress...
Still coming down myself from a rough two weeks, not to mention my cat. What's exhausting is not so much the added activity but the damn worrying. Just like for one's kids, you worry over your pets, over how much they're suffering, over whether they're gonna make it(a question I posed to the Veterinarian right off), and this goes on the whole time they're with you. Like the line in the movie Parenthood, from Jason Robards to Steve Martin, "it's like your Aunt Edna's ass. It goes on forever and is just as frightening".
Great line. As I said, still coming down from a roughass two weeks. Me and my feline both. And her canine 'brother', who lapped up some extra attention while she was laid-up for two days in the Animal Krankenhaus, but missed her despite himself.
Actually these episodes probably have some heuristic value. They force you to focus your attention and energy on something besides yourself and your petty appitites and concerns. Pull you out of your own morass of whatever for a bit. And anything that does that by definition makes you look at said morass somewhat differently just from the change in perspective. So that's a good thing, right?
Well perhaps in the bigger sense of things. But in the smaller one, it's still a pain in the ass. All you can say in life, though, is well at least it's cool for now.
A healthy dog, a once again healthy cat, and me in okay shape. It can get better than this, but also a lot worse.
posted by Roger U Roundly at 9:45 PM
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