The Week of the Dreaded Lurgi: Caturday Art and Sunday Selfie

Greetings, Effurrybody!

It is Moi, Queen Trixie, Furrst of My Name, Empurress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Queen of Hearts, Guardian of the Boudoir and Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire, to whose lot it has fallen to report on this past week's mishaps.

It started off last Sunday with Shimshi being hauled off to the Evil, Stabby Place to get his shots, with which he was sadly behind, and to try and remove the matted fur on his back, caused (said the V-e-t) by being so overweight, he couldn't reach said area with his tongue to give himself a propurr bath. She tried to shave it off but even then, couldn't manage the whole lot. Hmmm - purhapps it's not surprising he saw fit to omit that from last week's post!

The following day, Mummy started developing a Bad Cold, which got steadily worse, so We three Purrymedics had to look after her. She has had worse colds, by the way, but She felt bad enough not to go down to feed the homeless kitties all week. Step-Grandma gave her all sorts of Granny Medicine prescriptions, but when her tempurrature reached 37.8 C (100.04 F), she thought maybe it was time to take one of those PCR-COVID tests, to make sure it really was just a cold. So on Thursday, on her doctor's advice, She took a taxi to one of the drive-in testing sites and had the test done and then came home. The following day, She got the results and, oh my, kitties! It was, indeed, the Dreaded Lurgi. 

Yes, Kitties! Mummy succumbed to the Evil Coronavirus! The symptoms all but disappeared by Saturday, but Mummy has to remain in quarantine for ten whole days, counting from the day She took the test. So now, the family supper She had planned to have in the garden with Grandpaw and Step-Grandma, and her sisters and brothers-in-law and nieces and nephews, is totally off the cards, because she visited Grandpaw and Step-Grandma a couple of days before the Dreaded Lurgi made their appearance, and they, too, have to be in quarantine, for two weeks from the day of contact. Now Mummy feels horribly, horribly guilty for ruining the Rosh Hashana (Mewish New Year) meal for the whole family, who haven't had a chance to dine together for months - as well as feeling really, really worried that She might have passed on the virus to Grandpaw and Step-Grandma!

Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, on Friday afternoon, Shimshi started behaving really strangely. He became terribly aggressive, hissing and snarling and baring his teeth at effuryone and effurrything, as well as at nothing at all. And then he would loudly yowl and pounce, mostly on his own tail!  Now, it's not the furrst time he has tried to catch his own tail and it usually looks furry funny and cute, Mummy thinks - but he seemed really angry at his tail this time. And that went on for hours and really scared Mummy. She thought he was going to attack her. So she shut him up in the guest room with food and water and one of the litter boxes, and he is still there now, though by this morning, he seemed to have calmed down quite a bit. Mummy tried to call the v-e-t and left messages for her on her phone, and with the receptionist, but the v-e-t has still not returned her calls. Mummy is furry disappointed with Dr. Einat. She has no idea what was/is wrong with Shimshi. At furrst, She was afraid because he was behaving like an animal with rabies - but common sense tells her that can't be the reason since (a) he is vaccinated (b) he is a strictly indoor kitty, as are we all (c) he couldn't possibly have been bitten by something like a bat because a bat couldn't get in, there are screens on all the windows and Mummy would have noticed if one of them had a hole in it. Anyway, he is eating and drinking his water, and his pupils react normally to light, and he is pooping and (she thinks) peeing. So then she wondered if maybe he was having a Bad Reaction to his shots - but that's also unlikely as he had his shots on Sunday and the Weird, Aggressive Behaviour began on Friday. Mummy spoke to a Family Member in the US, who is a v-e-t, and sent her a videoclip of Shimshi's strange behaviour and She said he just looks really angry and it could be from stress but it could also be from something like an anal gland issue (as he kept attacking his own rear end), or maybe a UTI or inflammation of the bladder which often is linked to stress. Of course, as she said, it's impossible to tell without examining him, so Mummy should call the v-e-t. 
Which, of course, Mummy has been attempting to do, but getting no answer! Besides which, Mummy is in Quarantine because of the Dreaded Lurgi and hasn't been able to find anyone who can take Shimshi to the v-e-t. In any case, as I said, Shimshi seems to have calmed down a lot so Mummy is going to leave him one more night in the Guest Room Purresidential Suite and if he seems okay tomorrow and She can be sure he is purrforming all his propurr functions, We will forgo what would no doubt be a Stressful Visit to the v-e-t.

What makes effurrything so awkward, besides the fact that Mummy is herself confined to the house, is that tomorrow evening marks the start of the Mewish New Year and the High Holy Days, when, in any case, the v-e-t's clinic will be closed. We hope there will be no need to seek out an Emergency V-e-t who doesn't even know Shimshi.

So please, keep purring and purraying that Shimshi's condition will continue to improve and that Mummy has indeed overcome the Evil Coronavirus - and that nobody else in the family has caught it from her, especially not Grandpaw and Step-Grandma, with whom She visited only a day before the symptoms furrst appeared.

And now, dear furriends, it is time to join the Caturday Art Blog Hop, hosted by the Wise and Beautiful Athena and her HuMum, Marie and the Sunday Selfies Blog Hop, hosted by the adorable Kitties Blue and their HuMom, Janet, as We do effurry week.  

My Sunday Selfie is the picture you can see at the top of this post. In it, I am waiting for that sunbeam which you see on the sofa, to move my way and bathe Me in a sunpuddle - my furry own sunpuddle - as I recline on my Magical Flying Carpet under the coffee table.
Well, you surely don't expect The Queen to get up and run after a sunpuddle, do you? It is for them to come to Moi.

Since Rosh Hashana and the High Holy Days actually signal the start of Autumn, My Caturday Art takes an autumnal theme from Photofunia:

It's a pity there wasn't one with pomegranates, which are traditionally eaten on Rosh Hashana, but We think it's quite pretty - although the weather here is still anything but autumnal and the tempurrature is expected to remain hovering around 30C for the whole week.

Here now are the blog hop badges:

                    

All that now remains is to wish you all a Furry Happy Mew Year - SHANA TOVA - and to pray that the awful, horrible things that have been happening all around the World this year will go away, and that next year will be a year of Good Health, Bounty and Kindness for Us all.

Be well. Be safe. We love you all.

לשנה טובה תכתבו ותחתמו

Leshana Tova Tichatevu Vetihateimu

May you be signed and sealed for a Good Year.