Post -Op Blues

Hallo, Effurrybody!

What a week it's been! On Tuesday morning, I had a feeling my Human was plotting something against Me, so as soon as I heard her getting up, I retreated to the very top of the highest kitchen cupboards. But it didn't help. She climbed up on a chair and gently lifted Me down. I suppose I could have bitten and scratched her, but I was Very Good and I allowed her to put me in my Carriage, with only a Minimal Protest.

Big Mistake!

She took Me to the v-e-t, where they used evil, unnatural methods to make Me fall asleep. And while I was unconscious, they cut open my tummy and did something to my ladycat parts, so that I won't get those strange, uncomfortable feelings I told you about before. Then they sewed Me up again and now, I have stitches in my tummy. When I woke up, I felt ever so weak and woozy. After a few hours, Mummy came and took Me home, and there, I was sick on the carpet. 

Mummy was afraid Caspurr would pester Me and might cause my stitches to come out before the time is right (next Friday), so she decided to keep us apart for a few days. She set up separate - umm, facilities - for Me and made sure that whenever one of us was roaming about the apartment, the other would be shut in one of the rooms. And last night, I slept on Mummy's bed, curled up on her feet, just like I used to do before Caspurr came along.Today, she let us both out together - under her purr-sonal snoopervision - and we chased each other for a while and had a smackypaws fight.

I'm glad that I won't be having those awkward feelings any more, but I understand that I'll never be able to have kittens of my own now, which makes me a bit sad. On the other hand, if little kittens are all such pests as my little brofur, maybe that's a Good Thing (mol).

I still have to have something called "Antibiotics" twice a day, which Mummy gives me as drops. They don't taste very nice, but they are bearable and I'm Ever So Good about taking them. I have to set a Good Example to Caspurr, Mummy says. 

The thing that worries Me now is that until I regain my full strength, Caspurr might start getting Funny Ideas Above His Station. He needs to be reminded that there is just ONE Alpha Kitty in this house - and that Kitty is ...

Trixie the Black Panfur

Portrait Time

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans too)!

One Human's misfortune makes this Feline's Lucky Day ;-).
Well, I shouldn't really say that, because it's my Human who is home on antibiotics, but it means that She can therefore spend the whole day with Me. Her elbow got all swollen up and the doctor said she got water on the elbow and instead of it getting better, it got infected. So now She's going to be off work for the rest of the week and I get to enjoy her services (I mean her company) for four whole days at a stretch. No being left alone while She goes out to work. Regular snacks throughout the day. Lots and lots of loving.
Of course, the downside of all this is that instead of being allowed to sleep in peace and quiet, I am constantly being disturbed by the paparazzi ;-)!

I must admit, the results look pretty good, don't you think?

Feeding Time

Greetings, Fellow Felines!

Possum here, again. Pixie is resting as much as possible, trying to get her strength back. To that end, our Human started her on a Royal Canin Veterinary Diet this morning. In fact, we are both of us on Veterinary Diets - Pixie is on Renal and I am on Urinary S/O. But I don't see why it should be such a big deal if I have a nibble at her food or she, at mine. Yet Mummy put my food on the balcony and Pixie's in the hallway and she shut Me on the balcony to make sure I didn't come and disturb Pixie while she was eating. And then, as soon as Pixie finished (and she didn't eat very much, Mummy said), our Human removed both bowls of food so that we shouldn't eat from each other's bowls. (Of course, I had finished my own breakfast while Pixie was still picking over a few tiny morsels.) And then She went off to work and We had to wait till she came home in the evening and put out our feeding bowls - once again, mine on the balcony and Pixie's in the hall.

This is Not Good, Fellow Felines! Both Pixie and I like to eat on and off during the day and we can't do that if our Human is going to keep removing the food as soon as we finish the first course. But She says we leave her no choice, because we keep going to each other's bowls and we need to have different foods.
I am sure we will find a way to outwit Mummy eventually - it's only a matter of time.

On a different, but related subject, Pixie has already got the better of her twice in less than a day. Yesterday, as I may have mentioned (or maybe not), Pixie came home with a bandage on her front paw. The V-E-T had put it there, because the thingy that he had attached before for an infusion had rubbed and chafed and it had started bleeding. Well, within a matter of hours, Pixie had managed to get rid of the whole bandage, and Mummy only noticed just when she was getting ready to go to bed and then She had to re-bandage Pixie's paw. I watched and saw how she did it. First, she put a minty-smelling gel on a piece of gauze, which she put on the wound, then she wrapped it with a kind of thin cotton wool and finally, wrapped the whole thing with a blue bandage. Pixie didn't like that at all! But she didn't complain too much, she let Mummy go to sleep, all unsuspecting - and when Mummy woke up again at about half-past-five in the morning, there was Pixie, again without the bandage.This time, too, she had managed to shed the whole bandage, cotton wool, gauze and all, in one piece, as if it was a glove! So Mummy had to bandage her again. But she did it better this time and Pixie still hasn't managed to get rid of her bandage. I guess she didn't try so hard, this time, because our Human, who occasionally displays an almost Feline Intelligence (due, no doubt, to her long acquaintance with Us,) had realised that what was bothering Pixie was the fact that the bandage was covering her whole foot, instead of just her leg, where the wound was, thus making it difficult for her to walk. She therefore arranged the new bandage in such a way that it left Pixie's foot free for her to tread on, so she can now walk without limping.

Pixie would also like me to mention the fact that Mummy took the advice of our dear friend, the Admiral and her Mummy, and got the V-E-T to administer the two-week antibiotic shot. Pixie didn't like having a needle stuck in her, but at least now she won't have to drink that horrible white stuff that Mummy was trying to feed her twice a day. Every cloud has a silver lining.

Okay, I must go now, Fellow Felines, and help Mummy to administer Pixie's infusion. She will have to have them twice a week now, for the rest of her life. Poor Pixie. While she is having her infusion, I shall read her some more of your lovely, kind letters of support and encouragement. It makes her feel so much stronger to hear how much you all care for her and are purring and woofing for her. Love and kisses to you all.