Gill H wrote: »
.... we have offered a new home to Cookie! She is a tortie, almost two years old with beautiful amber eyes.
She’s back at uni next weekend and has two weeks of exams, so unfortunately it’s quite likely he will die during her exams and she won’t be there. For that reason I am slightly hoping he will deteriorate more quickly and die this week, but at the same time I don’t want to lose him yet!
Happy Birthday Spencer!
One year old today. 🐶 🐶
(Does that mean he'll be moving on to the Big School soon? )
The vet came to the house and it was very peaceful. He died on his favourite cushion listening to the Goldberg Variations with all three of us stroking him.
My condolences to you and your family, Aravis.
RIP, discerning pussycat.
Anyway, a urine sample & blood test showed she had cystitis (poor thing) but this is clearing thanks to twice-daily powders and it hasn’t affected her kidney function which is pretty good (phew). So I am working on a new strategy for her when (not if!) I go away which might involve a kind neighbour liaising with the Moggy minder. I’ve tried all sorts of ways to reclaim the back garden from Fierce Cat (including Valium-for-cats to make her braver) and realise this won’t happen until he is off the scene. There were times when the vet and I thought this might be the beginning of the end, but she’s doing fine now.
A friend from church was offered a council house but wasn’t allowed to take her cat. So we have offered a new home to Cookie! She is a tortie, almost two years old with beautiful amber eyes.
Currently she won’t come out from under the sofa (she only arrived last night). But we are hoping she ventures out soon.
Gill H, Cookie sounds gorgeous!
Enjoy life with Cookie, @Gill H!
(Not really giving her away, but I was looking forward to a warm bath to cure my aches and pains).
She is getting bolder, although the Thug next door chased her back inside just now.
Also trying lying on the floor where she can see me and doing the ‘slow blink’ at her.
It works for Jackson Galaxy!
I don't suppose Cookie could forget her dignity long enough to chase a toy of some kind? No, I thought not.
She did manage to poke her head out from under the sofa today, so that's progress.
This morning, she took off her rings and put them on the coffee table so that she could put lotion on my legs and feet - and Beatrice grabbed one and ran with it down the hall. She then dropped it on my bed, where J was able to retrieve it. I suggested that, from now on, I should hold the rings, as this was the third time Beatrice had messed with them. (The first time, she knocked them to the floor; the second, she pushed them under a quilt.) I love this cat dearly, but...
Cookie has demolished two sachets of Lick-e-lix (do you that in the US? It's kind of a yoghurt texture and apparently very addictive!) She's now giving Henry the Hedgehog a play session, still under the sofa. She is getting bolder, though, and having the occasional peek at the world outside the safety of the sofa.
Progress on the Cookie front. She popped her head out to look at us last night, and strolled nonchalantly from under one sofa, across the small gap, to the space we've still allowed her under the other (we've now blocked off most of that one).
And this morning we found she had been slightly sick again, but this time outside on the floor, rather than under the sofa. Much easier to clean! (And yet again, so grateful for hard wood flooring!)
But the biggest surprise was that she had evidently come out during the night, found her way to the bathroom and used the litter tray.
I posted the Scrubs song "Everything Comes Down To Poo" on Facebook in celebration!
Good Cookie! She is clearly exploring a little after dark when she has the house to herself.