Monday, November 26, 2007 , the wee hours

Cat news update

I’m afraid this will only be an update about the cats in our own home, and not about all the cats in all the world.  I just don’t have that kind of time.

The Beany Boys are living in isolation in the guest bedroom but are becoming more friendly to me.  I think they’re pleased that I figured out that a can of Friskies was the way to their hearts.  Pinto was really sick, but I’m sure he’s getting better, and his congestion has eased up quite a bit.  His one eye is really dripped and gooey, so that might require medical attention.  His brother, the other Beany, managed to avoid getting sick except for a few sniffles.

On a more somber note, half a dozen of our own cats have started sneezing in the past 48 hours.  That’s like, oh, the 7 to 10 day incubation period for whatever virus the Beany Boys are carrying.  I’ve been diligent about keeping the cats separated, washing my hands, washing all utensils, keeping the trash emptied after I clean up in the Beany room, etc., so I’m going to be a very unhappy camper if I end up with 12 cats with URIs.  Right now, Frank, Derek, TJ, Dobby, Bing, and Carlo are sneezing.  Frank seems to be actually getting sick, but he does that once a year or so and no one else catches it.  TJ also suffers from chronic sinus problems.  I hope the rest of them just have allergies and are sneezing out a summer’s worth of dust.  I turned on the furnace this weekend, and maybe all the dust that burns off just gave everyone a bit of a ticklish nose.  I can certainly hope that’s all it is.

The only other cat peculiarity around here is Dobby.  I don’t know how old Dobby was when we found her, but she’s pretty much remained a wild woman.  She loves all cats, and she especially loves TJ.  She’ll approach me for food, and if she’s upstairs in one specific spot (just outside the master bedroom door), she’ll let me scratch her butt and sometimes rub her head and chin.  Most of the time she just runs away.  When we sit in our front room to watch TV at night, she doesn’t come anywhere near us like the other cats do.  Earlier this evening I had two cats on my lap (along with my computer), one wedged beside me, one between my feet, one waiting patiently for an opening, and another who’d just huffed off because I wouldn’t make room for her on the couch.  All these cats love to be near me, but Dobby thinks I’m a horrific monster.  The one improvement I’ve seen from her lately is that she likes to sit on the little cat tree by my desk, and she doesn’t always run away when I sit down.  I’ve have one foot in the grave before she’ll venture to sit in my lap.

Oh, I thought of one more thing.  Remember itty bitty Carlo, with his digestive problems, and how he was so tiny?  He’s now left his sister in the dust in terms of size, and he’s massive.  Ten month old Carlo runs by and we think it’s 15 year old Chelsea.  He’s still the sweetest little dude, and his litterbox habits have been really good for the past couple of months.  He’s still prone to stomach upset, gassiness, etc., but I don’t wake up to find poopy accidents anymore.  That’s wonderful!

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 11/26 at 01:41 AM
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