Poorly kitty
Aug. 26th, 2007 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gothams3rdrobinHad to take Symba to the vet on Friday morning - the reason is somewhat TMI so I won't elaborate, but there was a reoccurance of a problem and he was noticeably unhappy, so off he went. He's thirteen years old now, with an alleged heart condition, so I take no risks.
It wasn't fun getting him to the PDSA hospital down the Bay on the bus, as he whined most of the way, but he was a lot calmer on the way home. Possibly because he knew the ordeal was nearly over - he got almost frantic once he recognised the area around our flat. Gotta do it all over again after work on Wednesday, for a check-up, but there's a chance I'll be able to get a lift home again with Mam since she'll need to collect Rowan for me.
It turns out the poor love's developed colitis, so he's on meds and a restricted, bland diet. This presents something of a problem for me, as I have to try and work out what to feed him! So far I've given him a very tasty-looking mix of rice, baked haddock and scrambled eggs (though without any milk or butter as he's lactose intolerant) - I had a \O/ moment when he sniffed at it and took several bites! lol! But after a minute or two he started following me around asking where on earth his real food had gone. *chuckles* He's still whining at me right now.
It always amuses me how you can't get them into their travel box for love nor money when you're setting out and yet, when the exam's over, all you need to do is ask them to go back in and they do it straight away! And unlike my beloved Tammie, Symba never sulks after a visit to the Vee Eee Tee - he'll follow me around, rubbing against my legs and talking to me in a normal tone of voice instead of his usual whine. It's like he's saying "I didn't like that, but you really do love me don't you?" Heh.
I make no secret of the fact I loved Tammie more - I had him when I was ten, and we grew up together for the next fifteen years. Symba was brought into the family to keep him company, but at age eight, Tammie was too old really. Sym's also a rescued cat who's not all that emotionally stable, so he's hard work. But regardless of that, and all the hassle he gives me, I genuinely do love him. Always will.
It wasn't fun getting him to the PDSA hospital down the Bay on the bus, as he whined most of the way, but he was a lot calmer on the way home. Possibly because he knew the ordeal was nearly over - he got almost frantic once he recognised the area around our flat. Gotta do it all over again after work on Wednesday, for a check-up, but there's a chance I'll be able to get a lift home again with Mam since she'll need to collect Rowan for me.
It turns out the poor love's developed colitis, so he's on meds and a restricted, bland diet. This presents something of a problem for me, as I have to try and work out what to feed him! So far I've given him a very tasty-looking mix of rice, baked haddock and scrambled eggs (though without any milk or butter as he's lactose intolerant) - I had a \O/ moment when he sniffed at it and took several bites! lol! But after a minute or two he started following me around asking where on earth his real food had gone. *chuckles* He's still whining at me right now.
It always amuses me how you can't get them into their travel box for love nor money when you're setting out and yet, when the exam's over, all you need to do is ask them to go back in and they do it straight away! And unlike my beloved Tammie, Symba never sulks after a visit to the Vee Eee Tee - he'll follow me around, rubbing against my legs and talking to me in a normal tone of voice instead of his usual whine. It's like he's saying "I didn't like that, but you really do love me don't you?" Heh.
I make no secret of the fact I loved Tammie more - I had him when I was ten, and we grew up together for the next fifteen years. Symba was brought into the family to keep him company, but at age eight, Tammie was too old really. Sym's also a rescued cat who's not all that emotionally stable, so he's hard work. But regardless of that, and all the hassle he gives me, I genuinely do love him. Always will.
