I hope soon to be publishing my blog from my home-computer. I have a new-to-me machine, and intend this week to install the programmes necessary to do what I want to do. Until then, I can at least access the internet and receive and send emails.
The weekend was a good one, though not without its problems. Neville threw up once but appears to be tolerating the Methimazole well. He is eating decently, and his biggest complaint is probably having periodically to share the heated cat-bed with Brazil.
Sable threw up a hairball. I was watching a movie Saturday evening in the cat-room; Sable was in her enclosed cat-bed. I heard the unmistakeable sounds of the preparation for feline vomiting and watched her tunnel-like cat-bed move back and forth until it culminated in a puke. I was afraid that it was something serious, as I would be able to do nothing for this guest who is still semi-feral. I was able to check the results later, though, when Sabe had moved temporarily to the carrier, and found that it was indeed a hairball, which can be a great bother but usually not a danger. I was relieved.
Yesterday morning, however, I found that the previous night’s puke was just a prologue. Sable had released the contents of her stomach all over the cat-room. Somewhere in it all was a small clump of hairball. I hope that is all she has to offer and, while she has remained hidden in her cat-bed, Sable appears to be on the mend, having eaten soft-food several times Sunday.
If a hairball, and one cat getting on another’s nerves, are the extent of the difficulties in an eight-cat household, then things are running almost smoothly, and I am thankful for that. Another thing for which I am thankful is kittens at play. The books have almost all been placed in their cases in the library, leaving about two dozen empty boxes lying about the floor. These have become a glorious playground for Valkyrie and Xandria, as they jump in and out of boxes, knock them down, chase each other through the labyrinth and generally enjoy themselves. They will think the finished library terribly boring.
I would love to have seen that! Love seeing them play. I see Katie doing so but of course, it's different with just one.
ReplyDeleteWhat! Remove the boxes! What kinda hooman r u? I threw up breakfast 2 times this week and finally got out a tiny furball, so I feel fur Sable. Precious
ReplyDeleteEmpty boxes are a Cat Disneyland. Glad to hear that things are going better. (Aside from poor Sable's furballs.)
ReplyDeleteAw, I hope Sable is fine now. ❤️
ReplyDeleteYou'll have to leave a box or two, John. The little ones are having so much fun with them!
Kittens at play make a heart go pitter-pat with joy!
ReplyDeleteSharing the heaty bed? Horrors, but hey, it's extra warmth, no?
Gut gut gut...hope Sable has got it out of her system now.
Fingers crossed, Sable is feeling better now rid of the hair balls.
ReplyDeleteThat's quite the playground for the kittens. I'm glad you've got space for a library too.
Those boxes make a wonderful playground. I hope Sable is feeling better now she is rid of the hairballs.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that things are finally getting back to normal (whatever that is!!) You deserve a break. But John, how could you even think of throwing away the boxes? I have 3 or 4 boxes in my apartment that the cats won't let me get rid of. Martha Stewart may not approve, but she doesn't live here!!
ReplyDeleteI also hope Sable is feeling better, boxes make such great play items and shouldn't be tossed till they are worn out and falling apart
ReplyDeleteYes, there are sure days like that. WOW, that is some box playgroud!
ReplyDeleteOh, poor Sable. Hopefully that is the end of all of that!
ReplyDeleteKIttens and a bunch of boxes equals the best playground ever!