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My Dummo Cat
Nov. 2nd, 2020 12:28 pmFirst of all, Blessed Samhain to those who celebrate it.
Image: Me with my pandemic hair, showing off a pumpkin carving.
My Halloween was fairly uneventful. Since we decided to not hand out candy, we did our ritual and Mason and I played a bit of a video game and that was that.
Sunday morning, Mason had a deadline for an early action college which he got together in time, we hit the send together--the common app has a button called "celebrate" which allows you to sit there for a moment and watch confetti burst behind the YOU FINISHED screen. Not gonna lie, we pressed that button at least three times.
And, then things conspired to put me in a really crappy mood... not the least of which was discovering that our void cat, Willow, had swallowed a needle.
First: SHE IS OKAY. We got her to the emergency vet in time, she did manage to puncture her esophagus but they removed the needle (and thread still attached) with only the barest need for an incision.
The whole story of my idiot cat will appear beneath the cut.
( Read more... not gross, but maybe you don't need the stress today? )
Who eats needles?? Does Willow have some kind of past life as a DOG???
And, then, as I said on FB, she found an outside leaf stick on the floor and immediately tried to eat that. When I took it away from her, I said, "Are you suicidal!? Gimme that!"
IT'S LIKE WE HAVE A TODDLER AGAIN.
We have since hidden all the needles and other sharp objects and... yeah, she seems to be doing fine? She has an allergy to sutures that I forgot to tell the vet about in last night's panic, but all that seems to mean is that the wound is puckering a little and is itchy. I might ask my regular vet is there's anti-itch cream for cats that would be safe to put on it. Last thing we want is for her to pull that out... and, oh my god, if any cat could, it would be Willow. We spent so much time after her spay running around yelling, "WILLOW NO, DON'T LICK THAT! You're not supposed to play rough....AHHHHH, WILLOW!"
The more I write about this, the more I am convinced she was, in fact, a dog in her past life.
But, here she is, just five minutes ago, still somewhat cross-eyed playing her favorite "mouse under the rug" game.
Image: Groggy Willow at play.
Image: Me with my pandemic hair, showing off a pumpkin carving.
My Halloween was fairly uneventful. Since we decided to not hand out candy, we did our ritual and Mason and I played a bit of a video game and that was that.
Sunday morning, Mason had a deadline for an early action college which he got together in time, we hit the send together--the common app has a button called "celebrate" which allows you to sit there for a moment and watch confetti burst behind the YOU FINISHED screen. Not gonna lie, we pressed that button at least three times.
And, then things conspired to put me in a really crappy mood... not the least of which was discovering that our void cat, Willow, had swallowed a needle.
First: SHE IS OKAY. We got her to the emergency vet in time, she did manage to puncture her esophagus but they removed the needle (and thread still attached) with only the barest need for an incision.
The whole story of my idiot cat will appear beneath the cut.
( Read more... not gross, but maybe you don't need the stress today? )
Who eats needles?? Does Willow have some kind of past life as a DOG???
And, then, as I said on FB, she found an outside leaf stick on the floor and immediately tried to eat that. When I took it away from her, I said, "Are you suicidal!? Gimme that!"
IT'S LIKE WE HAVE A TODDLER AGAIN.
We have since hidden all the needles and other sharp objects and... yeah, she seems to be doing fine? She has an allergy to sutures that I forgot to tell the vet about in last night's panic, but all that seems to mean is that the wound is puckering a little and is itchy. I might ask my regular vet is there's anti-itch cream for cats that would be safe to put on it. Last thing we want is for her to pull that out... and, oh my god, if any cat could, it would be Willow. We spent so much time after her spay running around yelling, "WILLOW NO, DON'T LICK THAT! You're not supposed to play rough....AHHHHH, WILLOW!"
The more I write about this, the more I am convinced she was, in fact, a dog in her past life.
But, here she is, just five minutes ago, still somewhat cross-eyed playing her favorite "mouse under the rug" game.
Image: Groggy Willow at play.