poor tommy has “cat herpes” (non-contagious to humans) and there’s nothing the vet or i can do about it. i wipe his eyes with special wipes every night and give him antibiotic eyedrops about 3 times a year. regardless, he is very loved 🙂
various “my therapist has whiskers” cat shirts, mugs, etc. here. so cute.
butter hasn’t been upstairs in about 2 years (me/vet thinks it hurt him too much to climb the stairs…probably arthritis). today, he wasn’t around when i got up and i searched the house for 30 minutes and couldn’t find him. i thought he might have died (he always comes when i call), but took a leap and checked my upstairs office (the only door that isn’t closed up there) and he’s hidden in the back lying on a bunch of bubble wrap. he won’t leave the spot. i wormed my way in there and picked him up to see if he was in pain, but he didn’t react. i carried him downstairs to the room with the food/water/catbox and he used the box and very, very slowly and immediately went back up the stairs to my office closet. i’m hoping he’s just feeling a little sick and not finding his spot to pass away in. the not knowing is some of the worst parts of this. he could thrive for years or this could be a sign of the end.
i called the vet and told her, but there’s nothing she can do but do a bunch of blood tests. can’t afford them or the treatment if something’s found. he’s not in pain though, he’s just as far away as possible by himself. the office is right beside my bedroom.
my heart physically hurts right now. he’s not “just a cat”…he turned 18 last month and has been my best friend, companion, muse, champion. and so much more. our connection has been unlike any other with a cat i’ve ever had. he’s intentionally tried to physically comfort me during bad times, via various ways. if i was crying, he’d keep putting his nose against my arm…but never, ever does that any other time. he never tries to sit in my lap, unless i’m upset. it’s difficult to explain the reality of our connection. he’s done it with others, too….when he senses any kind of stress (even with a complete stranger), he gets near them and stays a while.
waiting to see what’s going on is the hardest part.
[UPDATE] a few hours later, when i got up from my nap, he came downstairs and used the cat box and drank a ton of water. i’m going to take this as a good sign. he’s staying downstairs in his usual spot, so i may have been worried for nothing. have to admit, it was very unusual behavior and somewhat of how a cat begins to act when he knows he’s going to die.
[UPDATE] acting as normal as ever now. still getting old…skinny, and slow most of the time.
i can’t believe i’ve been using aluminum foil for decades. these little guys (you get two) fit every single can…no matter the size…of my wet (canned) cat food. dishwasher-safe and more eco-friendly than foil. lid covers are mega easy to put on and take off. also doesn’t smell up the fridge!
first, he has cat herpes. this causes a variety of upper respiratory issues in cats…his affects his eyes. i clean his eyes daily. nothing else can be done. the vet prescribes some triple meds eyedrops a few times a year, which helps for a little bit. i feel bad for him but, as cats usually do, he lives his life as though nothing’s wrong.
secondly, he’s a decade younger than butter (who just turned 18). butter has never wanted anything to do with tommy, yet tommy kept stalking butter and jumping on him wanting to play. butter used to be able to defend himself pretty well, but as he’s aging has lost a lot of strength and dexterity to run away. the last time tommy tried to pounce on him, butter bit the fuck out of tommy’s ear…which collapsed his ear’s blood vessels and you can see the result in the pic. it’s caused him no pain (maybe at first), i couldn’t afford the surgery and didn’t want him under dangerous anesthesia for a minor issue…so now he has a broken ear. he didn’t bother butter for about a month after butter fucked his ear up, btw.
this pic makes me a bit sad, but it’s the life of a cat daddy, i suppose 🙂
i wonder how much real estate is on cat island?
thomas o’ malley is baiting me by being cute so i’ll rub his tummy…but it’s a trap! if i do, it will be like the first ten minutes of “saving private ryan” and then my hand is missing.
good try, tommy….good try.
i’ve never allowed any of my cats in my bedroom. my sleep is imperative and i need to remain undisturbed as much as possible (i’m constantly sleep-deprived, so i try to limit things that wake me up as much as possible). moreso…no cat hair on my bed!
that said…my bedroom door is always closed. the rare times that i accidentally leave it open, i arrive to find a kitty standing at the threshold peering inside at all the wonders of the world (through their eyes). unexplored territory with their daddy’s smell throughout…but they don’t cross the threshold.
when i first got butter (he’s almost 18 now!), he ran into my room the first chance he got when he was a newbie. immediately ran under the bed, of course. and it’s impossible to hand-reach a cowering cat underneath a king size bed with barely room enough for an arm to blindly feel around, so i used the “scare the shit out of him with extremely loud sounds” technique. he bolted out and never went in again (after a few more tries and scoldings)
if i’m just running into my bedroom to grab something real quick, i sometimes won’t close the door to latch close…it’s just cracked open a tad. tommy will nudge his head against the door and stick his head in…but won’t come inside.
it’s very funny to see, actually. i don’t carry my phone around with me, so i can never get a pic. one day, perhaps.
every morning i get up…for 4 years now….tommy sits outside my bedroom door in the hall and waits for me to get up and come out. he head butts my legs to death, gets petted, and follows me downstairs to do our morning socializing, get fresh food/water, and still doesn’t understand that i need an hour of coffee/wake-up time before i can play with him. butter, however, has learned to give me an hour to wake up. after i’ve been up an hour, butter starts meowing at me for attention.
it’s the only part of my days that i love. it’s the only joy, happiness, and love i experience or want anymore.
there’s so much love between us, i simply can’t put it into words to reflect its perfection and how carthartic they make me feel.
talk about stealing one’s heart…
i was able, for the first time in almost 2 weeks, to speak words out loud. never had laryngitis before. what a crazy trip that is.
anyway…i spoke to the kitties today and they didn’t care one bit.