kryskat
Member Since 2010
Well, she's breathing so noisily it was very hard for me to sleep. Imagine the worst snoring you've ever heard - right next to your ear. But, we're over 12 hours since treatment and as far as I can tell, she didn't vomit, she used her LB that I put on the downstairs front porch last night (2 Ps there). She seems pretty much the same as yesterday. I force fed her twice last night - slightly less than usual because I figured she might be nauseated. But not too much less.
This AM - 2 Tbsp Wellness was put in her mouth and mostly went down her throat. Trying to get back on a reasonable schedule for work - since I have to force feed, I try to leave at least 2 hours from first feeding till the next to let the food digest a bit (and I try to give 2 meals before work since she won't eat on her own). Going to have to feed a little sooner today, because they'll be waiting for me at work.
Today's story:
We adopted Kasha because I was crying all the time (Yes, I used to be melodramatic like that)... My BF at the time was a dog person but didn't have any pets then - he'd just moved to Cleveland. My childhood cat had died a couple years before, I was just out of college and gradually working on moving in with the BF but missing a cat. We looked at a couple of shelters and narrowed it down to 2 cats: a long slinkly black cat from a no-kill rescue or Kasha (who was named "Mindy" at the time to her utter disgust - she's no Mindy). The first time I saw Kasha, I thought she was like a little coyote cat - she had a long nose and didn't look like any other cat I'd seen. She was about 9 mos old. She seemed feisty, swiping at my hand with her ears all perked up. I called BF over to look at her and she hissed at him. That's when I knew... but we didn't adopt her that day. We left the shelter and I cried about all the cats there (BF said - this is supposed to be something to make you happy, not make you cry more!). I thought about the slinky black cat. I wanted a cat we could travel with, especially when we'd go to Grateful Dead shows (yeah, that was our summer travel plan!) and that black cat seemed all laid back and ready for travel. But Kasha - she seemed difficult and complicated. You could tell she wasn't the sort of cat who could be around children. She was aggressive. But there was something about her. We went back for her and I took her out of the cage. I was very nervous - my previous cat had hated being held, but Kasha was fine with it. I handed her to BF while I filled out the adoption papers and even though he was a very handy, strong, tough construction type guy, she quickly outwitted him and I had to peel her off his back when he lost control of her. I was so nervous about taking her home in the car - my childhood cat hated being in the car. But Kasha just lay in her carrier and groomed all the way home. We got home (BF's apartment) and I was a nervous wreck - trying to cat-proof the apartment. But she was always so smart. That night, she came up on the bed with us and lay down between us - probably the only time she ever did that. She stayed for a brief while and then went to explore. I remember thinking, ok... this might work out. But I'm never going to be as attached to her as I was to my cat growing up.
Ha! I wonder how I could have been so wrong... I love her more than I could imagine loving anything.
Yesterday
This AM - 2 Tbsp Wellness was put in her mouth and mostly went down her throat. Trying to get back on a reasonable schedule for work - since I have to force feed, I try to leave at least 2 hours from first feeding till the next to let the food digest a bit (and I try to give 2 meals before work since she won't eat on her own). Going to have to feed a little sooner today, because they'll be waiting for me at work.
Today's story:
We adopted Kasha because I was crying all the time (Yes, I used to be melodramatic like that)... My BF at the time was a dog person but didn't have any pets then - he'd just moved to Cleveland. My childhood cat had died a couple years before, I was just out of college and gradually working on moving in with the BF but missing a cat. We looked at a couple of shelters and narrowed it down to 2 cats: a long slinkly black cat from a no-kill rescue or Kasha (who was named "Mindy" at the time to her utter disgust - she's no Mindy). The first time I saw Kasha, I thought she was like a little coyote cat - she had a long nose and didn't look like any other cat I'd seen. She was about 9 mos old. She seemed feisty, swiping at my hand with her ears all perked up. I called BF over to look at her and she hissed at him. That's when I knew... but we didn't adopt her that day. We left the shelter and I cried about all the cats there (BF said - this is supposed to be something to make you happy, not make you cry more!). I thought about the slinky black cat. I wanted a cat we could travel with, especially when we'd go to Grateful Dead shows (yeah, that was our summer travel plan!) and that black cat seemed all laid back and ready for travel. But Kasha - she seemed difficult and complicated. You could tell she wasn't the sort of cat who could be around children. She was aggressive. But there was something about her. We went back for her and I took her out of the cage. I was very nervous - my previous cat had hated being held, but Kasha was fine with it. I handed her to BF while I filled out the adoption papers and even though he was a very handy, strong, tough construction type guy, she quickly outwitted him and I had to peel her off his back when he lost control of her. I was so nervous about taking her home in the car - my childhood cat hated being in the car. But Kasha just lay in her carrier and groomed all the way home. We got home (BF's apartment) and I was a nervous wreck - trying to cat-proof the apartment. But she was always so smart. That night, she came up on the bed with us and lay down between us - probably the only time she ever did that. She stayed for a brief while and then went to explore. I remember thinking, ok... this might work out. But I'm never going to be as attached to her as I was to my cat growing up.
Ha! I wonder how I could have been so wrong... I love her more than I could imagine loving anything.
Yesterday
