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Grey Jane a Lady
She finished her 10 day course of antibiotics yesterday. She continued to be easy to pill, although she continued to growl about it. I think she still feels a bit warm to the touch, but I may be over-anxious. If I continue to be anxious through the weekend, I'll ask for a weight and temperature check at the vets.
She is eating So Much Food. Really. I'm giving her a 5.5 oz. can of cat food a day, plus a bowl full of kibble, which I refill frequently. I'm pretty sure she's eating seven or eight ounces of food a day, which is, like one eleventh of her body weight as of her last weight. That's, um, a lot of food. I can no longer feel each rib when I pet her, and while I can feel her vertebrae, they are no longer quite so prominent. Her shoulder and hip bones are also less prominent, the hip bones especially.
She seems to like me best. She always comes when I call, even though that usually involves getting pilled. She gets lonely, and if I'm in the kitchen doing things, she'll kick up a fuss on the other side of the door, trying to get me to come in there. She's companionable, and seems to like being in the room with me even if she isn't actively seeking to be petted. I do have to be a little careful, when she's over-stimulated, she will bite. Not usually very hard. I suspect that she was inadequately socialized as a small thing.
She loves catnip. Which I only give her when I'm about to leave, because it makes her snappish and aggressive. But she's really cute when she rolls around with it.
Here are some more bad pictures:
I don't know if these pictures show how much she's filled out, and how much fluffier her coat is, but both are true.
In related news, my best cat, Arwen, is jealous about the time I'm spending with Lady Jane Grey and is punishing me by avoiding me. Which means that it's hard to give her her medication. I often have to ask Pamela to do it. Cats!
She is eating So Much Food. Really. I'm giving her a 5.5 oz. can of cat food a day, plus a bowl full of kibble, which I refill frequently. I'm pretty sure she's eating seven or eight ounces of food a day, which is, like one eleventh of her body weight as of her last weight. That's, um, a lot of food. I can no longer feel each rib when I pet her, and while I can feel her vertebrae, they are no longer quite so prominent. Her shoulder and hip bones are also less prominent, the hip bones especially.
She seems to like me best. She always comes when I call, even though that usually involves getting pilled. She gets lonely, and if I'm in the kitchen doing things, she'll kick up a fuss on the other side of the door, trying to get me to come in there. She's companionable, and seems to like being in the room with me even if she isn't actively seeking to be petted. I do have to be a little careful, when she's over-stimulated, she will bite. Not usually very hard. I suspect that she was inadequately socialized as a small thing.
She loves catnip. Which I only give her when I'm about to leave, because it makes her snappish and aggressive. But she's really cute when she rolls around with it.
Here are some more bad pictures:
I don't know if these pictures show how much she's filled out, and how much fluffier her coat is, but both are true.
In related news, my best cat, Arwen, is jealous about the time I'm spending with Lady Jane Grey and is punishing me by avoiding me. Which means that it's hard to give her her medication. I often have to ask Pamela to do it. Cats!