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Nov. 20th, 2015 09:12 amCats and mimosas. You betcha.
Mimosa in hand, I will now type about Lady Jane. I took her to the vet last Saturday for her first round of shots. I'm quite sure she's not pregnant, now, since if she were, there would be kittens, and there aren't. She weighed 11.1 pounds. Which is a) too much and b) more than twice what she did when I first found her. She also has three lumps under her chin, which I suspect are battle scars.
The vet was going to shave her belly, to check and see if she had a scar from having been spayed (unlikely but possible). He took her into the back. About five minutes later, he returned, Lady unshaved. He said, "She does not like the electric clippers."
"Not having any?" I suggested.
"Really not," he replied. Later, he tried to clip a bit of the scab on one of the lumps under her chin to see if it was abscessed. And, again with the not having any. Really, really not having any.
She needs to go back in about a week to get boosters for the distemper and feline leukemia vaccinations.
I am a little sad because of late she has not been very affectionate. She can be companionable, she will often be in the media room if I am there, but she doesn't come over to get petted. She does like being petted, and responds very enthusiastically to it. But she doesn't initiate it.
Nuit is continuing to be a little shit, and Lady Jane Grey is continuing to be obstreperous to Nuit. There are longer periods of peace while they are in close proximity, so I think it's getting better, but they are still occasionally stalking and pouncing each other. Yesterday, when I refilled the food bowl that we call the Little Person Bowl, because Nuit, the Little Person, is the one who cares most about whether or not it's full, Lady Jane waited patiently for Nuit to eat first, and then ate. They had no conflict about it, and then fell asleep about a foot apart, Lady on a chair, Nuit on the futon-couch next to it.
I wonder, sometimes, if Lady Jane doesn't sit with me anymore because she has decided that she can't get on the couch because she's seen it used as a bed, and now it's become a piece of furniture that she's not allowed up on. This is probably a weird fantasy on my part, but it's clear that her former people were very strict about some furniture. She never, ever gets up on tables or beds or counters. This, coupled with the fact that she was apparently inadequately socialized and doesn't really know how to deal with being petted, leads me to think very harsh things about her former people. I suspect them of having been strict disciplinarians, but not very affectionate. What, my childhood traumas being projected on an innocent cat, how can you say such a thing!
Life is good. Complicated, but good. And, cats and mimosas.
Mimosa in hand, I will now type about Lady Jane. I took her to the vet last Saturday for her first round of shots. I'm quite sure she's not pregnant, now, since if she were, there would be kittens, and there aren't. She weighed 11.1 pounds. Which is a) too much and b) more than twice what she did when I first found her. She also has three lumps under her chin, which I suspect are battle scars.
The vet was going to shave her belly, to check and see if she had a scar from having been spayed (unlikely but possible). He took her into the back. About five minutes later, he returned, Lady unshaved. He said, "She does not like the electric clippers."
"Not having any?" I suggested.
"Really not," he replied. Later, he tried to clip a bit of the scab on one of the lumps under her chin to see if it was abscessed. And, again with the not having any. Really, really not having any.
She needs to go back in about a week to get boosters for the distemper and feline leukemia vaccinations.
I am a little sad because of late she has not been very affectionate. She can be companionable, she will often be in the media room if I am there, but she doesn't come over to get petted. She does like being petted, and responds very enthusiastically to it. But she doesn't initiate it.
Nuit is continuing to be a little shit, and Lady Jane Grey is continuing to be obstreperous to Nuit. There are longer periods of peace while they are in close proximity, so I think it's getting better, but they are still occasionally stalking and pouncing each other. Yesterday, when I refilled the food bowl that we call the Little Person Bowl, because Nuit, the Little Person, is the one who cares most about whether or not it's full, Lady Jane waited patiently for Nuit to eat first, and then ate. They had no conflict about it, and then fell asleep about a foot apart, Lady on a chair, Nuit on the futon-couch next to it.
I wonder, sometimes, if Lady Jane doesn't sit with me anymore because she has decided that she can't get on the couch because she's seen it used as a bed, and now it's become a piece of furniture that she's not allowed up on. This is probably a weird fantasy on my part, but it's clear that her former people were very strict about some furniture. She never, ever gets up on tables or beds or counters. This, coupled with the fact that she was apparently inadequately socialized and doesn't really know how to deal with being petted, leads me to think very harsh things about her former people. I suspect them of having been strict disciplinarians, but not very affectionate. What, my childhood traumas being projected on an innocent cat, how can you say such a thing!
Life is good. Complicated, but good. And, cats and mimosas.
