I've been hoping that maybe she might not need the second shot, but she has begun licking herself, though no inappropriate peeing or apparent pain. Last night her right ear was very hot, and she didn't want me to look at it or rub it, so I'll have to ask him to take a look when I take her in tomorrow. We had a mighty thunderstorm last night. At one point there was a very close lightning strike a couple blocks to the southwest. It got us all sitting upright, and Micia went tearing from the living room back towards the basement, though she didn't go all the way downstairs. I think she's still afraid the door might get closed & she would be shut in down there. She'll follow me down, but she wants to come right back up. When we got home from the Memorial Day service at the high school, she plopped herself down by the Sansevieria and just looked at me as if to say, "I'm just thinking about chewing on this." But she didn't. We had a nice snuggle this morning before the service. The heat earlier this week made her VERY furry, so everything needs a good vacuuming.

When we came home from lunch at Cattlemen's with Joyce & Cliff yesterday there was a strong smell of urine in the kitchen--but no place else. We of course assumed she had used one of the rugs, though even when she was sick her urine didn't smell like that--it was reminiscent of Clement, our evil cat from the '80s. I tossed all the rugs downstairs & swept, but I also closed the window over the kitchen sink that I had opened for circulation. This morning the kitchen was no longer smelly, but neither was the laundry room that had the rugs in it all night, so I'm thinking one of the stray boys must have left a marker under the kitchen window.

34 pounds of the World's Best Cat Litter is a lot of litter--it'll last at least 6 months. But I sure like the smell of it better than the traditional litter, and I think Micia does, too.

So last night I gave Micia her pill, which is not nearly as difficult now that it's not every night, and I gave her some z/d treats (found out this morning that at some point she got up on the dining room table & took a bite out of the loaf of bread I hadn't yet taken back to the kitchen). I didn't close the door to the room, so she decided to take herself to bed--in our bed upstairs :D. I found her when I came up to take my shower. Since she's never in her life before now had to sleep by herself, it doesn't surprise me at all that she thinks she should sleep with us. She also believes her food should be in the kitchen. If G&G come to visit, things will have to be rearranged. She's crying more this morning, but she tends to do that the day after her pill. I'm contemplating asking Dr. G to give her her shot today rather than waiting until Tuesday.

So I shouldn't be so crabby. I love having her, and I told her yesterday when we were making the bed that when Christine reclaims her, we'll have to have a replacement. Between the heat, humidity & cystitis, she's probably not 100% yet, although it has cooled off, thank goodness.

We have meat! Now she thinks it's all she should eat :( She also seems to believe that if I'm in the kitchen I should be feeding her. Unfortunately, she started the day by pooping right inside the door to the bedroom, so that when Jim let her out, the door ground the poop into the carpet. She does seem to be able to pee OK, and isn't going on the futon, carpet or bed. She did go downstairs to poop in the little box.... The internet vet (Ohio State) said the canned food would be preferable with the cystitis, as it would up the intake of fluid. I cut back the pills to twice a week, since she's had no vomiting (fingers crossed).

Here she is before lunch today, playing with Jim. She seems to prefer this plain string.

The second call this morning was from the vet, who was checking in on Micia. She is doing better, though she was crankier this morning--I gave her a pill last night. His test on the bacteria indicates that the antibiotic he gave her was "moderately" effective, so she still needs another shot in two weeks, but he may give her something different "if it comes back" 8-( I don't need both the cat and the husband sick.

Boy, was she mad at me when we got home! Just sat with her back to me for a long time. In the evening she sat on my lap for a while, but got down when I sneezed, then went up & went to bed in our bed--she was still there when we came upstairs. She seems to be feeling better this morning.

Home again. He says there was pretty much bacteria. He gave her a shot of antibiotic, and wants to shoot her again in two weeks, and refilled the prednisolone. They have the prescribed food right on their shelves, so I can just drop in when I need more. I ordered the world's best cat litter yesterday. Next time we're in Mason City I'll insist we go to Pet Smart, so I don't have to pay for shipping!

There was a cat that could have been Oboe's sibling there this morning. Micia growled at it (it lives on the front counter). I wonder whether she'd tolerate a kitty. I wonder if Jim would tolerate another cat 8-\

She's mad at me: left ear flat--doesn't want to snuggle. I expect she'll get over it. I hope. I have to do her claws soon.v

Sick :(

Really. Doc says she has cystitis. She "can probably" come home today, bur he's runnung more tests and they'll call me. :(

Vet

Micia met the vet today. She was following me around. She'd cry, then squat, pee about six drops, then walk off. She peed three times on the futon (covered it w/plastic Saturday) while I was sitting there. Followed me down to the laundry room & peed on the door mat that I haven't put back outside yet. I called the Chicago vet from the office & they're faxing her medical records over. She was very polite: just squeaked as he inspected her (the assistant said she didn't look her age--which she doesn't)--even let him look in her ears with nary a peep. They had the cutest little kitty, and a simply gorgeous mama cat who's about to give birth. I told him I was just about to put my name on his kitty list when Christine called to ask if we'd take Micia. Don't know whether Jim would tolerate a kitty from that mommy--she's very furry. They're refilling Micia's prednisolone. She's using the litter box, but she doesn't like the lid all of a sudden (in the last week--used it to pee but pooped on the rug 8-( ). Maybe it's PTSD? We'll see. She's eating & drinking & snuggling & playing like normal...

She wanted me to lift her up onto the bed this morning (though she's perfectly capable of getting up herself). 

So we started out like this.

But she got tired of having her picture taken, turned herself over & covered up 8-D

It was too cool to open the windows this week, so we put the chair where she can look out:

When she heard the camera:

I wish I could upload her talking.

Her favorite position

Rainy today--house kinda smells like wet cat :(

I guess the honeymoon is over :( This morning she "missed" the litter box & peed over the edge & onto the paper, which meant onto the rug. So I cleaned the box , sprayed the carpet, and moved the box onto a plastic-backed mat (too late smart).When we sat down for breakfast, she climbed up on the pedestal table & tried to chew on the plant (she has only ever chewed on any of the plants when someone was there to see it and say "no.") Tonight she led me into the bedroom so that I could see that she'd peed on the futon, so I cleaned the litter box, and while I was doing that, she jumped up on the futon and peed on it again. Little litter box downstairs; big, covered litter box upstairs. Don't know whether she's sick or the windstorm/thunderstorm is bothering her. Oh, dear. We're going to Mason City tomorrow, so I'll drop by the Fleet 'n Farm, which I think carries the World's Best Litter (they carry Micia's food). She's in "her" room now, but if I can't figure this out, she'll have to be removed to the basement. 8(

In the meantime, the peaceful part of the day:

The kitty is in my lap and the camera is on the dining room table, with new pictures. She talks with her ears--she's so funny! She spends the morning in the middle of our bed, then spends the afternoon either in my lap at the computer (decidedly uncomfortable and inconvenient) or in Jim's recliner.

Showers

She knows that when we're taking showers and/or gwtting dressed first thing in the morning that she's going to be left alone. This is what we got yesterday as we prepared to leave for the funeral--with kitty "humphs." (I wish I could figure out a way to upload the sound effects, which are quite as funny as the mannerisms.

Isn't it nice how she matches the carpet?

I did my long yoga tape for the first time in a while this morning, and when it came time for relaxation at the end, there she was at the "head" end of the sticky mat, waiting to be petted during the relaxation. Nicky always took the middle, so this was a pleasant surprise.