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starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2012-08-31 09:09 pm
starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2012-08-31 09:09 pm
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I am attempting to write this post with Biscuit sitting smack bang in front of the monitor. Cannot figure out if she wants food or comfort.
Turned out she wanted comfort. I think she's a little disoriented from the virus. Which brings me to the subject of this post. Walker hopped up on the bed this morning, and did all the things she did before she settles down. Only this time, she would take a breath and then cry and look at me as if to say, "Marmar, what's this?"
So there was nothing for it but to rush her to the vet. Poor little thing. She was distressed enough already with the cold, then I had to bung her into the carrier and take her heaven knows where. But she was a good patient at the vet, where she weighed in at 4.25 kg (!!!), and her temperature registered normal. Thank God, no infection.
Dr. D was our vet for the day, and his diagnosis was a viral/bacterial bug. Given how it seems to have spread like summer lightning from Patpat, Biscuit, Pixel, and Walker, the vote goes to a viral infection.
I was sent on my way with colloidal silver, LC-Vit, and prescriptions for two other medicines at Mercury Drug. These I bought at the new branch in front of St. Luke's - a well-equipped place with the widest aisles I've ever seen in a drugstore. Got myself some Cetaphil while I was at it, and a newspaper for Ramon.
Once we got home, we let Walker out of the carrier in the house. Told her she had to stay inside because of her cold, and she complained a little, but then settled down on the sofa. Brioche and Bunbun settled down with her to keep her company, and Baguette came up making querying noises. She'd seen her mummy in the carrier and wanted to know what happened, I guess.
We all managed to get some rest, and then it was time for the medicines. I discovered quickly that Walker is not a very good patient. So after the first round of medicines (which ended up with about fifty to sixty percent going down Walker's throat and the rest to perdition), I have developed a technique that will get her medicine inside her. Experience has taught me that one doesn't have to follow the doctor's prescription to the letter, as long as the right dose of meds gets into the cat at the the end of the day.
Life went on pretty much as usual, except for Tartie's absence. *sniffle* It's quiet without him. I've got his collar hanging along with the brand new ones - I don't think anyone will wear it now.
On a brighter note: I saw Mrs. Qbie sunning herself in the neighbors garage. She had the kittens with her. I only saw one kitten clearly - we were on the way to the vet with Walker then - but it is the spitting image of Qbie. Is fat, too - the people obviously are kind to animals there. That is a good thing, and may the house be blessed.
Turned out she wanted comfort. I think she's a little disoriented from the virus. Which brings me to the subject of this post. Walker hopped up on the bed this morning, and did all the things she did before she settles down. Only this time, she would take a breath and then cry and look at me as if to say, "Marmar, what's this?"
So there was nothing for it but to rush her to the vet. Poor little thing. She was distressed enough already with the cold, then I had to bung her into the carrier and take her heaven knows where. But she was a good patient at the vet, where she weighed in at 4.25 kg (!!!), and her temperature registered normal. Thank God, no infection.
Dr. D was our vet for the day, and his diagnosis was a viral/bacterial bug. Given how it seems to have spread like summer lightning from Patpat, Biscuit, Pixel, and Walker, the vote goes to a viral infection.
I was sent on my way with colloidal silver, LC-Vit, and prescriptions for two other medicines at Mercury Drug. These I bought at the new branch in front of St. Luke's - a well-equipped place with the widest aisles I've ever seen in a drugstore. Got myself some Cetaphil while I was at it, and a newspaper for Ramon.
Once we got home, we let Walker out of the carrier in the house. Told her she had to stay inside because of her cold, and she complained a little, but then settled down on the sofa. Brioche and Bunbun settled down with her to keep her company, and Baguette came up making querying noises. She'd seen her mummy in the carrier and wanted to know what happened, I guess.
We all managed to get some rest, and then it was time for the medicines. I discovered quickly that Walker is not a very good patient. So after the first round of medicines (which ended up with about fifty to sixty percent going down Walker's throat and the rest to perdition), I have developed a technique that will get her medicine inside her. Experience has taught me that one doesn't have to follow the doctor's prescription to the letter, as long as the right dose of meds gets into the cat at the the end of the day.
Life went on pretty much as usual, except for Tartie's absence. *sniffle* It's quiet without him. I've got his collar hanging along with the brand new ones - I don't think anyone will wear it now.
On a brighter note: I saw Mrs. Qbie sunning herself in the neighbors garage. She had the kittens with her. I only saw one kitten clearly - we were on the way to the vet with Walker then - but it is the spitting image of Qbie. Is fat, too - the people obviously are kind to animals there. That is a good thing, and may the house be blessed.
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Maybe Walker just wanted the warms?
Yay! Couldnt hurt to tell them about spaying later.
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As of this writing, Biscuit has rejoined society. Considering she was one of the later afflicted, she's the first to recover. All the others are sniffling, but apparently on the mend. Basically it's only Paddycat and Walker now. Though Paddycat has rejoined society, the bug is somewhat stubborn with him. Poor baby, he looks so woeful asking for food and then not being able to smell it!
Tikoy is the most rebellious when it comes to medication. But I put some medicine down his throat, and I have high hopes of his eventual recovery.