Merlin here with another Mancat Monday with a new mancat. Yes, there’s another cat in the house and what a madhouse it’s been since our mom, Layla got back from the Blogpaws conference in Nashville.
Talk about ups and and downs. Sometimes being blind has its advantages but I can can smell and hear just fine. The new mancat Radish (what kind of cray cray name is that!) is a sick, old ginger boy as skinny as me and as talkative as me. He bounced back from his last legs at the shelter but he’s not out of the woods. He’s not eating much and the peeps started to syringe feed him. Ugh, I went through that last year and it was no fun. Ditto the sub-q fluids.
It’s too soon to say if he will recover (he’s badly jaundiced) so they are giving him the full coddling “whatever he wants” treatment now. He slept in the armchair in the bedroom for most of the night again and all us cats accepted him as if he’d always been there. Okay, I had a minor bout of peevishness when I overheard the peeps cooing, good boy!
Yesterday was the perfect June day, sunny and warm with the sweet scent of honeysuckle. I live for weather like this and lounged on the picnic blankie in bliss. Radish, who could barely walk on Friday, let alone navigate stairs, slowly made his way downstairs hellbent on going out. He’s walking a bit faster but still tortoise slow and in no danger of dashing off. He sniffed the air and settled for a sun bath with Layla on a towel near me.
He enjoyed the fresh air, earth and sun as much as I do. He also liked lying under a bush and on the driveway just like me! I think we could have been good friends had he arrived a few years ago but we’re both getting ready for the great beyond. I won’t take bets on who is going first or when. Every day I wake up is bonus especially in the summer.
Odin made an appearance to say a respectful hello, but frankly all he cares about is hunting. Radish and Nou Nou had a deep discussion about shelter life, freedom and the joys of the natural world. After Gris Gris died Domino’s compassion as a helper cat deepened and he kept a watchful eye on both us old boys.
Radish is also smart like me. He understands everything. It’s kind of spooky. He let Layla know when he wanted to go back inside and managed to climb up the stairs by himself. Layla found him lounging on her bathrobe on the floor of her dressing room. She still hasn’t unpacked and there are clothes everywhere. Radish didn’t care about the mess and later napped on my old love seat with my old teddy bears, piggy and lamb where my sister Coco used to lounge. I no longer go there but all our new cats make it a pilgrimage nap spot.
After a wonderful day and hopeful turn for the better, things got worse. Dr. G. our mobile vet will be stopping by for a visit and we’ll go from there. Radish’s life hangs in the balance and there’s no way to sugarcoat it. Even Nou Nou our kitty queen is very concerned. She took an instant like to the old boy. Continued prayers welcome. If you missed the latest posts about Radish, click here and here