Ha ha, can you believe it’s another Mondays With Merlin? I’m still here by the grace of Bast and 24/7 cat care. I won’t say it’s been a cakewalk. A poop-covered seesaw is more apropos. Up and down up and down in an endless circle of snot. Wiping, sneezing, steaming, nebulizing with endless droppers of meds is getting old but that’s what happens when a very old cat like me with high WBC count has to fight a bacterial infection.
The good news is I’m doing all the usual good stuff vets insist on: eating, drinking, peeing, pooing normally. Granted I’m on an appetite stimulant that for two days made walk like a drunken sailor without the fun. And thankfully those wretched plastic tubes for syringe feeding are history. Blech. I’m perkier, chattier and needier. I will pee on the bed if I’m left alone for more than a hour. That seems to get everyone’s attention pronto.
Layla is snuggling with me at all hours and apologizes for being offline (too much for her but not enough for me!) Scroll down to the footer see our latest photos on Instagram. You don’t need to join or be a member to look. She’s slowly visiting blogs again and returning comments.
The plan is to
live forever continue two kinds of antibiotics for another week, then see the vet and go from there. But I came very closed to exiting last week but I’m just not ready. I love summer so very much and my daily picnics al fresco are the highlight of my day. If I can blast the infection to smithereens, I stand a good chance of enjoying the rest of the summer.
Today, I’d like to extend my thanks for everyone purring and praying for me from Canada, U.K. France, Switzerland to far flung Japan, Australia, New Zealand and of course every state in the U.S.
On behalf of my brothers Domino and Odin, my parents, Layla and Joe, I’d also like to honor Nou Nou. Our silky gray one-eyed visionary and foster sister arrived six months ago after being a shelter cage for seven months and prior to that, a hoarder. This is the first real home she’s known and she’s adjusted well. Of course, this her forever home now and she knows it. Everyone respects her quirks and the total acceptance has reduced her anxiety, neurotic over-grooming and skittish bolting/hiding. She’s grown into a confident cat with beauty and brains.
All the boys love her but her heart belongs to Odin and to Angel Radish during the brief time he lived here. She is still getting over his death and looks mournfully out the bedroom window which overlooks his grave. During the worst of kitty ICU, she did not get her usual evening playtime and did a lot more hiding. She’s happily back to her usual haunts including her special bed on Layla’s desk. She doesn’t care if Layla is or isn’t at her desk but Nou Nou’s office nap hours are from 1-5 pm.
We don’t know her exact birthday but she was about a year old last June but we didn’t celebrate her birthday then. We’d like to celebrate her birthday and name her “queen of the day”. She’s very dainty, precise in her movements and mysteriously regal. If her spoke humanspeak it would be like HRH Queen Elizabeth. Very posh and proper.
She made an instant and strong connection with Radish who happened to occupy the same shelter cage some months apart. How weird is that?
During the intense kitty ICU care of Radish, Nou Nou would keep and eye on him but at a respectful and healthy distance (the magic number to reduce contagion is four feet). I found the two of them in the front hall communing in the middle of the night on more than one occasion. Animals know when another is sick and compassion is not uncommon. She imbued a Florence Nightingale aura so sweet, Layla called her Nurse Nou Nou. Nurse NN must have been with Radish when he crossed over because she did something she hasn’t done before or since.
Early on the morning on June 18th, Nou Nou jumped into bed and pounced onto Joe doing desperate whappy paws to wake him up. He was so exhausted, he pushed her away. I knew what was going on, as did Domino but Odin was oblivious on the third floor. Layla had been up late that night trying catching a few winks on the third floor.
In a pleasant dream-like state, she noticed Nou Nou snuggling to get her attention under the covers. In six months she’s slept on the bed maybe three times and never under the covers. “That’s so nice, Nou Nou,” she said drifting back to much needed sleep. A couple hours later, Joe woke up and found Radish dead, in the area where he and Nou Nou used to commune. Thanks dear Nou Nou for being the messenger and all around best sister.