Since yesterday revolved around little more than taking care of my dear cat Coco, that is what today’s blog is going to be about. I know it isn’t woodworking or wood related, but since it occupied most of my day in one way or another, the page here would otherwise be blank. I hope you all understand.
I value my pets very highly. They are companions who offer friendship, comfort and blind devotion. I have had pets all of my life – both cats and dogs – and learned at a very young age how much of a positive influence they are to life. Through our pets we learn to care for other creatures, and also become the recipients of unconditional love. I have learned by nurturing and caring for our pets, we are rewarded with their undying devotion. It doesn’t matter what we look like or if we have money or power or position. They take us at face value. Our kindness and care toward them is returned by trust and loyalty that is complete and lasts a lifetime. It is very rewarding, I think.
Knowing that Coco was in distress was quite a drain on me. While I hoped it was nothing serious, seeing her in pain and the change in her behaviour was quite unnerving. While she is definitely the quietest of my three cats, she was always visible (unless we had company.) It was so unlike her to hide away and be so reclusive. Often we hear of sick animals wandering off to die in peace and of course these terrible thoughts went through my mind. While I didn’t quite think that she was dying, I knew that something was terribly wrong. It seemed that she wanted to come out of her corner, but every time she tried to stand she cried out in pain and sat down again. I was really worried.
As soon as the office was open, I phoned the vet to see if I could bring her in. Unfortunately, the vet was not to be in the office for the day, and I would need to make the trip to either Plympton, Digby or Yarmouth. I had had some negative experiences before with the Digby office, as they seemed to like to tack on charges and take advantage of people’s attachment to their pets. I had heard stories from others, too with the same experiences from that office. Besides, it was just as far to Yarmouth and I understood the vet from our area worked out of that office too. So Yarmouth it was.
I called and was able to book an appointment for the early afternoon. That was good because it would allow us to go to Keith’s parents and retrieve the carrier in the morning on the way home from the gym, which we did. We were able to hide it until it was time to go so Coco was none the wiser. We were able to scoop her up before she knew what was happening and get her secured and out the door. (It’s funny how much pride we felt outsmarting a cat!)
On the ride there, she was very vocal. She obviously was not liking the thought of being in the car. I think that cats don’t like anything that moves them besides their own feet. Wheels are something that cats have little or no use for. Feet are for moving, not wheels. I have never known a cat in my life that likes riding in a wagon, buggy, cart, stroller or any other object on wheels. To them, cars are just a bigger box on wheels and are just as useless as the other items mentioned. Only they are worse because they are faster.
I sat in the back seat I was able to open the top of the carrier and pet her as we rode, which seemed to calm her down quite a bit. By talking soothingly to her I believe she felt safer. I could feel her trust in me.
When we got to the vet, the office was full. There were probably six or so dogs – some very large ones, and it was then she remained completely quiet. I am sure she was happy at that moment that she was in a box and it helped her feel safe. She peered out the holes of the carrier and watched the activity with great interest, as if she was stalking something.
When our turn came, she was an A+ patient for the vet. I was also happy that the vet herself was a very quiet and soft spoken person, and I think it helped to sooth Coco. She went through the full exam like a trooper, and sat very quietly and allowed the vet to check all her limbs and gently prod her.
The final diagnosis was that she had a soft tissue injury to her one rear leg (a pulled muscle). She was given an injection to relax the muscles and I was given about a week’s worth of pills for her to take. No follow up was necessary and the doc thought she should improve in a day or two.
It amazed me that on the ride home, Coco seemed to know that the worst of it was over. This time there was no crying in the car. I sat in the back seat once again with her, and had the carrier open, but this time she relaxed and put her head on her paws as if to sleep. She was content that she had been through the worst of it and it struck me as uncanny that she seemed to know she was heading home. Could the shot have taken effect that quickly?
When we arrived home, “Inspector 12” (Richard) and “Inspector 13” (Pancakes) had to check out the carrier and figure out what was up. They were quite comical in their evaluation of the carrier, and each took turns trying it on for size.
Of course, ultimately Richard won out. Even though he is the smallest of the group, he is still the one in charge:
Pancakes had no choice but to sit and wait his turn until Richard was bored with sitting in the carrier. After a few attempts (and swats to the head from Rich!) he gave up and just had to watch Rich have all the fun.
Most importantly, Coco seemed to be much better. While she still is limping a bit, she is no longer hiding in a corner and seems to be much more comfortable:
She stayed out the remainder of the day, and everything is pretty much back to normal. I must say though that it drained me a lot, and I was pretty much useless for the remainder of the day. A nap would have been in order, but we arrived home a bit late for that so I took an easy night and didn’t accomplish much.
Today will be a day to catch up on things. I did have good news that the magazine accepted my kitty chalkboard project so I need to box that up so I can send it out to them tomorrow. I also need to finish up on the instructions for my pumpkin candle tray (the painted one) and matching ornament pattern, as well as get to some new designing.
I am very relieved and happy that things turned out alright. Since Coco and Rich are only eight years old and Pancakes is only five, I hope to have many, many more years of happiness with them. I am so glad that this was nothing serious and we are on the road to recovery. They are a huge part of my life.
Thanks to you all too for your kind wishes and emails. I received many of them yesterday and I am happy to have so many friends who realize the value of our wonderful pets. I truly enjoy seeing all of the pictures you sent and posted, too. They are all such special friends for us.
Have a great day today!
-- Designer/Artist/Teacher. Owner of Sheila Landry Designs (http://www.sheilalandrydesigns.com) Scroll saw, wood working and painting patterns and surfaces. "Knowledge is Power"