After a very busy day yesterday, I got a very early start this morning.
I can't say that it happened because I am overly ambitious or anything so noble as that, but my dear cat Coco decided at 4:15 that I had enough sleep and it was high time I get up and feed her a decent meal. She chose to quietly but persistently scrape at my closed bedroom door until I finally gave in and decided to get up. After all – it was close to my usual time of waking. Close enough that I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep again. So here I am.
However, I did NOT give into her demands and as of now (nearly 6am) I still have not fed her. In her dish sits the food I presented last evening. Completely untouched. I can see this is going to be one of those 'battles of the wills' that we have with our children and pets and I am determined to emerge the victor. Just because I am here typing instead of sleeping doesn't mean I lost. In my ever-optimistic outlook of things, I can look upon this event as a gift of nearly two extra hours to accomplish things today.
Thank you, Coco.
Those of you who read may remember last week when I had to take my dear Coco to the vet. She had a very ill tummy for a while and she had lost nearly two pounds in a few weeks' time. While she was always what I would consider a "puker", this was above and beyond the usual and I could see she was losing weight and getting a bit concerned. I traipsed her into the vet (which is 45 minutes away) and after determining that she did lose a significant amount of weight, we needed to leave her there for the day so they could do some testing. We brought her home that evening with all the tests being normal and had instructions to change her food and bring in a poopie 'sample' on Tuesday when the doctor would be able to test it.
I began my day yesterday hopping in the car and making the round trip to Yarmouth in record time. Coco had cooperated in the morning and there was no time like the present, so I took advantage of my good fortune and got things handled early, so not to disrupt my day too much. We were happy that the new food regime seemed to be working, as in the past several days Coco's tummy had settled down considerably.
But that's not to say it has not been challenging.
With Richard already on a special diet for his 'lazy bowels' we now has two of our three pets on special diets. Naturally, they don't like the food that they are required to eat. Each of the three likes something else.
-Coco wants dry food, that she can no longer have
-Pancakes wants Rich's food – the $50 a bag high fiber diet from the vet
-Richard wants Pancakes' regular dry food, which he doesn't digest well, or he will go for Coco's food (the wet food) which is the same thing that is in his bowl most of the time that he ignores
Go figure. . .
So among this circus of feeding throughout the day, I tried to get some more orders completed. I even recruited my little elf Edgar to give me a hand with sanding:
(That's Pancakes photo-bombing in the background)
I received the phone call from the vet shortly after lunch. It appears that everything is OK with Coco and since her tummy somewhat settled, she suggested that we administer fur ball medication to Coco daily for the next week and then twice weekly after that to help maintain her. Easier said than done. She hates the stuff.
I had tried that about two weeks ago, before the $200+ and trip to the vet, as I suspected that may be the case. We had some of it here because Richard also needs it for his lazy bowel thing. While I feel fortunate that the pet gods have aligned themselves so that the two of them both need the same medication, their good grace only reached so far, as Coco will simply not ingest it. Any effort to do so in the past has resulted in her spitting it all over and flinging it as far as the walls. (And I consider myself a 'veteran' at administrating any type of medication to cats.) I do believe that she will win that battle every time.
So I opened myself to suggestions on Facebook yesterday and one of them – by my friend who rivals me with her 'cat experience' – suggested olive oil on her food.
Which brings us to 4:15 this morning, and a small dish of cat food with olive oil in it. And one hungry and stubborn cat.
At least the olive oil keeps it fresher. It's going to be a long battle.
It is still pitch black out as I write. It is garbage day, but still too dark for me to venture across the road to bring it to the street. So I thought I would get ahead on things and write my blog early today. I have one more day of cutting and shipping some special orders, and then I can (hopefully this time!) take some time to do things around the house here before I start on designing my next project. I have in mind what to do, but I still have summer things on my tree and a welcome wreath at my door with the beach themed ornaments. And here it is autumn.
But in the big picture, Coco is fine. That is what is most important. She is a couple of pounds lighter, and by no means a small cat. Perhaps the weight loss and new diet will help keep her healthier and around a bit longer. I'll use these extra hours to my advantage to get a head start on my day. For besides that fleeting moment when I was quite cross with her for pawing at the door this morning, she is a dear, sweet cat and I love her very much.
So does Edgar:
Have a wonderful Wednesday.
-- Designer/Artist/Teacher. Owner of Sheila Landry Designs (http://www.sheilalandrydesigns.com) Scroll saw, wood working and painting patterns and surfaces. "Knowledge is Power"