It’s International Cat Day and normally I would be joining in with the thousands of people sharing adorable pictures of their little furry companions across social media today along…
However, my cat is not particularly adorable this week. In fact, he’s a bit of a jerk.
I’ve had Poppy for over twelve years. He (yes, I know it’s a girl’s name – I thought he was a girl until he suddenly sprouted boy bits a few months after I rescued him, and by that point the name had stuck) came to me in a bag along with his sister after a horrible start in his little life. They were five weeks old, far too young to be away from their mother and in a mess – fleas, ear mites, stomach problems – I still can’t believe that they survived the first few months. He was so small that he still had blue eyes and could fit in the palm of my hand.
Compared to his sister, Poppy has always been a little bit of a scaredy wuss. He’s never needed to fear anything, particularly as he has always been a house cat, and his daily routine has generally consisted of sleeping, eating, playing with his mountain of toys and sleeping some more. However, he has grown increasingly skittish with age, and this has worsened since his sister passed away almost two years ago (she had Type 1 diabetes that we maintained for years).
For the last year, he has developed a slight obsession with both me and his food. He has become my shadow, crying on and off for hours, constantly nagging for food even when he has just been fed, deliberately jumping on me or knocking things off the table when I ignore him. He’s fully vaccinated, had his flea treatments and worming tablets and at his last check up the vet said he was in great physical condition, particularly for his age. After talking to a vet friend it was suggested that he may be getting a little senile – apparently animals can develop dementia in the same way that humans can…
However, we were worried last week when his, ahem, bowels weren’t right. What followed were three vets appointments – blood tests, a bile test, a full ultrasound (with sedation as he won’t keep still on the table), along with plenty of worry and TLC. At one point, we thought his liver may be potentially failing and in my head I was preparing myself for the worst and the decisions that would need to be made depending on the results.
We got the results through yesterday…
There’s nothing bloody wrong with him, physically at least. Apparently, he’s ‘hyper-sensitive’ and his digestive tract is being mildly affected by this hyper-sensitivity.
Of course, I’m delighted that he’s ok and it was a huge relief when we were told everything was good. However, Mr I’m-So-Spoilt-That-I-Have-My-Own-Chair has been absolutely fine today, ignoring his shaven belly and carrying on as though we haven’t just spent the last week worrying about him and dragging him back and forth to the vets. He’s been slobbing around on his blanket, occasionally waking up just to yawn, stretch and go back to sleep, and then continued the process on The Bloke’s lap this evening.
It’s a good job he’s cute. It must be his payback for dressing him up as a reindeer last Christmas…
Hilarious….good to see that he OK – perfect day to celebrate!
He’s a git bless him… and then he looks at me and I’m like ‘YOU’RE SO FLUFFY WHAT CAN I GIVE YOU’
HA! I’ve always been a “dog person” but have many many friends with cats and “fluffy” always wins!
I grew up with dogs so I only discovered my cat weakness when I got my own home, but fluffy definitely always wins
Like I said… Bless him! Poppy is lucky to have you as his rescure mummy 💜
Haha! He hasn’t quite acknowledged that yet…
Same thing happened to me with mine a couple of years ago–costly vet bills and nothing wrong–just a bad attitude!
Haha! Yeah – I wasn’t going to mention the money we’d effectively just thrown in the bin… but seeing as you brought it up haha! Nice to see you here btw – I’ve been twitter stalking you for a while!
Me too– I love your posts and now I’m going to be a proper follower so I can see them right away instead of sometimes missing them on Twitter!
Ditto! I started reading them when a few of our mutual friends shared them a while ago (I’m crap at commenting) but I worry that people think I’m being over friendly if I suddenly appear from nowhere
Well, welcome aboard and thanks!
Poppy is lucky to have you.
Thanks! I keep telling him that…
how precious! I am so sorry he isn’t feeling well, but, yes, animals can get dementia, had a friend of a friend whose dog had it. He would have to go out repeatedly throughout the evening thinking he hadn’t gone out at all… I hope he improves, it’s so hard when our fur babies aren’t doing well.
It’s awful isn’t it! They bring so much to our lives and then we have to say goodbye far too soon…
I understand perfectly. His tummy is upset because he is stressed because he saw a cat outside through the window. The vet wants to do 100 tests to rule out illness and make his next boat payment on time,
That was our situation too – although our vet is really incredible and always tries to make it as cheap as possible. How is he now?
Behaving badly but healathy!
Haha! Glad at least the health side is good!
Haha glad Poppy’s ok. He looks just like our Alfie cat, who is opposite in the way that She has a boys name because when we first rescued her, too young and in a terrible state we were told she was a boy so is still, 7 years on called Alfie 🙂 I love your photo’s, she’s a cutie 🙂
Aww thanks – he knows he’s cute too which is why he’s a jerk… he just has to look at me and he can have whatever he wants haha!
All cats have an attitude problem at times and you have to remember they are at times acting like big cats and trying to work out how to kill you. But he’s a cute little fella 🙂
I think from the amount of times I have woken up with him asleep on my head his plan is to smother me…
Aww, good to know Poppy’s okay! Seeing his age, I reckon he’s entitled to a bit of crazy behaviour. Plus, he’s a cat. Cats are… very special creatures. In a very good way.
Btw, that first photo is phenomenal! :’)
Haha! Thanks! He’s certainly special bless him!
I have a girl cat named Optimus (Prime) – for the same reason that she was so little when we named her that we didn’t realise she was actually a girl LOL
That’s a great name haha!