A bad night for the entire apartment
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hkellickLast night was... a bad night.
Well, let me back up.
As y'all know (since you read my LJ, right? right? I swear I'm gonna quiz y'all!), Kristen and I went home this weekend. Since both of us went home, someone had to watch the cats. We agreed on an animal hospital that they seemed to be OK with a couple of months ago when I left them up here to help Kristen move up.
Dropped the cats off, no problem (though they do (at least Smokey does, though I suspect some of the others do too, to a lesser extent) stress out a bit when we do this and shed all over the cage and cry pathetically.) and picked them up, again, with no problem.
The ride back home with the cats was OK.. nothing too shocking or stirring and I dropped them off and they seemed a little clingy (especially Smokey), but not terrible.
Then I went off to work.
Got home and the house was... it was a mess.
Someone had popped in the carrier. There were *2* piles of upchuck and a few minutes after I walked in, Cleo spit up something brown, liquid and nasty.
Clean it up, unhappily, put carpet cleaner on the ground, etc.
At this point in time, Cleo dissappears. We didn't realize it at the time, but she'd hidden under the bed and didn't seem sociable at all.
1 1/2 hours later, we start wondering where Cleo is. We find her under the bed and she just isn't being sociable. And then things begin to click..
See, Cleo is NOT an unsociable cat. She's friendly, curious and rather talkative. She loves to be pet and stroked and she loves playing with the toys of her choice, so an unsociable Cleo is a bit freaky.
So we wondered.. was the puke from Cleo instead of Smokey? (Smokey has a history of eating things too fast and then horking them right back up again. :p ) And.. it added up. Cleo must be sick.
So at this point in time (about 8:30 at night), we ask ourselves.. what do we do? The animal hospital is closed. Do we go to an emergency vet? Do we see if time will cure the sickness? What do we do?
So after 45 minutes to an hour of worrying (and getting mom worried by calling her and telling her what was up.), we decided to wait things out. Maybe she'd be better in the morning. If not, we'd bring her to the vets.
As an important aside, we considered all possibilities.. was it too warm in the house? (We found we'd left the thermostat at 80 for the last couple days. Bad us.) Would it be too cold? Did she get into the roach traps? I looked at her face and she looked.. antisocial and not happy.. but didn't look SICK, so that was MAYBE a good sign (of course, at the time, I dobuted my ability to know what a sick cat looks like.)
Try to go to sleep, but both of us are really upset since we both love Cleo so much. Eventually fall asleep.
I must have woken up at 2. Check on Cleo.. she's under the bed and is showing a little interest in joining us, but doesn't. So I go back to bed.
I work up at 4:30 and check. Cleo is still under the bed, but this time she seems to be a little more sociable. She comes mostly out of the bed and I drag her the little bit rest of the way out and gently stroke her and she gently purrs. And then I plop her near the water dish and leave her. She drinks a little, wanders around the kitchen/dining/living room a bit, hops up onto my stomach and purrs and gets pet alot (and her breath smells BADLY of Bile).. and then slips back under the bed for a while.
After we all woke up, I check on Cleo who is definately acting more like her usual self.. she eats a little, drinks a little and I suspect that she's doing OK. I suspect what must have happened was... Smokey ate too fast, got sick and horked up some of her food. Then Cleo (as we saw her once before), smelled the cat food in the hork and... yeah, I'm not going to describe the rest. Then, because the apartment was too warm and she'd done something INCREDIBLY stupid, she got very sick to her stomach.. horked up her food too.. and then, while we were home, that liquid hork. And then spent the rest of the night with a very unhappy stomach. Turning down the thermostat and giving her access to a cool spot and some fresh water may have been what she needed. We'll check up on her when I get home.
But it was still a bad night...
My poor Cleo :( My poor big idiot Cleo :(
Well, let me back up.
As y'all know (since you read my LJ, right? right? I swear I'm gonna quiz y'all!), Kristen and I went home this weekend. Since both of us went home, someone had to watch the cats. We agreed on an animal hospital that they seemed to be OK with a couple of months ago when I left them up here to help Kristen move up.
Dropped the cats off, no problem (though they do (at least Smokey does, though I suspect some of the others do too, to a lesser extent) stress out a bit when we do this and shed all over the cage and cry pathetically.) and picked them up, again, with no problem.
The ride back home with the cats was OK.. nothing too shocking or stirring and I dropped them off and they seemed a little clingy (especially Smokey), but not terrible.
Then I went off to work.
Got home and the house was... it was a mess.
Someone had popped in the carrier. There were *2* piles of upchuck and a few minutes after I walked in, Cleo spit up something brown, liquid and nasty.
Clean it up, unhappily, put carpet cleaner on the ground, etc.
At this point in time, Cleo dissappears. We didn't realize it at the time, but she'd hidden under the bed and didn't seem sociable at all.
1 1/2 hours later, we start wondering where Cleo is. We find her under the bed and she just isn't being sociable. And then things begin to click..
See, Cleo is NOT an unsociable cat. She's friendly, curious and rather talkative. She loves to be pet and stroked and she loves playing with the toys of her choice, so an unsociable Cleo is a bit freaky.
So we wondered.. was the puke from Cleo instead of Smokey? (Smokey has a history of eating things too fast and then horking them right back up again. :p ) And.. it added up. Cleo must be sick.
So at this point in time (about 8:30 at night), we ask ourselves.. what do we do? The animal hospital is closed. Do we go to an emergency vet? Do we see if time will cure the sickness? What do we do?
So after 45 minutes to an hour of worrying (and getting mom worried by calling her and telling her what was up.), we decided to wait things out. Maybe she'd be better in the morning. If not, we'd bring her to the vets.
As an important aside, we considered all possibilities.. was it too warm in the house? (We found we'd left the thermostat at 80 for the last couple days. Bad us.) Would it be too cold? Did she get into the roach traps? I looked at her face and she looked.. antisocial and not happy.. but didn't look SICK, so that was MAYBE a good sign (of course, at the time, I dobuted my ability to know what a sick cat looks like.)
Try to go to sleep, but both of us are really upset since we both love Cleo so much. Eventually fall asleep.
I must have woken up at 2. Check on Cleo.. she's under the bed and is showing a little interest in joining us, but doesn't. So I go back to bed.
I work up at 4:30 and check. Cleo is still under the bed, but this time she seems to be a little more sociable. She comes mostly out of the bed and I drag her the little bit rest of the way out and gently stroke her and she gently purrs. And then I plop her near the water dish and leave her. She drinks a little, wanders around the kitchen/dining/living room a bit, hops up onto my stomach and purrs and gets pet alot (and her breath smells BADLY of Bile).. and then slips back under the bed for a while.
After we all woke up, I check on Cleo who is definately acting more like her usual self.. she eats a little, drinks a little and I suspect that she's doing OK. I suspect what must have happened was... Smokey ate too fast, got sick and horked up some of her food. Then Cleo (as we saw her once before), smelled the cat food in the hork and... yeah, I'm not going to describe the rest. Then, because the apartment was too warm and she'd done something INCREDIBLY stupid, she got very sick to her stomach.. horked up her food too.. and then, while we were home, that liquid hork. And then spent the rest of the night with a very unhappy stomach. Turning down the thermostat and giving her access to a cool spot and some fresh water may have been what she needed. We'll check up on her when I get home.
But it was still a bad night...
My poor Cleo :( My poor big idiot Cleo :(
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Date: 2004-07-08 09:12 am (UTC)