I had to go back to see Dr. Kevin yesterday. I tried hiding from Mommy so that I wouldn’t have to go, but she found me. I tried to run, but she caught me and put me in the carrier.
I was afraid I would have to stay there. Mommy kept telling me during the drive that I would be coming home. I didn’t believe her though because almost every time I’ve gone to the vet, I have had to stay for days. (It always seems like forever.)
Dr. Kevin checked me over really good, weighed me, and gave me another shot of antibiotics. Then he petted me and told me what a good boy I am and put me back in my carrier. I did get to come home with Mommy! On the same day! I was so glad.
My thanks to all the kitties, doggies, and their human parents who have been praying and lighting candles for me; thanks to your prayers and Dr. Kevin and my Mommy refusing to give up on me, I just may get well. Finally!
Purrrrrs and meows to all…………Tigger
Mommy’s note: When Tigger first got sick, he was a 15 pound armful. Two weeks ago he had lost down to 11.2 pounds and was very sick. We almost lost him thanks to a very persistent urinary tract infection. Yesterday his weight was back up to 13 pounds. He is alert, eating better than in months, and playing again. We are hopeful he has turned the corner. Add my thanks to Tigger’s for all your prayers and concern.
I am getting sick and tired of Amy picking on me. She has been picking on Tigger, too. Mommy caught her picking on Tigger a little while ago and just now she caught her picking on me and stepped in. Amy didn’t know Mommy would “pop” her rump that hard for cornering me in the kitchen . . . but she does now!
Amy is trying to set herself up as dominate cat. I have always been the dominate female, quick to slap and let the rest know who is boss-cat. But I am getting old (13 ½ now) and really just want to be left alone.
The past few days the cottage has been home to cat-screams and yowls, chases, and other things our Mommy calls “saber rattling” while we work out the change of leadership. Right now the chief contenders for boss-cat are Amy and Maggie Mae. I wish they’d fight each other and leave us out of it.
I, Lisa, just want to be left alone. I want the young cats to make their pecking order clear to each other and shut-up! Mommy wants them to leave me and Tigger alone. Neither of us needs the stress, she says.
I don’t think she and daddy like being woke up in the middle of the night by the cat-fights either.
Mommy told them just now that they were going to have to fight it out in the basement if they weren’t careful. I think that is an outstanding idea!
Purrs your way, Lisa
My human parents have started calling me Miss Leaps-Alot because of my love of high places. Mommy told her friend that she never knows when she looks toward the kitchen whether or not she will see me in mid-air, leaping from one cabinet-top to another.
I’m afraid of the other cats, you see. I did not live with other cats until I came to The Cathouse 3 years ago. They know I am afraid and some (Maggie Mae mainly) bully me a bit.
I can hold my own in an argument, but I rather avoid conflict. So, I stay on my high places most of the time. I like looking down on the other cats!
Tigger is still feeling better. He even got on the kitchen counter this evening! He isn’t staying hidden away anymore and looks better, too. We all hope he is getting well. We think Mommy is ignoring us to pay attention to Tigger sometimes.
Mommy has to pay attention to me. Every morning these days, I am sitting right next to her coffee pot when she gets up to make coffee. I hiss and growl and put on a ferocious show while she makes coffee. Doesn’t she know she is supposed to feed me first?
I just wanted to say hello while the other cats were napping. Take care!!!