I popped a cold one and was going to settle into loading new software but when I checked on my older cat Atticus because he had seemed stiff when he was walking the night before ,his left eye was running and looked infected.
Now in a younger cat I'd call and make an appointment with my regular vet but when you have one who's over fifteen years old you don't take chances.
Back on the road and to the Emergency Animal Hospital. I've spent a lot of time sitting there , usually at two or three in the morning because they never seem to get sick or hurt during business hours. Two and a half hours and over $400.00 later I'm taking him home with a strained back muscle and slight eye infection. I have to get his prescription for eye drops filled today
at a human pharmacy because he needs drops with steroid in them. Since he's older he can't use the regular pain medication so he has to have a series of applications of it. Of course it's expensive since it's new but the others have been known to cause kidney failure in older cats.
His back pain medication looked strange to say the least.
Happy to report he is walking much easier this morning so it must be good stuff. I'm hoping his eye drops work as quickly , although his eye looks better this morning.
I don't have kids so cats are the only place I've had to transfer maternal instincts to. At least they loved me back.
Atticus is a Russian Blue polydactyl , which means he's a mitten pawed short haired gray cat or a Hemingway cat.
Hemingway was a lover of these cats. He provided for them in his will.
http://cats.about.com/od/felinegenetics/a/polydactyl.htm
I've had three of these over the years , one was white with a blue eye and a green eye. She was very striking.
You see how he's trying to write and pet the cat at the same time. I know his pain.
I can't help sometimes thinking he could have written a lot more books if he had locked the cats out.
I'm not trying to convince anyone that loving cats is justified because Hemingway did it , I mean we all know what happened to him but it's an interesting bit of trivia.
This is my particular baby.
He's a big cat but he still thinks he's a baby. I found him wandering in a parking lot when he was tiny. It's odd but I spent about six months before deciding to get the camera even though mine is six years old and giving me problems , it took me two seconds to decide to get the treatment for the cat.
Funny how life will remind us what really matters.
Cheers , Amelie
