One More Day
by Bruce • September 11, 2017 • LifeStuff • 0 Comments
On the heels of a strange Sunday where I reported on a cat feeling sick, Tim mentioned that maybe she had the kitty flu, and I decided I wouldn’t be surprised if she did either.
She maintained her sphinx-like posture most of the night, but this morning, she actually trotted over to me to say hello before she declined some chicken broth and treats. I was a little anxious leaving her out and in company with her bigger housemate, the boy cat, because they get aggressive toward each other some times, and I feared he might overdo it on her if she was weak.
Tonight I came home from work, and both cats were mellow. My sick one came over and said hello. She later came over and hopped on my lap for a few pets when I sat in my recliner- something she would not have doe yesterday. Tonight, she slept for a good while on her side, out of the sphinx position. And she slowly wagged her tail.
I tried to give her broth and treats again, but no go. I don’t know if she has eaten or drank anything today, although she appeared to go in the kitchen for some water, which I caught the tail end of when she was standing near the water bowl.
I did little tonight. There was no Cubs game on this evening, so I thought I would sit with the cats and get some quiet tasks done. I fretted some, and finished a novella I was reading, and paid a bill.
I had hoped to write tonight, or at least do a little more research on New Mexico in general, in my quest to understand its places, and plant life, and geology, and history, and cultures. It is such a rich state to try and comprehend. And my study skills, which at one time I held in high regard, are anemic and dulled by aging eyes and a distractable mind. I have the books I want to read or need to study to become adequately informed. It’s focus and discipline that seem to avoid.
At least the cat seems to be doing a little better this weekend. But it still seems she is weak. She walks slowly and seems to stumble a bit. She is still not eating. Here’s hoping that her appetite kicks back in tomorrow.
For now, here’s also hoping we all have a good night of rest.