Why is it that every time a cat gets sick, they always pick carpet instead of something easy to clean up? The past few days have seemed like one never ending festival of kitty vomit. The entire apartment I'm living in right now has laminate floors with the occasional scattered rug and yet I've done no less than 10 loads of laundry washing those rugs. Our cat Jack was in last week getting radiation treatment for her hyperthyroidism. Moses, our Siamese, went through the exact same treatment 2 months ago and had absolutely no side effects. Jack came home on Thursday and by Friday was extremely sick. The poor thing wouldn't eat or drink, all she did was sleep and throw up. I had to give her fluids under her skin just to keep her hydrated. And of course, she's radioactive for the next two weeks so I had to be extra careful cleaning up after her as well.
And just to join in on the fun, two of our other cats got sick as well. I think David may have eaten a bug or something that didn't agree with him. I can count on one hand the number of times in 6 years that he's gotten sick, but he had to choose this weekend to add to that number.
Sam has been grooming herself incessantly lately, so I wasn't overly surprised when she presented me with a hairball.
I'm very pleased to report though that they've all gone 24 hours without an incident. Jack has finally turned the corner and is on the mend. She's regained her appetite and is drinking water on her own. Now that she can handle it, I've been offering her food and treats at every opportunity. She needs to put on a good bit of weight to get back to normal. She's nothing but skin and bones right now.
All my cats are indoor only, but my parents take care of about 30 feral cats. Due to a generous grant, they've been able to get most of them fixed and hopefully will be able to catch and fix the youngest ones in the near future. It's quite a sight though to see so many cats come running for breakfast in the morning - all sizes and colors. About 8 of them have taken to sleeping under my dad's truck during the heat of the day. They're everywhere you look.
I think this one looks like a rag doll...
They clip their left ear when they fix them so you can tell right away who's been fixed and who hasn't. This little fellow has obviously already been snipped.
My parents have been feeding these cats for years, but their numbers were growing and it was just getting to be too much. They've paid to have some of them fixed themselves, but it quickly gets way too expensive. This local grant has been such a blessing to them and to the cats.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.
Revelation 21:4 (NLT)