Thursday, September 30, 2010

Recovery

Okay, fine, I guess I might as well admit that this whole thing with my cat has me scared shitless.  What a nerd.  What a wimp.  I don't want to leave him, and I can't get interested in movies or books or anything, not even my writing very much, until I see that he is ... well, until he is himself.  I never had a cat before Dorian, and although I've had him now for over six years, those have been blessedly healthy, incident-free years for the most part.  Having his three teeth pulled, and all the anesthesia, anti-biotics, pain-killers, mushed-up food, etc., that entails, is waaaay beyond anything that he and I have previously experienced. It's also beyond what either of us -- and I'm fairly certain I can speak for both cat and myself here -- expected.  He once had dental work a couple of years ago, but it was only a cleaning ... and yes, the anesthesia confused him and made him totter around in a haze for a few days, but it wasn't like this.  He only hid out under the bed that time for a few hours, then woke up and heard my boyfriend and I downstairs talking and singing out to him of treats and fresh food ... and he came down to play and snuggle.  Soon all the trauma was forgotten...


This is more difficult, because if I offer a treat, it will have to be a soggy one, that I have softened with warm water like his other food (canned and "wet" food are available to him here, but he's always hated them); I'm hoping and yet doubtful that he will like this formulation.  Also, for the next 9 days, I will have to remain a dubious enemy of sorts, trying to create a routine wherein I am able to shoot a syringe full of amoxicillin down his throat twice a day.  I feel like this will make his forgetting my transgressions (car ride, entrapment in cat-carrier, abandonment at the vet, etc) much more difficult.  


The thing is, I've always been confident in the fact that if I'm doing what's right for him, and it's keeping him strong and healthy, then the rest will come, because clearly, I love the little dude to bits!  But I've never faced a situation where what I had to do made him seem so very UNhappy.  I mean, not for such a long time.  I'm sure those of you who have HUMAN children think I'm an idiot, going on about all of this shit, but the fact remains that I've never had to raise a child, never had to care for anyone who is very sick, and never had to nurse my beloved pet through much of a difficult recovery.  Just like I have not had a child grow into a teenager who tells me she "hates" me, I have never before had a cat who usually licks and purrs and cuddles with me, who heralds my homecoming on a daily basis with happy meows, behave like he FEARS and/or LOATHES me.  And if it isn't personal, then he's simply reacting badly to what he's been through, and he's depressed and lethargic.  Either way, it's bad.  And I've not had a cat before, and I'm never sure what's a "normal" reaction and what should constitute a call to the veterinary clinic.  My vet is very good, very understanding, and they have never made me feel like a pain or like I was being ridiculous about something ... they are just as devoted to animals as the most loving pet-owner, so that's all good.


I can only effing IMAGINE myself as a mom, now more than ever!  I mean, I keep saying oh, I've never before had a cat, so I don't want to be hysterical but also I don't want to miss the signs of anything that's wrong... If I had a child, for the love of God, I'd be doing this every damn day probably!  Oh the humanity.  And I know that in the grand scheme of everything, it's sort of small-minded and un-important and, well, dumb, to sit and be all upset about the cat not "liking" me right now or being "mad" or whatever.  But it's a perfect storm:  I've had a hard year, I've been alone at home with only Dorian for a companion a lot more than any other year, and we've been best mates in a way, you know.  When I've been sick with my migraines, he seems to "get" it, and he lies by my side in bed, patiently waiting, for HOURS sometimes before being fed or getting a clean litterbox, when I'm able to get up and do these things, or to have a friend come from work to help or whatever.  He's a smart little guy, and loyal in a very uncommon way for a cat, and well, I miss him and don't like it when he's avoiding me.  And when I say that, write it, even THINK it, I know I sound stupid, but oh well, it's true. 


Well, I just replenished his un-touched water and checked on him.  The latter consists of my pulling up the bedspread to look at his eyes and poke or prod him so that I can see how he's breathing, THAT he's breathing.  He usually glares at me, edges away to where I can't reach him (I've always found it fascinating the way that a cat can move to a point EXACTLY beyond your reach, no more and no less, so that you reach out to pet him and your fingertips just miss, haha), and then I go back to my couch where I'm watching TV and not doing anything productive, getting so excited when my friends/family call or come over to keep me company.  What a case I am, huh?   I have to say that it was a little bit funny in the night last night; I was sleeping (not in the room where he hides), but I woke up three different times because I heard him meowing... And there he was, in a place outside my door where I could see him, just staring at me and meowing.  But when I got up on my elbow and spoke to him, he darted back to his hidey-hole.  I pictured a cartoon cat soon to be standing up on hind legs over me with a human-size carrier, or a medicine syringe like the one I gave him, or something (a shiny blade?!), laughing maniacally, hovering over me as I slept.  


OH!  He walks!  He just came out a few times to peer at me with a very serious and stoic look!  He came as far as our living room to size everything up.  This is good progress!  And just in time, 'cuz I'm stirring up a batch of warm water with dry kibble for him, which should puff and soak satisfactorily in a few minutes! MMMM.  I'll keep you all posted.  



8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Tan....Thanks for asking about me on facebook the other day. I wrote a note back, did you get it? I couldn't find it in my "sent" file so then I worried. Anyway, kiss Dory for us. So sad you both had to go through this. You write so beautifully about it, it makes me teary.Kisses to you both! Love, Weeeesa

Bar L. said...

I would love to hear what you have to say about the kratom tea! please email me....I know I have your email but can't seem to find it!

THANK YOU!

Tatyanna (and Dorian too) said...

Will do! Probably I will mail ya first thing tomorrow! Talk soon! :)

Reeny's Ramblin' said...

I think that it's probably a sign of a good soul that you care so much.....

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Tatyanna,
My mom always says that animals seem to sense when you're trying to help them. I believe that's true. Hang in there.

Love,

SB

Tatyanna (and Dorian too) said...

To All of ya: Thank you MUCHO MUCH for your words of support! Dori has one more dropper of medicine to take before bed tonight (this morning... we are on an odd schedule just now, like rock stars), and then we are DONE! I am allowed to feed him breakfast consisting of crunchy foods, perhaps a couple of dry treats too. It will be a celebratory feast, to be sure. I pried his kitty lips apart today (he lets me, he's so mellow about trusting me, it's sweet), and in my non-veterinary-expert opinion, my boy's gumline and teeth look pretty good, no inflammation or gaping toothless holes where healing failed to take place. SUCCESS!

SB: My mom also has repeatedly assured me of this sense in our pets, and I believe it too, because I have seen it. But of course my own sense of all logic departs when I worry too much.

Reeny's: That is QUITE the beautiful compliment, and if it's even partially true, then I am blessed indeed. Thank you.

i'll never tell said...

im having kitty problems too. Im going to have to call the vet..i just cant afford it. I cant stand listening to Nita scratch and clean herself all night long. My poor lil baby :(

Tatyanna (and Dorian too) said...

@ILLNEVERTELL -- omg, YES, the price of vet care is so expensive!!! I'm thinking of getting insurance for the kitty-cat now. Just a week after he recovered from all of the dental stuff, he somehow injured his foot and was limping (now THAT is a sad sight), so back to the vet we went and got another exam, more meds, etc. OUCH on my wallet...