Oh, our furry critters, they’re just so special to us.
Our beloved feisty FiFi Bofinkles is feeling under the weather right now and it’s breaking my heart. When our pets are sick we just want to take care of them. We want to tell them to tell us what hurts, if they know what caused it, and they really need to eat because it’s important. Most of the time they just stare at you.
Here’s how it went down:
Saturday night around 8PM: FiFi Bofinkles threw up. It was clear liquid and I didn’t think much of it as cats throw up.
Saturday night: She went into the litter box, peed and then got out of there quick. This was a big warning sign as 1) Bofinkles is a crazy litter box cleaner, she leaves no litter piece untouched. 2) I was in the shower and she always stays in the bathroom with me.
Saturday late night: I came into the bedroom and she was already in her sleeping spot right above my pillow. This was the biggest warning sign to me as Bofinkles never comes to bed before me, ever. I lay down and then a few minutes later she will walk into the bedroom, I’ll call her name, she’ll lick my hand, jump up, push my Kindle out of my hand and then demand 8 thousand kisses before finally laying down.
When I finally came to sleep I nuzzled up to her ready for our nightly bedtime kisses, but she didn’t react. I rubbed behind her neck where she loves it and always does a big stretch for me to then get her belly, but she didn’t react. I called Matthew in right away and told him she didn’t seem right. He said she seemed fine, I told him she wasn’t fine and that she never ever ignores me. It’s pretty amazing how close we are that I picked up her feeling sick so quickly. It’s like she knew all the signs to give me and I was there to receive them. Then we noticed she kept opening and closing her mouth, licking her lips, whipping her tail. Matthew then agreed that she definitely was not ok. We laid with her and I begun to worry about her, like a cat Mom does. As many of you guys know, we lost Essy almost 2 months to the day so I began to quickly fear for the worse even though it was uncalled for. It was just the way she was moving her mouth was what Essy did when she was saying goodbye to us, and it just all hit me so hard. We slept that night, with me cuddled up to her, getting not much sleep as I constantly woke up, rubbed up and checked on her.
Sunday morning came and Bofinkles was still the same. The last time anyone saw her eating was Friday night so it was a full 24 hours without food or water. I called the Vet as soon as they opened. They said they had no open appointments but I could walk in, there would probably just be a wait. Ok, that’s fine, off into a cab I went with Bofinkles.
Have you heard the sounds of a cat mixed with cab dispatching? It’s quite a remix.
So we got to the vet and as soon as we arrived a vet nurse came out to help. No wait, you aren’t no nurse…..
Also want to note here that Bofinkles did not hiss at this cat, she only hisses at her sister Xanadu. 🙂
I only had to wait about 30 minutes which was nice, even though the vet office was popping with sick walk-ins that morning. After a quick examination (she never likes the temperature part) they couldn’t really spot anything physically wrong with her. I did notice she was a few ounces lighter than a few months ago though and the vet commented she seemed a bit light in the back (bodacious Bofinkles glares in response). Bofinkles was dehydrated though so they did give her IV fluids and just to be blunt, she was pissed off. Her Southern Belle (she’s from the South) attitude really shined here, growls and hisses and everything we love about her.
Because Bofinkles is 13 years old they then ran a series of blood and urine tests on her, which meant more pointy things in her body, which again, did not please her. Her test results would be back in 24 hours. This series of tests is a Senior Screening and checks things like Blood Count, White Blood Cells, Red Blood Cells, Kidney and Liver values, blood sugar, URI inflammation, Cancerous cells, etc. You know, all the most terrifying things.
RESULTS: AS I WAS WRITING THIS POST HER VET CALLED, ALL THINGS LOOK GREAT AND NORMAL. THANK GOODNESS! *KISSES BOFINKLES A MILLION TIMES*
Which leaves us with… what is wrong with her?
It’s now been 48 hours with no food or water. I have tried to tempt her with every type of food and treat possible. Her favorite sandwich, a bowl of noodles, cheese, every type of soft food she loves, greenie treats, etc… all a failure. She seems to want to sniff the food now, but won’t eat it. I have a tea cup full of water and a plate of bread crumbs (a favorite) next to her, just in case she gets hungry. The vet is leaving me a appetite stimulant to pick up from the office later today.
Then the Vet asked me if we had a kitten, which big news that I didn’t announce yet, WE DO. His name is Goblin and he is glorious but more about that later. She said that perhaps his fecal matter could have caused Bofinkles to be sick which would be a reason why she had very wet stool this morning, but then I reminded the vet that we took the kitten to them last week for a check up exam and fecal test and everything came back negative. So she suggested I bring a fecal sample of every single cat in, which is just going to be a adventure to get. I guess I’ll be on bathroom duty for the next 24 hours.
A positive is that this afternoon she seems more responsive to talking to her. If I call her name, she will look, if I kiss her she will raise her head. She also appeared down by my desk, so I put her on my lap and there she gave me a handful of sweet head butt kisses which is what we do together and that basically warmed my heart with happiness.
So right now she lays behind my laptop, that’s her spot. I’m hoping by the end of the night we can get some food in her… wish her luck!