Tuesday night, my cats looked like this picture. Always they were loving and together.
Wednesday. Georgia Brown had diarrhea which I discovered when getting ready to go to work. My friend Joe drove in from Clear Lake, got Georgia and put her in the travel crate, got her way out Memorial to the Memorial Cat Hospital. Because I was working, I left her in there over night.
I decided to stay home yesterday from work as I was tired (those 12 hour days will kill ya), and went to get Georgia. I brought her home, with medicine, only to discover something I had never run across before. Cats mainly recognize each other by smell, so now Georgia smells different from being in the vet, and Savannah no longer recognizes her. Georgia and I cannot believe that this former loving pet has turned into Catzilla. (Seems I used to go with people like this.)
She hisses, she spits, she has done everything but actively start a fight. I have called Dusty, the Cat Woman of Spring Branch, and June Z, the Cat Woman of Clear Lake, and the Cat Vet to see how to handle this.
I got cloths and rubbed it over both cats and then rubbed it on the other one. I have a large cat cage and one sleeps in there at night so they are not fighting and waking me up, and I can control what they are doing. I have really promised myself that if one of them has to go to the vet again over night, I am paying the $15 for the other one to go as well.
Damn, I had no idea what a mess this could be.
Then our friend, Paula S, from Spring, was driving her VW in the Heights and the streets flooded. The streets very rarely flood in the Heights. I even got in my car and try to reach her and had to turn back until later. I finally saw her as AAA was hauling her and the VW away. She is safe, shocked at how the Heights now floods (it’s called the Heights as it’s the highest part of town, 61 feet above the downtown area), and home. As she said, it could be worse.
Day 3 – yesterday was a fiasco, with Savannah making terrible noises. I did make her sleep in the cage at night so she is much happier when she gets out. Today she is walking around in the open, coming up to me if Georgia is not around, and being nicer – but if Georgia comes in the room, she turns into Catzilla again. Her ears get so flat on her head, she looks like she is wearing a barrette.
Day 4 – everybody is sleeping in separate places. This is a good sign. I just saw a segment of “Bridezilla” with some gay man pitching a fit over things he thinks are wrong at his reception and wedding. This makes Catzilla not look so vicious. At this point, I would not want to fool with either the guy or the cat because the behavior is ludicrous. At least the cat has a right – she is one step from the jungle. I wonder what the guy blames his behavior on, except his mother who did not tell him no, ever. He threw himself in the shower, sobbing, and ended up in a fetal position so everybody could have to come in and make sure he was not drowning. Don’t even bother asking me what I would have done. That queen would be buried, not married if I had anything to do with it.
I guess eventually, Savannah will decide she is not still pissed at this whole situation, the vet smell will have left Georgia (I did damp wipe her off), and we will be sort of back where we were. If I were not working, I could deal with this myself. Oh, well….
Here’s a youtube.com short video of cats talking. Mine sounds like the cat saying, “Oh, Long John.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONmhQJy1ViA
And we’re having the Monsoon Season on top of all of this.
Some days it just pays to stay home and read murder mysteries.
Dr. K
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