Plague Beast of Hell....
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motodraconisI had to make an emergency dash to the vets with the Decrepit Mog this morning.
She had a dicky eye when I got back from work yesturday. I thought I'd let her get a nights sleep and see if there was any improvement, after all, it didn't seem to affect her personality, she was still active, scoffing her pill laden dinner and then demanding more treats. (Ever tried giving a half eaten corn-on-the-cob to a small cat? I nearly wet myself laughing at the sight of my toothless Mog gnawing and wrestling with this enormous vegetable, I confiscated it before it was swallowed whole, but at least it helped clean what few teeth are left in the Mog's jaws.)
This morning however, a slightly droopy eye had turned into a hideous, sunken, swollen, weeping monstrosity. The cat was still acting as if nothing was wrong, even though she looked like the concentrated source of all the most vile and suppurating plagues in the world.
We were able to get the first appointment available at the vets, with Other-Half berating me for every sharp turn or hump we had to drive over, as the Mog was getting jostled in her box.
The vet was relatively casual at the sight of our plague beast, telling me the cat had an unpleasant but not in any way dangerous cold, was free of fever, and that cats, (especially of the Mogs advanced years,) tend to look a lot worse than they actually are. Also that it was to be expected that an old Mog who was hanging out with a pack of other cats after years of solitariness might run through a stage of snuffles as she adjusted to the new availability of germs.
Considering that the Mog could be any age between 16-18, and was born a runt with a permanent wheezy breathing condition, she was doing rather well, and certainly surprisingly frisky for her age.
An injection, some pills and some eyedrops, nothing to get het up about. The sight of the Mog may send small children running away and screaming in horror, but she's basically ok.
The poll is still open, it looks like I'll be posting a bitter and spiteful art rant tomorrow, (barring any further feline emergencies,) this is your last chance to deflect me to a different subject. :-)
She had a dicky eye when I got back from work yesturday. I thought I'd let her get a nights sleep and see if there was any improvement, after all, it didn't seem to affect her personality, she was still active, scoffing her pill laden dinner and then demanding more treats. (Ever tried giving a half eaten corn-on-the-cob to a small cat? I nearly wet myself laughing at the sight of my toothless Mog gnawing and wrestling with this enormous vegetable, I confiscated it before it was swallowed whole, but at least it helped clean what few teeth are left in the Mog's jaws.)
This morning however, a slightly droopy eye had turned into a hideous, sunken, swollen, weeping monstrosity. The cat was still acting as if nothing was wrong, even though she looked like the concentrated source of all the most vile and suppurating plagues in the world.
We were able to get the first appointment available at the vets, with Other-Half berating me for every sharp turn or hump we had to drive over, as the Mog was getting jostled in her box.
The vet was relatively casual at the sight of our plague beast, telling me the cat had an unpleasant but not in any way dangerous cold, was free of fever, and that cats, (especially of the Mogs advanced years,) tend to look a lot worse than they actually are. Also that it was to be expected that an old Mog who was hanging out with a pack of other cats after years of solitariness might run through a stage of snuffles as she adjusted to the new availability of germs.
Considering that the Mog could be any age between 16-18, and was born a runt with a permanent wheezy breathing condition, she was doing rather well, and certainly surprisingly frisky for her age.
An injection, some pills and some eyedrops, nothing to get het up about. The sight of the Mog may send small children running away and screaming in horror, but she's basically ok.
The poll is still open, it looks like I'll be posting a bitter and spiteful art rant tomorrow, (barring any further feline emergencies,) this is your last chance to deflect me to a different subject. :-)
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