lilacsigil: Japanese girl with cat (Teasing Kitty)
Monday, September 2nd, 2013 06:31 pm
(minor self-inflicted animal harm, happy ending involving ice cream)

Chewie is a brave and adventurous little cat, and today we heard him running around the house yelling (not unusual) then he raced into the living room and started making vomiting noises (very unusual). He threw up yellow bile and some bits of what looked like black plastic, and I comforted him over a non-staining easy-to-clean surface while [personal profile] st_aurafina cleaned up the vomit. Chewie was inconsolable, though, and kept running around yowling and sticking his tongue out.

Then we worked out the problem: we had had goat's cheese for lunch, and we had taken out the peppercorns. Now one peppercorn was missing. The internet told us that pepper is poisonous to cats, so off to the vet with Chewie, yowling all the way! Fortunately, we live in a town with huge numbers of vets (because of the huge number of cows) so it's always easy to find one, and they love treating animals other than cows for a bit of variety. Peppercorns, it turns out, are technically poisonous to cats, but since the cat always vomits them up, that's not the problem. The problem is the burns to gums, tongue and oesophagus - the vet could see where he had bitten the peppercorn, because he had a red burn around his tooth and down that side of his tongue.

He rinsed Chewie's mouth out with water (Chewie was surprised but co-operative), then put Vegemite on his paws so that he would lick it a lot and thus keep his mouth and oesophagus irrigated with soothing saliva. Apparently the salt and stickiness means that cats don't like the texture of Vegemite on their fur but do like to eat it, so this was a great success. The best bit was that when we got home, we had to give him ice cream: it's cold and soothing, plus the milk stops the pepper burning. He carefully licked vanilla ice cream from my finger, then ate some from a bowl, and after that he was much better. The other cats wouldn't let him back in the cat basket for several hours though, probably because he smelled like Vet. Now they're all snuggling together again, and all is well in cat land.
lilacsigil: Charles Xavier (Charles New X-Men)
Monday, April 23rd, 2012 03:51 pm
A links post from [personal profile] snowynight led me to the etsy shop Weelittlestitches and their geeky cross stitch patterns. Since it's (finally) getting colder and it's rather pleasant to sit and stitch with a blanket on my lap, I'm now sewing their Superhero Alphabet on an alphabet block afghan (i.e. the alphabet runs around the edge). I'll post the completed squares as they happen! (I'll be revising the pattern to swap Hal Jordan for John Stewart, though - no way Hal Jordan is getting on anything I make!)


In other news, if you happen to be drugging your cat and accidentally put a finger in her mouth, she may very well inflict a deep bite on your finger. If this happens, go to the doctor! I did, am now on antibiotics and four days later can type and sew again, though I can't comfortably hold a pen. Aeon (who bit me) was very upset, but I don't know if it's because she's usually such a protective cat or because I taste awful.
lilacsigil: Jeune fille de Megare statue, B&W (Default)
Monday, December 5th, 2005 03:59 pm
Our cat is dead.
He died as he lived - clueless but speedy.
His name was Ajax, after the Greek warrior, but he was developmentally delayed and it seemed a bit grand for him. We just called him "Mister", or "Boy Cat" most of the time.
When he and his sister came to us, they were ten weeks old, but he still couldn't wash himself. It took him years to work out that he could go out one door and come in another. His claws didn't retract properly, and when he was distressed, which was often, he would chew the pads on his feet.
We took him to a sympathetic vet, who prescribed Endep for him. We treated him for a fortnight, and again a few times later on, and that made Mister much less miserable. Moving the furniture still freaked him out, though.
He could catch a moth, fly or bird with incredible ease, but couldn't quite work out corners.
He loved to be held in our arms like a baby and snuggle, but he wasn't a very good purrer.
He was very loving and soft of coat, but could cry for hours on end.
He loved to climb into boxes and small spaces, but he never worked out that one particular small space meant going to the vet.
He eventually learned to wash himself, and washed his sister responsibly, as she had always taken care of him.

This morning, he ran across the road at top speed and straight under a car. He died instantly.

His sister, Aeon, is very distressed, and lay down next to him while we dug the grave.

He is buried in our back garden, in a sunny spot.
Ajax )