eepinho
Let it be known that when I say I don't want any of that, I intend to stick to my opinion
It's hard to believe, sometimes, that I have had the benefit of Ori's company now for nearly twenty years. He was born in the Spring of 1993 and I brought him and his sister home with me, each secured in the palm of one hand, since both refused to have anything to do with the cardboard box that had been provided for transporting purposes by the human contingent of their mother's family, in the late Summer of that same year.
He is not, now, a well cat. He was left prostrate on the living room mat unwilling to either eat or drink, having recently brought back up anything he had tried to consume. Various veterinary visits resulted in a diagnosis of liver failure and acute constipation requiring that an urgent course of treatment be embarked upon. This involved subcutaneous fluids, vitamins, something to help his liver recover some functionality and the administration of a laxative paste.
At first he was too weak to resist much and his treatments did not involve much stress or take very long. I am happy to be able to say that this is no longer the case and he has recovered much of his original stubbornness (see photos passim) and refuses to co-operate even with people who have his best interests at heart. Just as it was twenty years ago, when only one kitten at a time could be deposited in a certain cardboard box, he is being absolutely no help at all. Mrs Eepinho, a hero who puts up with no end of hassle from both of her household males, reports that his latest visit resulted in the vet giving up on putting the paste inside his mouth and instead smearing it on his face in the confident knowledge that he would "clean it off himself" and thus be outdone by his own instincts. This vet is going to get a surprise on his next visit when she discovers his essential medicine stuck in his fur and whiskers.
Let it be known that when I say I don't want any of that, I intend to stick to my opinion
It's hard to believe, sometimes, that I have had the benefit of Ori's company now for nearly twenty years. He was born in the Spring of 1993 and I brought him and his sister home with me, each secured in the palm of one hand, since both refused to have anything to do with the cardboard box that had been provided for transporting purposes by the human contingent of their mother's family, in the late Summer of that same year.
He is not, now, a well cat. He was left prostrate on the living room mat unwilling to either eat or drink, having recently brought back up anything he had tried to consume. Various veterinary visits resulted in a diagnosis of liver failure and acute constipation requiring that an urgent course of treatment be embarked upon. This involved subcutaneous fluids, vitamins, something to help his liver recover some functionality and the administration of a laxative paste.
At first he was too weak to resist much and his treatments did not involve much stress or take very long. I am happy to be able to say that this is no longer the case and he has recovered much of his original stubbornness (see photos passim) and refuses to co-operate even with people who have his best interests at heart. Just as it was twenty years ago, when only one kitten at a time could be deposited in a certain cardboard box, he is being absolutely no help at all. Mrs Eepinho, a hero who puts up with no end of hassle from both of her household males, reports that his latest visit resulted in the vet giving up on putting the paste inside his mouth and instead smearing it on his face in the confident knowledge that he would "clean it off himself" and thus be outdone by his own instincts. This vet is going to get a surprise on his next visit when she discovers his essential medicine stuck in his fur and whiskers.