major_clanger: Our cat Mira, face palming (facepalm)
Once again, Mira at her less than most elegant.

Mira Facepalm.jpg

Oh well, it's a while since I had reason to make a new icon...
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[Mira, resting on convenient human's arm, in bed]

I'd like to think that Mira is pondering something deep and meaningful here, but experience suggests that "how long before I can ask for second breakfast?" is rather more likely.
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We have been having various adventures in cat-feeding over the last few weeks, as we try to find a diet that Mira likes but which suits her digestion (i.e. doesn't lead to straining and blood in her stools). The latest veterinary advice was to have a course of antibiotics - and getting those into her wasn't fun - followed by a fortnight on home-prepared chicken and rice.

Well, she'll make an effort at eating that, but tended just to pick the chicken bits out and leave the rice. So tonight I tried to see if I could make the dish a bit more kitten-palatable. I cooked the chicken in a bit of water to get weak chicken stock, and poured that over the rice, then put the cooked chicken through the blender to get it to a sort of breadcrumb consistency which I then mixed with the rice.

I won't say that Mira actually licked through the plastic in an effort to clean the bowl, but she came very close. Fingers crossed we may have found a way to get her eating this for a fortnight.

(The vet's idea is that this will clean her out and see if she has some sort of gastric hypersensitivity that shop-bought cat food is triggering. It's not a long-term plan on its own, as chicken and rice apparently isn't a complete diet for cats, but she should be fine on it for a fortnight.)
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Mira, making clear her views as to who owns the place.
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Mira has once again not hesitated to protect me from the manifold risks and hazards I am exposed to as I draft legal advice in my study at home.

Cat: OMG! A PEN! STAY BACK! [smites pen across room]
Me: Er....
Cat: It was right there! Ready to pounce! Lucky for you I came in when I did. Now, any chance of a snack?

Other dangerous threats Mira has defended me against in the last few days: treasury tags, rubber bands and USB cables. I really wonder how I survived without her.
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Three months after we got her, Mira is proving to be a delightful little kitty in every respect other than her rear end. About one day out of three we're seeing a degree of loose motion, which can mean that she becomes Little Miss Poopy-Paws and some cleaning-up is required. (Usually of her; sometimes of us.) We saw some of this after she arrived and thought we'd settled it by changing to a higher protein diet, but it keeps on coming back.

So, today it was off to the vet.

The nearest vet open on a Saturday is in Halesowen, about 25 minutes' drive from us. Mira was happy to be put in her cat carrier for the first time since the three-hour journey when we collected her in January, but squeaked and miaowed all the way there, in a quite remarkable range of tones. (I commented to [ profile] attimes_bracing that if we recorded and sampled it we could play some really quite interesting tunes.)

At the vet itself she was very well-behaved, not complaining at a thorough poking and prodding and surprising the vet himself by putting up with having her temperature taken via rectal thermometer. She is apparently in very good shape, albeit could stand to lose a little weight; she is 4.2 kg and we should try to get her down to 4.

The verdict is that it may be worms or an infection, or possibly diet, but that we should eliminate the former options. So we've coughed up for a full panel of tests, which will require three days' worth of stool samples. (Cue the vet asking tactfully if we're up to refrigerating them. "Yes" we replied, "but there will be triple-bagging...") We've also got worming medicine, but are not to start it until after the samples are taken so as not to risk affecting them.

More squeaking and miaowing on the way home, and she lasted until we were driving into our parking garage before having a slight incident. Out of consideration to our neighbours I went back to the lift after we got in and unloaded most of a can of air freshener into it.
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Mira will, perhaps once a week, venture briefly into the bottom compartment of the nice cat activity centre we bought her. The upper levels and cat hammock she completely ignores.

Our wardrobe, however, is the Most! Exciting! Place! Ever! and we have to take special care to keep it firmly closed lest there be further adventures in climbing up nice clothes.


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Simon Bradshaw

September 2017



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