It's Caturday- Post some cats (vol 3)
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I've got to move house on Friday, Plymouth to Kent. Only ever taken my cat on one journey in the carry case - she was fine then but that was for 30 minutes instead of 5 hours. Anyone have any long distance travel tips? Bit worried she will get thirsty or want to go to the toilet, but since I'll be driving by myself I can't let her out or give her any attention until we get there
Not sure why I'm writing this but we unfortunately had to say goodbye to my best mate last night. Feel completely and utterly heartbroken. I still can't get my head around how he went from being absolutely fine to critically ill so quickly.
Started off thinking it was a heart/lung issue, then possibly something in his throat and then onto a bowel problem. It looked like he was coming out of the otherside after being on intravenous fluid & antibiotics but as his HR & RR stabilized he suddenly became non-responsive.
I can't believe it, just a month after turning 1. It's not fair that I only had such a short time with him. He was my shadow, followed me everywhere. This morning killed me when he wasn't in his spot next to me when I woke up.
RIP Fred, I'll miss you forever.
Started off thinking it was a heart/lung issue, then possibly something in his throat and then onto a bowel problem. It looked like he was coming out of the otherside after being on intravenous fluid & antibiotics but as his HR & RR stabilized he suddenly became non-responsive.
I can't believe it, just a month after turning 1. It's not fair that I only had such a short time with him. He was my shadow, followed me everywhere. This morning killed me when he wasn't in his spot next to me when I woke up.
RIP Fred, I'll miss you forever.
Mr Snrub said:
I've got to move house on Friday, Plymouth to Kent. Only ever taken my cat on one journey in the carry case - she was fine then but that was for 30 minutes instead of 5 hours. Anyone have any long distance travel tips? Bit worried she will get thirsty or want to go to the toilet, but since I'll be driving by myself I can't let her out or give her any attention until we get there
Get some Pet Rescue Remedy and spray it in the car & basket every day & on the day.Put the carrier next to you so she can see you & hear you. Talk to her.
Build in a couple of stops where you can let her out of the carrier in the car (doors locked) so she can stretch out, have a sniff & fuss. Put a litter tray in the back so she can use it then (get it out of the boot when yiu stop whilst she is in her carrier, put her back in the carrier & put it back in the boot before you drive off again). You can give her some food & water then too (you can get travel bowls to clip in some carriers)
I brought Pepi home Plymouth to Warwick 7 years ago today as a kitten. He slept for most of the journey, so I didn't need to stop - he chatted a bit at the start and the again at the end.
mattfuey said:
Not sure why I'm writing this but we unfortunately had to say goodbye to my best mate last night. Feel completely and utterly heartbroken. I still can't get my head around how he went from being absolutely fine to critically ill so quickly.
Started off thinking it was a heart/lung issue, then possibly something in his throat and then onto a bowel problem. It looked like he was coming out of the otherside after being on intravenous fluid & antibiotics but as his HR & RR stabilized he suddenly became non-responsive.
I can't believe it, just a month after turning 1. It's not fair that I only had such a short time with him. He was my shadow, followed me everywhere. This morning killed me when he wasn't in his spot next to me when I woke up.
RIP Fred, I'll miss you forever.
So sorry for your loss Started off thinking it was a heart/lung issue, then possibly something in his throat and then onto a bowel problem. It looked like he was coming out of the otherside after being on intravenous fluid & antibiotics but as his HR & RR stabilized he suddenly became non-responsive.
I can't believe it, just a month after turning 1. It's not fair that I only had such a short time with him. He was my shadow, followed me everywhere. This morning killed me when he wasn't in his spot next to me when I woke up.
RIP Fred, I'll miss you forever.
PinkRinse said:
Not ours but our neighbours cat, Tiger... Super friendly, loves a fuss, now comes running to us when he sees us and we totally left the downstairs window open by accident *ahem*
I'm slowly conditioning the OH who is very taken with him
If I was your neighbour, I'd not be too happy that someone else was doing that with my cat.I'm slowly conditioning the OH who is very taken with him
It's one thing to say hello and have a quick fuss in passing - entirely another to encourage it into your house.
I panic if either of mine go missing for just a few hours - I'd have very harsh words if I found a neighbour was encouraging one of my cats to spend time in their house.
Indy has just trotted into the bedroom with a new toy.
An unfamiliar squeaking instantly pricked our attention.
Managed to get it off him, a bit mangled and not very good on his feet but chucked it outside into the hedge.
Then moped up the blood trail from downstairs to upstairs and the particularly gruesome bathroom claret!
Now Indy is downstairs again, no doubt watching intently the spot where he got lucky.
Suspect the gap under the front door!
New door gets fitted next week so only a week left of possible intruders...
An unfamiliar squeaking instantly pricked our attention.
Managed to get it off him, a bit mangled and not very good on his feet but chucked it outside into the hedge.
Then moped up the blood trail from downstairs to upstairs and the particularly gruesome bathroom claret!
Now Indy is downstairs again, no doubt watching intently the spot where he got lucky.
Suspect the gap under the front door!
New door gets fitted next week so only a week left of possible intruders...
We caught our black and white BSH sitting in the garden mimicking the Magpies several times over the past few weeks.
Last week we had a real commotion in the bush in the corner of the garden. Mitzi (the black and white BSH) had caught a Magpie, it wasn't yet dead, but she had a firm grip on it. The rest of the flock were circling the bush and occasionally dive-bombing. Mitzi didn't seem too bothered by this!
The wife rescued the Magpie, but it hasn't stopped Mitzi's obsession - we figure she reckons she can lure them in as she's the same colour and does a half decent job of sounding like them!
I wouldn't mind, but she's nearly 15 years old and really should be past that kind of behaviour!
Last week we had a real commotion in the bush in the corner of the garden. Mitzi (the black and white BSH) had caught a Magpie, it wasn't yet dead, but she had a firm grip on it. The rest of the flock were circling the bush and occasionally dive-bombing. Mitzi didn't seem too bothered by this!
The wife rescued the Magpie, but it hasn't stopped Mitzi's obsession - we figure she reckons she can lure them in as she's the same colour and does a half decent job of sounding like them!
I wouldn't mind, but she's nearly 15 years old and really should be past that kind of behaviour!
Since we've moved to the country and let ours out, one of them has become a master mouser!
Every day now - we're either lucky enough to catch him outside with his victim, but others we have to spend hours trying to catch the wee blighter (if it's still alive) around the house.
Fun the first time - not so much now...
Every day now - we're either lucky enough to catch him outside with his victim, but others we have to spend hours trying to catch the wee blighter (if it's still alive) around the house.
Fun the first time - not so much now...
Every so often I would go down to visit a friend to attempt to give her cat Flora a worm pill. It was normally quite a placid little cat, but had the 'would you like to tickle my tummy, so that I can lacerate your wrist' trick down to a fine art.
I'd finally developed a fool proof technique for the worm pill though - I used my USAF-sourced headset bag which was big enough to hold Flora with only her head poking out of the zippered top. She could growl, wriggle and lash out as much as she wanted, but the thick padding of the bag prevented any injury either to me or her. Then open mouth, insert pill, teaspoon of water to make her swallow and the job was done.
On one occasion, the morning after rather a well-lubricated evening we realised that the lingering smell in the larder (also Flora's domain) wasn't actually the stilton or camembert, it was something else and was now worse than ever. The source was soon identified - dear little Flora had managed to drag a baby bunny into the larder through her window; it had then escaped but became stuck between the boiler and the wall, where it had ultimately passed away. The fun of trying to prise a decaying dead bunny out from its resting place with wire coat hanger, whilst nursing a substantial hangover, is not something I would care to repeat!
I'd finally developed a fool proof technique for the worm pill though - I used my USAF-sourced headset bag which was big enough to hold Flora with only her head poking out of the zippered top. She could growl, wriggle and lash out as much as she wanted, but the thick padding of the bag prevented any injury either to me or her. Then open mouth, insert pill, teaspoon of water to make her swallow and the job was done.
On one occasion, the morning after rather a well-lubricated evening we realised that the lingering smell in the larder (also Flora's domain) wasn't actually the stilton or camembert, it was something else and was now worse than ever. The source was soon identified - dear little Flora had managed to drag a baby bunny into the larder through her window; it had then escaped but became stuck between the boiler and the wall, where it had ultimately passed away. The fun of trying to prise a decaying dead bunny out from its resting place with wire coat hanger, whilst nursing a substantial hangover, is not something I would care to repeat!
Edited by nickwilcock on Wednesday 27th July 15:14
nickwilcock said:
Every so often I would go down to visit a friend to attempt to give her cat Flora a worm pill. It was normally quite a placid little cat, but had the 'would you like to tickle my tummy, so that I can lacerate your wrist' trick down to a fine art.
I'd finally developed a fool proof technique for the worm pill though - I used my USAF-sourced headset bag which was big enough to hold Flora with only her head poking out of the zippered top. She could growl, wriggle and lash out as much as she wanted, but the thick padding of the bag prevented any injury either to me or her. Then open mouth, insert pill, teaspoon of water to make her swallow and the job was done.
On one occasion, the morning after rather a well-lubricated evening we realised that the lingering smell in the larder (also Flora's domain) wasn't actually the stilton or camembert, it was something else and was now worse than ever. The source was soon identified - dear little Flora had managed to drag a baby bunny into the larder through her window; it had then escaped but became stuck between the boiler and the wall, where it had ultimately passed away. The fun of trying to prise a decaying dead bunny out from its resting place with wire coat hanger, whilst nursing a substantial hangover, is not something I would care to repeat!
Revenge in this case, is served warm! Warm and putrid...I'd finally developed a fool proof technique for the worm pill though - I used my USAF-sourced headset bag which was big enough to hold Flora with only her head poking out of the zippered top. She could growl, wriggle and lash out as much as she wanted, but the thick padding of the bag prevented any injury either to me or her. Then open mouth, insert pill, teaspoon of water to make her swallow and the job was done.
On one occasion, the morning after rather a well-lubricated evening we realised that the lingering smell in the larder (also Flora's domain) wasn't actually the stilton or camembert, it was something else and was now worse than ever. The source was soon identified - dear little Flora had managed to drag a baby bunny into the larder through her window; it had then escaped but became stuck between the boiler and the wall, where it had ultimately passed away. The fun of trying to prise a decaying dead bunny out from its resting place with wire coat hanger, whilst nursing a substantial hangover, is not something I would care to repeat!
Edited by nickwilcock on Wednesday 27th July 15:14
nickwilcock said:
Sorry to hear about Fred - obviously a very special little friend.
Moving cats by car? No problemo:
No of course I'm not being serious - Ceramicat isn't a real cat!
One day I will zip Moglet up in the case & take him to the airport! Getting in my case is his passive protest at being left at home whilst I work away!Moving cats by car? No problemo:
No of course I'm not being serious - Ceramicat isn't a real cat!
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