over the last few days julius boon seemed a little groggy and uninterested in his food. i thought maybe this was a delayed response to leonard nimoy, or a boycott of the cat dishes' relocation to the totally inconvenient countertop (pickles has taken to binging on catfood). on saturday evening julius crawled into my lap (this never happens.) and stayed there for THREE WHOLE HOURS. he might as well have erected a giant sign in the living room. all was not well.
he spent most of sunday in my lap, like an eleven-pound ball of hot hot fire and cat boogers. i for sure have pms because i was convinced he would die and i spent most of the day fighting the chinese chestnut in my throat. on the bright side, leonard nimoy also cuddled in my lap, and it was a pigpile of kitty lovin. apart from the possible death in progress, i rather enjoyed it.
leonard nimoy had also been sneezing a bit, but it didn't seem all that important, especially in comparison to the awesome diarrhea he's been rocking since his arrival. he's been on meds, but they don't seem to be doing anything. in fact, when i looked them up on the wise and all powerful internets, one of the side effects listed for the anti-diarrheal is diarrhea.
monday morning i awoke to a wheezy cathead and a very sweaty leg next to where he had been sleeping. i tucked my sweet yammie* back into bed and took pickles for his walk. while on the phone with the cat vet, i noticed pickles' armpit looked like someone used a cheese grater on it. as i looked closer, i realized he is once again covered in spots. (for those of you unfamiliar with the pickles legacy, let's just say it's a long one.) (beginning here and occuring most recently here.)
so i called his vet too.
the dog vet couldn't fit us in, but since this is a pretty common occurence in our home, she wrote an emergency prescription (or as she called it, "the usual") and scheduled something for later in the week. in the meantime, i gave him a bath (medicated shampoo makes my hands tingle!) and vacuumed/washed all the rugs and bedding. it was really fun. like dentist and gynocologist in the same day kind of fun.
but it didn't stop there! i also got to pile the cats into the car and drive them (and their tiny (but constant) meows of utter and complete pain, terror, and resignation to the futility of it all) all the way to the vet, where we discovered julius had a fever of 104.3 degrees. HE WAS BOILING! i mean, normal for a cat is 100ish, which is also boiling i guess, but my yammie! he was like a cat full of burning lava! nimoy has no bugs, so his poo problem is a mystery. mystery poo is better than worm poo i guess. as long as it's in the box, it's not really an issue. (thank god for clumping litter. seriously.) he got some more medicine, as maybe that will help, and also just in case he is a carrier of the evil booger virus that struck down my julius, who got a shot, and some pills, and is already feeling much better. better enough to eat some food (i had to go buy the other kind, because that cat? he won't eat the same one leonard nimoy eats. he is special. and you shouldn't forget that), but still sick enough to sit in my lap again. hooray! i mean, get well soon!
*julius+ tuber themed nickname (all my pets receive one) = orange potato = yam