We, as animal lovers, are joined together in this very special experience.
“Best boy ever!” Those are the words Rusty’s dental hygienist wrote on her report for Rusty’s dental cleaning. Nicole carried Rusty out in his carrier to me in the waiting room. I was hoping that it went well.
Nicole was smiling from ear to ear. She was in love!! “I didn’t have to wrap him as I normally do with the other cats. He just stayed on my lap and I did whatever I needed to do in his mouth.”
My happiness was short-lived, however. She gave me the news that Rusty was having a problem with his other lower canine tooth. (The first one was removed last year.) She did temper that news by saying we could wait 6 months and then bring him in for X-rays and maybe the tooth could be saved by filling the bad part – it wasn’t at a point right now that made it a certainty of needing it pulled.
I told her I wanted to be proactive, and decided at that moment to bring him in after 3 months for those X-rays. When his tooth was removed last year, he suffered much pain (he was drooling and appeared very unhappy), and I had to bring him back for an injection to relieve his pain. He was much better after that injection took effect.
Nicole concluded the consultation by saying, “I would love to take him home.” And then she stuck her hand in the carrier, gave him a loving rub, ruffled his soft fur, and said, “He is amazing.”
Nicole also told me that Dr. Love (yes, that’s her real name) wanted him to be given an antibiotic at home to prevent any infection as a result of the cleaning since there was some decay in his canine. “OK, I said.” She asked, “Pill or liquid.” “Liquid.”
The vet tech came out with the bottle, saying, “It’s clindamycin.” I said, “Oh no. That won’t do. I tried giving it to him last year and it was impossible. I know it tastes very bitter, and it didn’t work out at all.” She said, “I could give him an injection.” I said that it would be much better.
So, little Rusty had his injection, which is supposed to last for 2 weeks. Good. Back home we went. He was very quiet on the way, all hunched up with his head crammed in the corner of the carrier. He always does that, as if he’s trying so hard to find a safe and comforting place.
Welcome home, Rusty. Romeo was on the other side of the door leading into the kitchen, when I came in from the garage into the laundry room, and was crying. I forgot to mention that Romeo was crying when I took Rusty into the laundry room and closed the door behind me. The two of them are buddies, and are great playmates.
Romeo couldn’t wait until I put down the carrier onto the kitchen floor. He was walking in front of me, going back and forth, impatient for me to put down Rusty’s carrier and let him out. It was difficult not to step on Romeo as I moved forward. You know how that is, if you have cats.
Finally, I was able to put Rusty’s carrier down. Before I let him out, I decided right then and there that this was a blog in the making. Got my camera and all the photos in this blog are a result.
I thought Romeo was so impatient to have his buddy home and out of the carrier, but no! He was impatient to go into the carrier!
Rusty had to re-acquaint himself with his surroundings, and he was so happy to be back home!
Yawning is a good way to help you relax:
Curling and grooming are sure signs of feeling good!
Now that I know Rusty is doing well and has aclimated to being home again, I think I’ll check out what Romeo’s been up to.
We all know how cats seem to gravitate to their favorite things to do; that which draws their attention more than any other thing? (I’m not talking about FOOD!)
Well, my Romeo has his thing. I really think that his best time of the day is when I come home from doing my food shopping. Are you already guessing what I’m going to say? You’re right. He can’t wait to start chewing on the plastic bags – even before I take out my groceries! Then, when I’m busy putting items on the counter before putting them away, he’s in HEAVEN! I think he especially liked the bag that had the cherries. He goes for the “good” ones. These photos will attest to the fact:
Just in case you’d like to see his face, here is another photo of his profile – sorry, that’s the only one I have available right now, but you can look at previous posts to see other photos of Romeo (he is a Ragdoll, BTW):
Disclaimer: At no time was Romeo in danger of swallowing any plastic!
Hope you enjoyed this post. To see other posts of my cats, just scroll down. Any comments will be appreciated!
You know animals. They all have their favorite places. This thought occurred to me as I wandered about the house. It seemed everywhere I went, there was another one. Different rooms, different spots, different poses, different favorite “doing.” As usual, I grabbed my camera (an old Nikon Coolpix S210). It still takes great photos, even though that itty-bitty orange plastic thing-a-ma-jig that’s supposed to hold the battery in place, broke off quite a while ago.
The first place I walked through was the kitchen. This is Rusty’s favorite place in the kitchen:
He doesn’t care what else is going on around him: noise, things being moved, another cat running by, a toy rolling along the floor, dishes or pots or pans rattling, etc. He just keeps his face in the bowl and he does what makes him most happy.
Then, I went out onto the patio – it’s cooler out there right now. I have the heat on in the house, but that area is not heated. It’s probably around 60 F. Another rather COLD day in South Florida. I was surprised to find Romeo out there. It seems he doesn’t care what the temp is out there. He is on one of his favorite chairs – nice and comfy, curled up on the cushion and enjoying the little bit of sun that’s coming through and landing right on his back. I say one of his favorite chairs, because he really loves best the chair that I like to sit on, but I keep that one unavailable to him with a pillow angled just right so he can’t get on it. I am entitled to sit on a chair – my chair – without getting cat hair all over my butt, aren’t I?
Well, I’m so glad Romeo’s so comfortable. Smart cat.
I wondered where Patches could be? I walked out of the patio, and meandered into the family room. Ah ha! There she is. I am amazed how she can squeeze herself into that “penthouse.” She’s not a small cat by any standard; and yet, she can maneuver her body into such a small circle! I have to say she knows how to get comfortable.
As I was walking out of the family room, I passed by the food station, and lo and behold! Rusty was still at it! Only, now, he switched over to the other bowl! Gotta love his determination.