The Tao of Reenpig – give no f4cks!
Tag: cats
2021 isn’t giving us a damn break
Katy came back from the UK on Friday and on Saturday we had to go to the emergency vet because Reenie’s ass literally exploded. She has a burst anal gland abscess and will need surgery to clean it out and remove some necrotic tissue. If it sounds bad, it actually manages to look worse. Poor kitten of doom. Right now, she’s trying to groom bug is wearing the cone of shame so all I hear is her licking rough plastic.
When your cat is broken
Folded like a wet noodle…
Step away for 5 minutes…
Tolstoy is helping. In his own inimitable style. That, or he’s warming his ass on my keyboard.
Helping!
Aaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllll the Pavel pictures
I just went back through 7 years of blog picture roll. Dear lord, I keep weird shit.
Edit: I had a bunch of pictures on my phone that weren’t on the blog. This has been rectified. I’m also that anal that all the pictures are now chronologically ordered, from latest to oldest. Yes, I did that. Yes, it matters to me :)
Things I will remember about Pavel
How he used to be bitey-bitey and nip at my elbows or toes when I wasn’t giving him the attention he wanted.
How he was a sound-powered cat and always had to made noise when he jumped in the bathroom sink to get a drink (usually while I was on the toilet).
The attack-cat chittering noises he made towards the birds who dared to come on the balcony.
Being woken up in the morning by him jumping in bed with us, walking over us and wedging himself between Katy and me.
The contented, smug face he’d make when getting a chin scratch at just the right place. Pavel gave good face!!
Generally just walking into a room, rolling your eyes and going “oh, Pavel!” at whatever convoluted and/or obscene position he was sleeping in (see above picture).
How, on a king-sized bed, he’d always sleep on any item of my clothing (usually pj bottoms), or nestled in my body pillow.
How he had a stupidly loud purr for a cat his size, and how Katy would always ask me to “turn down the volume on my cat”.
How he loved to chill on his cardboard scratching pad, in his cardboard box. Even after Tolstoy barfed on it.
How he’d sleep on the sofa arm, as though he was the only thing holding the sofa together.
How he loved to eat anything that was made of rubber or silicone, including a grooming brush, Ben’s wellie boots, Ben’s Ikea nightlights, Ben’s crocs, Ben’s stress popping toy…
How he was a soft, fluffy, furry ball of lovable dumb.
I’m going to miss the hell out of you, buddy…
Pavel the cat has passed.
We hoped to be able to delay the inevitable for a couple of days to try and spoil him rotten, but it wasn’t in the cards. His back legs were still paralysed. It wouldn’t get better. If by a 2nd miracle it did, it would most certainly happen again, god knows when. He wasn’t in pain, but he couldn’t stand to eat or drink. When we brought him home so Ben could say goodbye to him, he had a bit of fuss but then dragged himself into a cat cave.
In the end, Pavel fell asleep on my hand, with my forehead to his. It was painless for him, but heartbreaking for me. We did the right thing, for the right reasons. We’ll get through it. But right now, it sucks.
This is not good
Pavel just had another thromboembolism ? he’s at the emergency vet, with high dose heparin and morphine. Same thing as last May, but now worse prognosis because it happened again, while he was taking the meds to supposedly try and prevent new clots from forming.
He made it through the first day, first week, but it seems to have caught up with him. We had a month and a half we didn’t expect to have, but now we need to see what happens again and make some potentially heartbreaking decisions.
This sucks.
Another cat with weird sleeping habits
I mentioned that Pavel has amusing sleeping habits. He’s not the only one.
