First, the regular stuff.
My younger daughter took care of the morning routine for me again. She told me that, while giving the isolation cats their cat soup and fresh water, Bug allowed pets, but was absolutely indifferent to them. She was more focused on that open window.
Today has turned out to be a hot one. We’re at 18C/64F, with a “real feel” of 21C/70F Which is a problem for the isolation cats. I’ve removed the sheets of insulation under the roof, so heat can escape through the edges, but it still gets really hot, and we can’t open the windows while they are in there, awaiting spays.
So this afternoon, after I got home again, I did the outside feeding and brought frozen water bottles for the isolation shelter. One for the water bowl, one for the cat bed and one in a corner they like to lie in. Most of the cats were on the bottom level, though. The floor is mesh over the pallet, so there would be cooler there. Then I got a screwdriver and removed the wood strips holding the vinyl wrapped around the bottom of the shelter, where the walls are all wire mesh. I couldn’t remove the back, because it’s up against the house, but I got three sides uncovered.
I don’t know why Furriosa’s eye is closed like that. I still can’t touch her. Flospy finally came out this morning, so it’s just the 4 awaiting their spay appointments.
The next picture in the slideshow, is Adam.
When I saw her on the cat house roof, awaiting food, she looked different – and her back end looked like it was recently damp.
She allowed me to feel her belly.
She has had babies. Somewhere. I could feel at least 3 active nips, one of which can be clearly seen in the photo. With her history, I’d guess she’s had 4 kittens. Somewhere. I wish I knew where her nest is!
Anyhow, hopefully, the isolation cats will be feeling much better, now that the bottom walls are uncovered and there is more air circulation.
Now to the irregular stuff.
My older daughter has not been feeling well for some time. As in, for years. Recently, though, she’d gotten worse. It took a few times telling her I was willing to drive her to the ER and, this morning, she finally agreed. The nearest ER that would be open is in the town closest to us, where my mother spent several months before going into TCU, and where my husband spent 3 weeks, several years ago. One of the nurses there even recognized me, and the doctor that saw my daughter was the same one that treated my mother. My daughter wouldn’t want me to share her health issues here, but it was bad enough that she got admitted and into triage within 15 minutes. That I borrowed a wheelchair to bring her in, and she looked pale as death probably “helped”. She has now she has been transferred to the city for treatment. By the time they did as much as they could for her here, then the paramedics came to transport her, several hours had gone by. There was no use for me to follow to the city, though, so I came home. They will phone us when they have something they can tell us, and we’ll go from there. We have no idea how long she will be in the hospital for.
Hopefully, they will be able to find a root cause and she will finally get the treatment she needs.
Until then, we just do what we can with what we know.
Which isn’t as much as we would like, with her being in the city now. It’s not like we can casually drive out there. Just getting to where it is a pain. The route is pretty straightforward, but it’s downtown, in a city with way too many one way streets in the area, too little parking, and almost non existent road maintenance.
Ah, well. We’ll figure it out, and do what we can.
The Re-Farmer
The Re-Farmer 