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I just want to say...
Jul. 7th, 2017 09:32 pmHoney and lemon in hot water is actually very nice when you have a cough. And M makes the mix just right (I'm not sure what he does).
These things are completely unrelated
Jun. 22nd, 2017 07:30 pmI just ate way too much ice-cream. It is actually possible.
Tomorrow is archery at the medieval fair in Kälen. I still don't have a costume, but I have had my sewing machine repaired, so perhaps next year. (I assure you, it's a medieval sewing machine)
I have a terrible cough. It's showing signs of last stage, but that still usually lasts a couple of weeks.
Tomorrow is archery at the medieval fair in Kälen. I still don't have a costume, but I have had my sewing machine repaired, so perhaps next year. (I assure you, it's a medieval sewing machine)
I have a terrible cough. It's showing signs of last stage, but that still usually lasts a couple of weeks.
Loffe appears to be happy, despite the lamp he's still wearing on his head. We had the tube taken from his face today, and now the black hole that was there has turned into a red hole. That is as it should be, I understand: the dead skin has fallen off, and left an open wound.
Once the wound starts closing, it should heal quickly.
Once the wound starts closing, it should heal quickly.
Poor Loffe
May. 2nd, 2017 09:09 pmLoffe and I had to go to the vet today. Yesterday we noticed that the side of his face was swollen like a big ball, and all the fur had fallen off. A few hours later, he had managed to scratch a hole in it, and spread bloody pus all over the kitchen table.
Now he wears a collar, and has a small piece of hose under his ear. The vet says that injuries like this one is often because the cat has been bitten by another cat, and that he may have had it for weeks. I had to admit that I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.
He seems to be okay, apart from that annoying collar, and Matte, who is still a little nervous.
Now he wears a collar, and has a small piece of hose under his ear. The vet says that injuries like this one is often because the cat has been bitten by another cat, and that he may have had it for weeks. I had to admit that I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.
He seems to be okay, apart from that annoying collar, and Matte, who is still a little nervous.
Cough.
And here I was thinking that we would skip the cough this time. There has been almost half a week when the cold has been almost over and done with, then it started tonight. There's a spot just inside my breastbone that *hurts*, and it's time to go to bed.
I hope it's better tomorrow.
And here I was thinking that we would skip the cough this time. There has been almost half a week when the cold has been almost over and done with, then it started tonight. There's a spot just inside my breastbone that *hurts*, and it's time to go to bed.
I hope it's better tomorrow.
Two days ago, I picked up my new progressive glasses. Then I went to a singalong meeting*. I found that I move my head a lot more than I'm aware of when I sing. The table was bouncing about, even though I thought I was looking at one spot the whole time.
They say you get used to it after a few days. I sincerely hope that's true. These glasses exhaust me. I'm trying to get used to not looking the my tea mug as I put it down. Perhaps I should learn not look at the keyboard as well?
One thing that works fine (to my surprise) is driving. As far as I can tell, I see everything I need to see, without any ill effects. There's a slight blur at the side mirrors, but I can re-focus on them without moving my head.
* A friend holds these at local old people's homes. I go there to help the singing. It is usually needed.
They say you get used to it after a few days. I sincerely hope that's true. These glasses exhaust me. I'm trying to get used to not looking the my tea mug as I put it down. Perhaps I should learn not look at the keyboard as well?
One thing that works fine (to my surprise) is driving. As far as I can tell, I see everything I need to see, without any ill effects. There's a slight blur at the side mirrors, but I can re-focus on them without moving my head.
* A friend holds these at local old people's homes. I go there to help the singing. It is usually needed.
Worried about Loffe -- again
Nov. 3rd, 2015 09:09 pmI made an appointment with the vet next week.
Byzans is going to have the usual shot, but Loffe probably won't, since his stomach seems to be a little out of order. It may be nothing other than a sensitive stomach, and the nurse I spoke to had several suggestion about food we could try. I pointed out that since I drive from Ånge (more than an hour), there's no real point to go there only to buy food, and come back some other day with the cats.
I have started to feed him a little at a time, hoping that will make him less prone to throw up. Perhaps next step will be to see if wet food makes any difference.
Byzans is going to have the usual shot, but Loffe probably won't, since his stomach seems to be a little out of order. It may be nothing other than a sensitive stomach, and the nurse I spoke to had several suggestion about food we could try. I pointed out that since I drive from Ånge (more than an hour), there's no real point to go there only to buy food, and come back some other day with the cats.
I have started to feed him a little at a time, hoping that will make him less prone to throw up. Perhaps next step will be to see if wet food makes any difference.
Unpleasant duty
Aug. 26th, 2015 09:06 pmLoffe threw up on the living room floor today. There was something in it. That moved.
I think we must de-worm him.
After doing his business he set off for the front door. "I'm finished here now, Matte. I'm going out."
I think we must de-worm him.
After doing his business he set off for the front door. "I'm finished here now, Matte. I'm going out."
Yesterday's Ordeal, by Loffe
Apr. 2nd, 2015 02:58 pmYesterday didn't start well. I expected breakfast at the usual hour, Matte put some down for Byzans, and then she took me into the bathroom. I had to wait until she finished her shower, before I could get out. At that point, Byzans had finished her food.
I didn't get to take my walk either, and I got no comebackin treats. Eventually, Matte took a cage and put me inside it. Then I heard her give Byzans more food!
So, was this the vet? Sometomes vets say you can't have any food. Matte eats anyway, of course.
It turned out I was right. It was the vet, and it was a long trip, as it usually is. The first thing we met on arrival was a big nasty dog, but Matte took me to a different spot without dogs, to wait.
The examination room was nice. There was a window in one end, but the windowsill was too narrow to sit on. I tried the window in the other end instead, but I couldn't look out of it. Before i had found anything else to look out of, the nurse arrived. She actually put a stick up my behind! I told her I don't do that kind of thing, but she didn't listen.
I must have gained rank, because I got two vets this time. They took a very long time to prod my head, my tummy and my tail, and finished by splashing something in my eye. The nurse came back, and splashed some more. The last splash wasn't so bad, I suppose...
It was after that the real humiliation started. The nurse took off the the fur on a part of my tail! Now I have a ridiculous little rat tail, with a tiny tuft at the end. I would have left there and then, if Matte hadn't been holding me. I have told her that I don't like being held, but she forgets sometimes.
The vet prodded some more, and the nurse soaked my tail. Then it sounded like we were finally going home, but no, not until they had put a lamp on my head. It almost didn't fit in the cage. I finally managed to take it off, but Matte put it back as soon as we were home.
I don't know when I will be able to show myself outside. Not with the lamp, that's obvious. The bullfinches won't let me hear the end of it. I wonder what the mice will say about the tail?
I didn't get to take my walk either, and I got no comebackin treats. Eventually, Matte took a cage and put me inside it. Then I heard her give Byzans more food!
So, was this the vet? Sometomes vets say you can't have any food. Matte eats anyway, of course.
It turned out I was right. It was the vet, and it was a long trip, as it usually is. The first thing we met on arrival was a big nasty dog, but Matte took me to a different spot without dogs, to wait.
The examination room was nice. There was a window in one end, but the windowsill was too narrow to sit on. I tried the window in the other end instead, but I couldn't look out of it. Before i had found anything else to look out of, the nurse arrived. She actually put a stick up my behind! I told her I don't do that kind of thing, but she didn't listen.
I must have gained rank, because I got two vets this time. They took a very long time to prod my head, my tummy and my tail, and finished by splashing something in my eye. The nurse came back, and splashed some more. The last splash wasn't so bad, I suppose...
It was after that the real humiliation started. The nurse took off the the fur on a part of my tail! Now I have a ridiculous little rat tail, with a tiny tuft at the end. I would have left there and then, if Matte hadn't been holding me. I have told her that I don't like being held, but she forgets sometimes.
The vet prodded some more, and the nurse soaked my tail. Then it sounded like we were finally going home, but no, not until they had put a lamp on my head. It almost didn't fit in the cage. I finally managed to take it off, but Matte put it back as soon as we were home.
I don't know when I will be able to show myself outside. Not with the lamp, that's obvious. The bullfinches won't let me hear the end of it. I wonder what the mice will say about the tail?
A very innocent question
May. 1st, 2014 07:47 pmIs there anyone who would be willing to knock up a poor little horny cat? I'm afraid M and I are more interested a friendly relationship, and Loffe just ignores her. Poor Byzans probably doesn't even understand what's going on; she rolls on the floor, whining and squeaking, wiggling her little butt, clawing at my feet.
There will be a trip to the vet in the future, but we're going off on vacation in less than two weeks, and we don't want to put her in a hotel when she's had surgery. It's neither fair to her, nor to the people who are going to look after her.
There will be a trip to the vet in the future, but we're going off on vacation in less than two weeks, and we don't want to put her in a hotel when she's had surgery. It's neither fair to her, nor to the people who are going to look after her.
A not very pleasant surprise
Dec. 6th, 2013 08:14 pmYesterday, I took the cats to the vet in Sundsvall. This was necessary for Byzans, who needed her checkup and vaccination, and merely desireable for Loffe, who has been coughing. Last time coughing happened, it may have been worms, but I thought it best to ask.
The car drive went better than I had feared: both cats were quite calm. When we arrived, we were shown into an examination room, and I let them out to check the surroundings.
Byzans was fine, precisely as expected, but Loffe seems to be a slightly different matter. How different I don't really know. It seems that he has some kind of heart condition. That is all that can be said for the moment. This meant that the visit, instead of half an hour, took all of three hours, and included blood tests, x-ray and ECG. The only conclusion in the end was that his heart beats wery arythmically, but only sometimes, for some unknown reason.
This was completely unexpected. I had not noticed anything, and I still don't notice anything, that suggests anything serious to me. But for all I know, it may prove not to be serious. We'll have to wait and see.
The car drive went better than I had feared: both cats were quite calm. When we arrived, we were shown into an examination room, and I let them out to check the surroundings.
Byzans was fine, precisely as expected, but Loffe seems to be a slightly different matter. How different I don't really know. It seems that he has some kind of heart condition. That is all that can be said for the moment. This meant that the visit, instead of half an hour, took all of three hours, and included blood tests, x-ray and ECG. The only conclusion in the end was that his heart beats wery arythmically, but only sometimes, for some unknown reason.
This was completely unexpected. I had not noticed anything, and I still don't notice anything, that suggests anything serious to me. But for all I know, it may prove not to be serious. We'll have to wait and see.
The usual circus
Apr. 12th, 2011 09:50 pmPoor Mips.
She needs medication for her kidneys. She does not like it.
Every evening at about eight, M or I start moving. This means it's time for her pill and oil. Tonight she hid under an armchair in the living room, and sat there quietly, thus escaping the unavoidable for several minutes. But we always catch her in the end, and put that detestable pill in her mouth.
She has become quite clever. She can swallow and make a quick lick of her lips, and then spit it out a while later. Now and then we find one, dried, on the floor. And she knows perfectly well that we don't want to hold her when she claws at out fingers.
There's certainly temper left in her, even if she only has one kidney.
She needs medication for her kidneys. She does not like it.
Every evening at about eight, M or I start moving. This means it's time for her pill and oil. Tonight she hid under an armchair in the living room, and sat there quietly, thus escaping the unavoidable for several minutes. But we always catch her in the end, and put that detestable pill in her mouth.
She has become quite clever. She can swallow and make a quick lick of her lips, and then spit it out a while later. Now and then we find one, dried, on the floor. And she knows perfectly well that we don't want to hold her when she claws at out fingers.
There's certainly temper left in her, even if she only has one kidney.
What to call a cat
Jan. 20th, 2011 07:52 pmI called the vet's to ask about a prescription for Mips (her kidneys aren't what they used to be), and talked to a merry-sounding nurse. She referred to Mips as "lilljänta", which can be translated as "little lass", and which I found totally charming.
