In sickness and in health

In sickness and in health

It can be worrying, having young creatures. Cats are especially worrying because they are ridiculously easy to poison by accident, and also because they are masters at hiding symptoms of illness. A cat can be ill for days before you notice.

So we were a bit concerned for Bonnie, who didn’t look too good this morning. She wasn’t hungry, and instead came at sat quietly on my lap. By mid-morning it was clear she wasn’t well at all: she was lethargic and her fur was dull and staring. Those symptoms could mean anything, from general under-the-weather-ness all the way to something horribly and swiftly fatal. And of course, she’d timed this perfectly for the weekend.

On the other hand, she didn’t have diarrhoea, her eyes looked fine, she wasn’t coughing or retching and she was breathing normally. Were we going to have a distressingly (and expensively) diseased cat on our hands, or was this a minor ailment?

Happily, it turned out to be a minor ailment. Just a few short hours later, Bonnie seems to have slept whatever it was off, and is now back to her normal, playful self; and has also had a good meal. Relief all around.

And the cats have been formally introduced to most of the rest of the house, so it’s been an exciting day for them for that reason too. At the moment, they’re still not used to everything and are still very careful, and they’re still not convinced that we’re not going to pick them up and shut them back in upstairs, but so far, so good. By this evening, I expect their confidence will be such that chaos will ensue, but let’s wait and see. For now, they’re exploring things, and Cylde in particular has proven himself to be very efficient at finding all those cobwebs we never knew existed.