New cat resident has settled in. Old cats are curious, resigned or indifferent. The hissing is down to a slight murmur. New cat is named.
I always like to wait to name anything because something about the personality will give clues to the proper name.
We had some great names that revolved around eyes or one-eye. The problem is this cat does not define herself by the loss of her one eye. She is warm and lovable. More so than other cats I have had. She doesn’t know that she is missing an eye. She doesn’t care.
She adores me. What can I say? I like being adored. It happens so seldom. Oh wait, like never!
We call her Morgan after the great pirate Henry Morgan. She is a pirate! She will steal your heart as if it was a gold doubloon! He did have both eyes by the way.
We were all settling in nicely…that is until I got the call from my vet. She went in last week for a checkup and I took a stool sample. Hey, I’m a good person. I can fish out poops with the best of them!
Her stool tested positive for Coccidia and Giardia. Both are one-celled organisms that are parasitic and contagious to other cats.
She has no symptoms so I expect she hasn’t had it long. I understand it’s common in shelters. It won’t kill her and is most problematic for young kittens.
Despite the fact that she was only mingling for two days and at that, very little mingling has gone on, ALL of my cats have to be treated. Three doses a day. THREE DOSES A DAY!
I have one cat I can’t pill at all. Another I can’t find when it’s medicine time. They know. They always know what I’m thinking. I used to spell out things like V-E-T to the beloved husband but they knew.
I used to bring out the carrier days before the appointment. They knew.
I asked for some meds for me to pull this off but all I got was a laugh.
Morgan, the little darling, is curled up on the beloved husband’s computer chair taking a nap. She is oblivious to the uproar she has caused in the past week.
Knowing all this, would I do it again? You betcha!