After a health crisis a couple weeks back, Mollie was checked out by a specialist vet that is not at our usual veterinarian practice. It’s the time of covid-19. I couldn’t take her in. I had to drop her off with someone I never met. I had to trust that someone would be her advocate inside. I was disappointed at some things that happened but this post isn’t about that. I picked up Mollie the next day.
She’s been diagnosed with diabetes with blood glucose well over 400. I’ve had two prior cats with it so I’m very familiar with the treatments. It’s not for the lighthearted as there are stressful times. Initially I got her numbers within range but last night she started to spike. Nothing had changed. No different food or conditions so I am working to get them back down. Insulin is an odd thing. You walk a tightrope. Too much will kill her and too little will slowly kill her. Injections and home testing are the easy part. It’s the frantic “OMG” moments that are debilitating (to the human!).
The cats were glad to see her. Kind of anyway. She smelled funny. They wanted to play with the big bandage on her paw where the IV had been. That didn’t make Mollie happy so she had to do some discipline.
Sasha was the most affected cat. There is something about Mollie that reminds her of her cat mom. Even when she first came, she wanted to nurse on her and sleep with her. She’s still like that except for the nursing part. Mollie made her wishes on that clear. It was something like “stay away from my multiple boobs or I’ll womp you good!”
Sasha is a healer. She will lay next to Mollie with her paw touching her and purr. Mollie doesn’t mind this. Sasha does that when I don’t feel good too. I don’t know how she knows but she does. Maybe she was a shaman in another life.
Things happen for a reason. Sasha is one of those things. Her antics make us laugh when are hearts are in knots and she will jump (all 12+ lbs. of her) on your full bladder to make you feel good. Although she wouldn’t admit it, even Mollie was glad to see her.
The next week or so will be touch and go with Mollie but we’re hopeful. Right now she is not acting like a sick cat. We are enjoying her while she is here and hope we are strong enough to make the right decision if it comes to that.
Author’s note: The pictures here are not from this week. She’s lost the plume in her tail and a lot of fluff overall. She also lost weight and is looking like an older cat. I don’t know how that happened. Last fall she was a spitfire. She is still the alpha cat and calls the shots though.