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Update from Emily…

She said she’s getting weak from lack of exercise.  I told her to drink out of my water dish but she declined, and said she was just going wither away.  I asked who would feed me, if she did that and she said, “That’s a good enough reason to live, I guess.”

She wants to walk her miles outside but she has to wait until she sees the doctor sometime next week. I asked if she was as afraid of the doctor as I am of the vet and she said no, so that’s good.

She went to the last family Christmas party yesterday and had fun.  Her hair didn’t look too terrifying and she wore a black flower in it to hold it back.  She said she needs to cut it but can’t, so I shouldn’t expect her to look much better soon.  I’m kind of getting used to seeing her this new way, in Bon Jovi, Snoopy, cat and other weird pants.  I like the Vegas ones, as well as the pants with the flamingos.  She wears everything with white tank tops so she can get her arm in and out easily.  She’s doing her exercises.  Her human daughter is an OT so therapy won’t be a problem.  She still reminds me of a zombie but I won’t tell her that because of all the monsters and undead she likes them the least.

She reads..a LOT.  And she got a few more hours of sleep.  When I see her sleeping I wake her up so she knows she’s getting some sleep.  She always thanks me and tells me what a good cat I am.

Well, that’s about it.  Time for another nap.





Emily update…

She is looking more and more like the walking dead.  She can’t sleep.  Didn’t sleep at all again last night, just wandered around until she finally ate an English muffin with cream cheese and jelly, after which she had her chocolate biscotti.  In other words, she ate breakfast, during which I threw up.  I hardly ever barf but thought maybe it would be a nice distraction for her.  I missed the rug on purpose, since she can only use one arm to clean things.  She felt bad for me, so I immediately started playing PET ME IF YOU CAN, always staying just out of reach so she couldn’t pet me.   I’m trying to make things fun for her.

Nothing has changed with her hair but I’m used to it now, so I’m not afraid of her anymore.

I’ve noticed how quickly things fall apart when she stops cleaning, but I won’t tell her that or she will keep using her broken arm more than she should.  I’m not sure if she doesn’t notice that the rugs need to be vacuumed because she’s too tired, or she just doesn’t care.  Either way, she can’t do it and I used to live outside, so I’m used to dirt.

You don’t have to worry about me, since I get plenty of sleep and she feeds me all the time. told her to try sleeping in one of my spots, like behind the couch, tucked into the corner but she said that wouldn’t work for her.  That’s too bad because it definitely works for me.

Well, we are both doing the best we can and I guess that’s all anyone can do.

Catch ya later…snicker, snicker.




Update from Emily…

My person is using her broken arm way too much, which bothers me because she needs to get better so she can open the cat food cans and definitely do something with her hair.  Her computer started falling off her lap and she caught it with her broken arm which she said was a bad idea.

She’s not sleeping. I’m afraid she’ll turn into a zombi and then where will we be?  She’s a vegetarian, so I’m not worried about her eating me, or going for my superior brain, but she will certainly look even worse than she does now, that’s for sure.

She reads…a LOT.  Which is okay, as long as she makes time for me and keeps my litter box clean.  You should see her doing that with her left hand.  I’m starting to think her left hand exists to only do what her right hand tells it to do.  On its own, it just seems…lost.

She doesn’t like the, PET ME IF YOU CAN game.  I stand just out of reach, and beg to be petted.  I also stand on her right side, so she can’t pet me there either.  She runs her hand over my tail, when she can. She can’t really play on the floor right now, because she won’t be able to get up until she’s better.

She watched the entire new season of ALL CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL, until 4:30 this morning.  She said she fast forwarded through the bad parts, and the show is getting extremely depressing.   She likes to finish things…like entire series of books, one after the other.  She’s on book 7 of a series she just started and she’s beginning to hate the characters.  She wonders why authors do that, add annoying characters to a perfectly good story.  It’s doubtful she’ll continue, but who knows?  And it’s not because she read them so fast, it’s the stupid things the author decides to do.  At least that’s what she said.  So she’s skipping pages now, to avoid the stupidity.

She’s still taking good care of me, naturally.  I just wish she would add some blush to her face to stop me from thinking of zombies every time I look at her.

I’m still beautiful.  She tells me that I’m beautiful all day long and she never lies.  Plus, all cats are stunning, so there is that.  Humans…not so much.  Having fur might help but she said she didn’t think anything would help. Not really.

She’s not eating much because she said that if you don’t move around a lot, you have to eat a tiny bit or buy new clothes.  She said the biscotti didn’t count because of her ITALIAN heritage.  I asked if I was Italian and she said yes and Swedish too.

Well, I better go.  Time for another round of PET ME IF U CAN, then a snack and a nap.




Emily update…

The vet called today and said all the tests came back fine.  He asked how she was doing and I said, “It’s a nightmare.  I spend my time crawling around on the rugs, or trying to catch her.  We are both exhausted and frustrated.  She’s terrified when she sees me.”  He laughed, and said, “You’re not alone.”  I was considering death by falling off my roof, if I could get out of one of the windows, and he was laughing.  Then he asked how she was doing.  I told him she was fine, EXCEPT FOR BEING TORTURED BY THE PILL THING. I told him she probably didn’t even get more than five pills.  He said…yes, he really said this, “Don’t give her anymore.  Just stop the pills, but save them in case we need them at a later date.”  I said, “Just stop them?”  He said, “Yes.”  I didn’t ask how she could just stop them and be okay but, as the really old saying goes, never look a gift horse in the mouth.  What that means I’m not sure but I think it means, say than you and run.  So, that’s what I did.

With those few words, “stop giving them to her, the sun came out in my heart.  It was that easy, and then I was glad I couldn’t get the window open so I wasn’t on the roof when he called..

Emily still runs away from me but I think with time, she’ll be okay.  So for now, the nightmare of the pills, is over.




Emily…story below.

I locked her in the bathroom, so I could give her the antibiotic.  She went mad and started pulling her fur out of her hip.  So, I let her out and now she hides day and night and isn’t getting her medicine.  I’ve gone from depressed to despair.  She is terrified when she sees me.  I caught her once today, but found one of the two pills, a very tiny one, on the stair.  She she didn’t get that.  She’s supposed to be getting the antibiotic 2X a day, but if she gets it once, it’s a miracle.  Yesterday not at all.

We are both exhausted.  I feel like getting rid of all my furniture, or putting it in the middle of each room, so she can’t hide.  Either that or put her in the vet for a week, which I don’t want to do, at all.

We re both going insane.  So many places I can’t reach her and she just sits there and looks at me, as if I’m trying to kill her, instead of save her life.  The surgery went perfectly, the medication, not so much.

I’ve been thinking of running away…a lot.  LOL  Like a five year old.  Pack up my fuzzy rabbit and just hitting the road.  Leaving Emily to live with someone who is better at doing what has to be done.  I am not the Cat Goddess Bastet.  Emily does not worship at my paws.  She fears me and the tiny pills I have between my fingers that take two seconds to give her, but it takes all day and night to get them in her mouth, IF, I’m lucky.

I don’t know what’s going on.  People talk to me but I don’t listen, all I can think of is how many more hours will I have to look for her, and will I ever be able to give her the medicine.  She needs the medication because of a complication, not because of the actual surgery.  This should have been over, but it’s not.  It may never be over.  When I die, I think I’ll be in charge of catching cats, wherever I end up, and there will be bookcases where they can hide and couches they can crawl behind.  And that will be my personal hell, for trying to keep her alive and healthy.

My German Shepard, just stood there and let me drop the meds into his open mouth.  He was a good dog.  I miss him.  Although he was afraid of one of our cats, and I don’t blame him.  Everyone was afraid of Gota.  Everyone.


My cousin’s daughter…what does that make her to me?  A cousin once removed. or a just my little cousin?  Anyway, she called this morning and said, “I’m coming over in awhile, and I’m bringing mom (my cousin).  Can’t tell you how happy I was.  I stayed up until 2 a.m. this morning, and never got the pills into my cat.  I was so tired. I had to take long breaks, because I couldn’t constantly follow her around and make her more stressed.  I finally gave up and went to bed.  Then I woke up, remembered what was going on, and immediately felt awful again.  I can’t tell you how happy I was to get her phone call.

Some people are meant for their jobs.  My little cousin is all business.  I am not kidding when I say that she could take down a water buffalo, give him three shots, six pills, check his ears and do a couple of other things before before he knew what hit him.  They she’d be on to the next one, telling the water buffalo to quit complaining, it was for his own good.

She walked in, got the pills and laid out some things on the table…things she brought for me to use later.  I said I had to leave the room, since I couldn’t watch, and took my cousin upstairs.  A few minutes later she shouted, “I NEED TOWELS.”

So, I brought towels down to her and she was literally SITTING on top of my cat.  All I could see was Emmie’s head.  I left instantly.  She gave her the pills and something else.  I was so stressed (it’s all in our heads, but it’s there, nonetheless), but the picture of her sitting on top of Emmie was so silly.  Apparently she wrapped her up and then put the other towel around her neck, so she couldn’t wiggle while she gave her the pills.  She would so do this to a water buffalo.  She really would.

She said Emmie hissed and growled at her.  She has never done that before.  Never.

The good news is that Em is fine and her incision looks good, no need for the cone.  Heavy sigh of relief.

Emily just ate.  So the pill worked, and she may not need another one.  She just one half pill a day, left.

My little cousin said that if Em had gotten away from her she didn’t know if she could have caught her again.  She said Emmy curls into a ball and is like water, slipping out of your hands.

Bottom line…I was able to take a few deep breaths.

My cousin brought a French Silk Pie, so after the whole Emmie thing, we sat down and had chocolate, as smooth as its name.  I didn’t have any food in the house, because I haven’t gone to the store since this thing started.

Even better news…my little cousin is coming back tomorrow.  How lucky am I!




I’ve had a lot of cats.  I have never experienced anything like this.  My other cats were inside cats.  They were petted, carried around, played with and slept with us.  Emily lived outside for at least 9 years.

I have never hugged her.  She has never tried to sit on my lap or do any of the things regular inside cats do.

Therefore, trying to give her medication, or do anything at all is terrifying to her.  She’s not used to being touched (I pet her when she lets me).  All this touching and trying to hold her still is scaring her so much.

My other cats were afraid of the vet but they were used to being handled.  Used to being around people.  That’s what is making this so very, very, very difficult.  We are both terrified.  I never took in an adult outside cat.  I don’t think she was feral.  I think someone threw her out.  She’s gentle, so sweet and kind.  She’s not like the feral cats I’ve had i my yard.   But she’s been in my yard for all those years and just came in  in January.  She’s just not used to being handled.  So when I try to give her a pill she thinks she’s being captured or killed and is terrified.

That is why this is so hard.


It’s almost time to TRY and give her two pills.  I have to be careful of her incision.  I’m terrified AGAIN.  For a person who is pretty much fearless and never afraid of anything…anything that happens to any animals just sends me down a rabbit hole.  It’s ridiculous and I know it.

My cousin’s daughter called me. She’s a vet tech, as I said before.   She definitely thinks I’m insane.  She tells me not to worry about this or that, but easier said than done.  She told me to just pick her up (hahahahahaha) and wedge her between the side of the couch and my leg and give her the pills.

This is what I actually heard her say…pick her up and watch her insides fall out because her incision tore open and she’s going to die, right there in front of you and you’ll never get over it so you may as well die too.

See, the difference?

And she’s not drinking water or really eating.  So I feel like a ten ton weight is pressing down on me, and yes, I know how silly that is.  My cousin keeps saying, “She’ll be fine, don’t worry,” but I can’t seem to stop.  I don’t worry.  When my son was going 90 mph down the Dan Ryan, never worried for a second.  I am not a worrier…unless my cat is involved.  Sigh.  They can’t talk.  I can’t explain what I’m doing to her.  Sigh, again.

So, that’s where I’m at, at the moment.  I started trying to give her last night’s pills at around 10:30 and finished at 1:00 a.m.

I’ve had lots of cats, dogs, lizards and birds.  Guinea pigs, hamsters and pretty much anything you can name.  One of my cats was diabetic and I had to give him shots everyday, which, after completely thinking I could NEVER do it, did it…for years.

But surgery is different.

She scratched on her cat scratcher a couple times today so, I felt better for a few minutes.  She lets me pet her.

I read three books, since yesterday afternoon, because I’m trying to distract myself.  It’s kind of working for a half hour, here and there.

All this will be over soon, just not soon enough for me.


Update on Emmie.

She’s doing good and can come home tonight.  Will have to take two pills (wish me luck with that) and has been given antibiotics that will last 2 weeks, and has had pain meds.  I can’t wait to see her, even though I’m terrified to see her incision.  But so far so good.  Thank you for your well wishes.  ❤



Emily was playing, and heard a noise. She tears the feathers out of all her toys and I find them all over the house.

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