All this week on Niles’s Blog – photos of cats. Mostly my cats.

People think I’m too feline for my own good. Or is that too catty?

All this week on Niles’s Blog – photos of cats. Mostly my cats.

Legs akimbo. He does this in the middle of the night too, leaving very little space for anyone else to sleep.

All this week on Niles’s Blog – photos of cats. Mostly my cats.

Turf war. Sometimes it’s hard to tell exactly what’s going on with how the cats relate to each other. Sometimes timid cat comes out on top.

All this week on Niles’s Blog – photos of cats. Mostly my cats.

It’s all in the eyes.

All this week on Niles’s Blog – photos of cats. Mostly my cats.

Cats can find anything comfy.

Rather less exciting than yesterday’s, today’s trip was down the road to the
V-E-T.

Fudge is fine. He’s beaten the UTI he had earlier in the year, and has even lost weight, so that he’s down to his target weight of just under 5kg.  All that ignoring him demanding food has paid off.  If only it was as easy for the rest of us to diet.

Smudge wasn’t quite so happy though.  He’s not been well for the last couple of days, and we have been woken three or four times in the night to hear him make a noise quacking like a duck.  This has got worse until he’s gurgling instead of breathing most of the night time hours, and last night, he was sick four times (that we know of) around the house.

Clearly a problem.  By chance, the vet we saw for the routine check-up is the vet we should have been to see for Smudge’s heart at some point in the year.  (Has it really been a year?)  He was able to give an opinion without an ultrasound: severe, untreatable, congenital heart problem, probably been like since birth, and will most likely cause him to die suddenly and without warning sooner than you’d expect a cat to die.

But the gurgling and vomiting was actually a symptom of something else: feline asthma, probably brought on by tree and flower pollen that’s suddenly in the air a lot at this time of year.  Unfortunately, the treatment for feline asthma is not generally good for the heart…  So the vet has given him a lower dose of the treatment, we have to monitor his respiration every day or so when he’s resting to see whether his breathing gets easier, and pop back to the surgery next week to see how things are getting on.  And hopefully, no more piles of cat sick to clean up the following morning.

In deep sleep hear sound
cat vomit hairball somewhere
will find in morning.

The idea that we can expect one of the cats suddenly to die without warning at any time in the next five years is a bit strange.  I suppose we just have to concentrate on making life comfy for him on a day to day basis and take each day as we find it.  We could all be hit by a bus tomorrow! (must write will…)

We’ve had the attic boarded, reinsulated, a window put in, a light put up, sockets, etc. A nice new large hatch and a loft ladder were also part of the package. The idea is to put my office in the top of the house where I have room to spread out and keep my clutter out of the more public places.

But putting more rooms into the house has led to a voyage of discovery for Fudge. Smudge has been too timid so far.

First he tried to climb the wrong ladder.

That tantalising hatch! Just out of reach! What am I doing wrong?

Aha! That’s how I do it.

Unfortunately, getting down is a little trickier than getting up.

Anyway, now the attic is ready, I have to declutter the rest of the house. Hmm.