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Mar. 31st, 2020 10:37 amMurphy is home and after yet more phone calls to the vet's Milo has antibiotics and they seem to be kicking in. Pansy is much younger and seems to be throwing this off on her own, so as she already hates me for giving her liquid painkillers we decided to hold off on tablets for now, though they're there if she needs them. My bedroom is part bedroom part vets office now with all the meds kept up there. I'm also feeding Pansy and Milo up there as well as downstairs so there's also bowls of food. Upstairs is Milo and Pansy's safe space right now, but they do still come downstairs for the litter-trays and there are less toilet brushtail situations going on when they meet Murphy, so slow and patient is the way to go still.
After seeing them get better and some actual good sleep I'm feeling much better about the whole situation, and am telling myself not to post when I'm so tired again, as everything feels much worse than it actually is.
Murphy himself has settled great. He's such a teenage cat though, rampaging around, eating, sleeping and causing havoc. Things go flying off surfaces, he's nearly fallen in the toilet, got caught in the blinds, explored every inch of the house, sleeps on my pillow like it's his bed and apart from when he's sleeping is never quiet. I'm sure I hear his chirp in my sleep right now.
Murphy.
For the first time in over a week, I had to walk into town to get some cat food, the kind with lots of gravy and soft for sore cat throats. ( cut for coronavirus stuff. )
In good news, James work phoned and he's fine to go back. Though that won't be until next Tuesday as he has a weeks holiday first. Who knew when he booked it last year he'd spent the entirety of it in the house or walking around the estate once a day.
After seeing them get better and some actual good sleep I'm feeling much better about the whole situation, and am telling myself not to post when I'm so tired again, as everything feels much worse than it actually is.
Murphy himself has settled great. He's such a teenage cat though, rampaging around, eating, sleeping and causing havoc. Things go flying off surfaces, he's nearly fallen in the toilet, got caught in the blinds, explored every inch of the house, sleeps on my pillow like it's his bed and apart from when he's sleeping is never quiet. I'm sure I hear his chirp in my sleep right now.
Murphy.
For the first time in over a week, I had to walk into town to get some cat food, the kind with lots of gravy and soft for sore cat throats. ( cut for coronavirus stuff. )
In good news, James work phoned and he's fine to go back. Though that won't be until next Tuesday as he has a weeks holiday first. Who knew when he booked it last year he'd spent the entirety of it in the house or walking around the estate once a day.