The Pangs of Mortality Turn Out to Be Just Gas
Fisher's been gimpy for the last little bit--didn't like to jump up as much, sleeping more, periodically losing her mind and trying to groom the hurty out of her hips like a crazed beast and all. Ah, I think for a while. Arthritis. She is getting old; it happens to us all. Perhaps it is that old nail-gun war wound. Neuralgia or something. Max and I solemnly discuss our priorities regarding end-of-life care for pets and the necessity of getting another kitten before she goes so Doctor Jones will always have someone around to distract him from destroying everything.
Well, I finally realized that was all complete crap. Fish is like 9 or 10 or something. That is SO not old.
Turns out she had a patch of fleas on the skin of her lower back that she couldn't groom or scratch well. And that she'd pulled a muscle or something while fighting with Jones, which exacerbated the issue. The pull fixed itself, the vermin are massacred down to a manageable level, and sure enough now that she's not being vampirized or repairing an injury, she's jumping up on everything and completely indifferent to getting poked in the hips again. She is totally fine and healthily middle-aged.
Except that she is so grateful that I have fixed the fleas and brought her suffering to an end that she's trying to show her affection by licking my skin off grooming me ALL THE TIME, and would also like to sleep RIGHT next to my head and will follow me to make sure I am not sitting down because if I am she can sit ON me. And groom me. Because I might have gotten all mussed in the twenty seconds since the last time.
It's nice when things turn out so well. :)
Well, I finally realized that was all complete crap. Fish is like 9 or 10 or something. That is SO not old.
Turns out she had a patch of fleas on the skin of her lower back that she couldn't groom or scratch well. And that she'd pulled a muscle or something while fighting with Jones, which exacerbated the issue. The pull fixed itself, the vermin are massacred down to a manageable level, and sure enough now that she's not being vampirized or repairing an injury, she's jumping up on everything and completely indifferent to getting poked in the hips again. She is totally fine and healthily middle-aged.
Except that she is so grateful that I have fixed the fleas and brought her suffering to an end that she's trying to show her affection by licking my skin off grooming me ALL THE TIME, and would also like to sleep RIGHT next to my head and will follow me to make sure I am not sitting down because if I am she can sit ON me. And groom me. Because I might have gotten all mussed in the twenty seconds since the last time.
It's nice when things turn out so well. :)