Does your Cat (or any pet) misbehave since caregiving your loved one?
Have you been required to take care of your loved one's pet after they have passed? Does your pet have cute antics that entertain your loved one?
And finally, has the cat or dog transferred their loyalty to your Mother?
I'm speaking from experience. I almost died at home of a kidney infection once, not knowing how sick I really was. And if you have back pain already, you may not be able to tell if you have a problem with organs like your kidneys, liver, or gall bladder (often a cause of back pain as well, if those organs are inflamed and/or infected).
So sorry that I cannot help you, and I don't know you, but your post cannot be ignored.
If you are still that sick, and on the floor after falling over kitty, call 911.
If your daughter has abandoned you and your parents have hit you, call APS.
If you have many concerns, start a new question so someone can help you unravel things.
If you are ok, and just venting on the cat thread, let us know here. There is so much on your recent post, it is not really just about Kitty, is it?
You could be very very sick and not realize it because of vomiting. Call a doctor, or 911.
I have chronic severe back problems that I’ve managed to improve until both my parents have hit me as hard as I’ll let them to ‘wait on them’. I believe my daughter has decided I’m just trying to push everything on her. She’s not speaking to me.
Well, it happened. My beloved ‘kitty’ got my feet tangled and I fell, I am hurt and still can’t swallow.
This middle of the night fall just wrecked ‘kitty’ he was so frightened! He’s better now, he’ll let me pet him and I’m so glad. That’s about my only pleasure these days. We love our baby animals so much.
So am I having a nervous breakdown or what? Comments? Help.
Silly Cat!
Get down from there!
It would be nice to read of your parent's romance.
I kept my father's letters to me-it was so long ago.
Looking on lost/found, someone posted they found this cat nearby, and are feeding it.
That is why it wasn't hungry.
If I see it again, I should rescue it because there are coyotes. Then, keep trying to find it's owner. Not sure.
Speaking of my Mom's stuff. I was looking through some of it and I found some cards my Dad had given my Mom. He wrote so beautifully and sounded so romantic. He called her "my beloved" I must get it out and post some of it on here one day. I was so touched.
Uh oh.
Uh oh.
Uh oh.
It is a break time I am still happy to take, and there is no poop to clean up, I think. Not sure after all those peanuts!
Budgies have such tiny little poops anyway.
CW my eye flicked ahead so I misread that as you being "grown and grey at the muzzle." I was going to say I know just how you feel!
I *almost* had a new dog today - he was the same color as my late pup, but totally different breed and about 1/16th the size (Boxer/Shepherd vs Dachsund!) - and the kicker? He even had the same name. I was *so* tempted, but didn't have the money for the adoption fee, so I guess that was the universe telling me it wasn't time yet.
When I was about 18, I volunteered to make a birthday cake (from a mix) for my older brother's girlfriend, whom I adored.
At the time, I had a pet budgie, Jasper. Being my only pet and my best buddy since I was 12 (he left home with me!), he was fairly free to fly around my apartment whenever he wanted.
Well. Guess who flew RIGHT into the bowl of cake batter?
I didn't have the money to buy a new box of cake mix. So I cleaned Jasper up under the faucet, picked the feathers out of the batter, and went right ahead and baked that cake!
Never told a soul until now....
CM - that must have been REALLY good pizza.
Then she couldn't remember where were the litter-boxes, so she would go on the carpet or wood floors... but only on the east side of the house. She did live to be 21.
Then ten years later another one of my cats started with the same crying in the same hallway. Once again I thought here we go again with the library table. So out of curiosity I placed a small antique cabinet next to the library table. I was so surprised the cat stopped the crying for awhile.
But a year later she started the crying again. This time I added a very long antique colored runner over the hardwood floor. I guess the design in the rug was enough to distract her from crying. She did live to be 17.
The vet said some pets as they age will be in a room and not see anyone or the other cats, so they become confused. Thus, my gals were "getting lost in the hallway".... [sigh]. Other cats I had that lived mainly to 17 or 18 didn't develop dementia.
Serves him right.
I've got nothing
From muzzle to tail Dog is 34" long. Allowing for back legs, I reckon a full standing height of no more than 44". Plus extended tongue..?!
The counter is 37" from the floor. The pizza was on a 3" thick board approximately 15" back from the front edge of the counter.
Did he have an accomplice? Did he fetch the step-stool from the hall, get the pizza, and put the stool away to cover his tracks? - (in which case leaving the hot peppers on the kitchen floor was the wrong move).
It's some consolation that the empty box says he saved me 726 calories. Almost makes up for the hour he spent contentedly washing his paws and looking pleased with himself. Delicious pepperoni, that. Can you get it again, Mummy?
I hope he has tummy ache ALL DAY.
To be honest, pizza triggers a primal instinct in me, as well.
Scores for tonight's dinner: Dog 2, Self 0. While I was posting, he spotted the American Hot pizza waiting for the oven to preheat and snaffled it off the kitchen counter. Amazing how stealthy and agile a supposedly demented, arthritic, geriatric dog can be when there's a pizza in it for him.
Lucky he doesn't like Bistro salad, I guess.
I've a good mind to tuck into a frozen block of lamb with brown rice and mixed vegetables just to get my own back.
He is not looking very repentant.