It dawned on me when I sat down to compose this that I don’t think I ever posted updates on Hobie’s condition. Things get busy and I totally forget what I have and haven’t blogged. :???:
After the last visit, Hobie took her usual couple of days to “recover” from the visit to the vet. Visits to Dr. Allen haven’t always been smooth, but usually within a day or so she forgives me and acts normally. However, this time I noticed something right off: she was limping. In fact, it was to the point where she had trouble standing — she couldn’t put weight on her hind legs. She had trouble getting to her food and water bowls in the kitchen downstairs, so we put a long rug leading from the hallway into the kitchen. She was able to get in and out, but still had a bit of trouble walking and getting up/down things. Concerned, I called the vet. He claimed not to know anything about her leg problem and suggested I bring her in. I asked if it was possible one of his staff was too rough with her. He said “Not that I’ve seen” … which isn’t saying much. I mean let’s face it, Hobie isn’t the most stranger-friendly cat, and she HATES the vet and vet staff. Personally, I think someone hurt her. I voiced this concern to the vet and he assured me that none of his staff would do anything to hurt my cat.
I thanked him for his time and hung up. The vet’s office has called me back twice since then, wanting me to keep up her weekly fluid treatments. Last call, I told them that their “treatments” were doing her more harm than good. The last four visits to that vet traumatized her each time and I will not allow that to continue.
Granted, she’s never been big on going anywhere “new” … but she’s been well-behaved whenever I’ve had to take her anywhere. But even in the vet’s waiting room she yowls and cries … begging me to take her home (or anywhere but there). I always sloughed it off as she didn’t want the visit (hey, I hate going to the doctor too!), but after today it makes me wonder if she was trying to tell me something.
Wouldn’t be the first time … there was a young man that I started dating when I first bought my house. He would come over and we’d watch football together. Hobie couldn’t stand him and would hiss and give him cold glares every time he came over. One night we were sitting on the couch together and she hopped up into my lap and happily wedged herself between us, plopped down on her backside and using all four feet, PUSHED as hard as she could against him. LOL! Needless to say, it didn’t take me long to figure out what he was after, and he dropped all interest shortly. But it was funny because Hobie isn’t the most friendly cat, but she usually warms up to most people after she’s been around them a while. She loves my best friend. She loves Jessie and Jim.
Anyways, last night I noticed some blood around her mouth. Worried, I was going to bring her to the Humane Society not far from work. She hasn’t shown any signs of pain. She’s eating and drinking very well, and purrs when I sit with her or hold her. I’ve talked to a few cat owners this morning and it’s highly possible that she’s bitten her tongue or had something else internal, but the fact that she’s still purring, eating, and drinking well, that she’s not ready to be put down or anything. (which is, of course, my worst fear)
She cried a little on the way to work … I think I cried more. I can’t help but get upset when I think something’s wrong with a loved one. Unfortunately the HS didn’t have a vet on staff and no one could look at her. So, she’s sitting beside my desk right now and is quiet and calm as she can be. She’s in her carrier, laying on an old Bama sweatshirt of mine with a bowl of water beside her. She’s watched everyone walk by and in and out of the room. She cried only a little when we first got here, but has been so well behaved since. (Which only makes me more suspicious about the vet’s office, as much noise as she made there!)
Proof that I should listen to my cat more … forgive me, I’m only a silly human.