Posts Tagged ‘Kaze’

Echo and the Anal Probe

Monday, April 12th, 2010

My Siamese-mix, Echo, has been having issues with being extremely high strung lately. She’s always had a temper. It’s something I accept with her being a Siamese-mix. However, lately she’s been downright mean. She’d been having intermittent fits of hissing, spitting, sputtering, and just general fury over very little things for the past couple weeks. She’d gone after Luna a few times, but got over it.

Saturday night, I got back from a dinner party at Wally’s place. After everyone went to bed, I got back up to get a drink. I accidentally broke the glass and Echo went nuts. She went after mom and I ended up having mom go to bed while I sat in the middle of the floor with Echo in my lap. I went to bed when she was calm and thought it was over and done with.

Sunday morning, I got up and she chilled out in my lap… until she saw Kaze. She attacked Kaze and chased her into a corner of my room. I yelled to break it up and Echo turned, jumped, and sank her claws into my arm. She subsequently wound up in her carrier for a time out.

Matt’s mom and brother came over to get some of the things they had stored at Matt’s house. Luna did her usual “Bark like a maniac first and ask questions later” thing. Echo went ballistic, went after Luna, and then tore back into Kaze. When I tried to save the confused and terrified Kaze, Echo went after me.

In total, yesterday Kaze got attacked 4 – 5 times, Luna a couple, me 4 – 5, and mom several. I now have deep gouges in my left leg. Echo spent the night in the carrier.

So, it was time to go to the vets.

Since Echo detests having her butt touched right now, I wanted that end thoroughly checked. Dr. Abraham had her temperature taken and expressed her anal glands just in case. (Hence the anal probe joke) He felt her over really well and took her vitals.

As far as they can tell, Echo is a healthy kitty.

Naturally, the topic of spaying came up next. Hormonal issues could be causing this too. So, while he had her in that position — courtesy of a strategy they called the “kitty burrito” — he did a vaginal swab and had the cells mounted on a slide so he could tell where she was in her heat cycle. Basically, a cat’s vaginal cells change depending on where they are in their reproductive cycle. She has about 20% of the cells that are associated with being in heat… which end of the 20% he can’t tell me. Now we get to wait a bit in order to see if she goes into heat before we can get her in to be spayed. (He’ll do it while she’s in heat, but it’s more expensive.)

In 10 – 14 days, she gets to go back to the vet for another exam and possibly spaying. (Of course, with the caveat that she doesn’t develop other symptoms — in which case we’ll pop her back over to the vet.)

Echo is still in quarantine, since she still wants to attack Kaze and Luna. However, I’m in less of a panic now. As a bonus… my cat thinks aliens are real, she got abducted, and I ain’t half bad.

I’m not getting rid of my pets

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

Why does everyone seem to think getting rid of pets is necessary before making a move? Sure, it would be easier not having the little extra bodies to look after but the same could be said about children. Especially the small ones.

Maybe I’m just strange, but to me surrendering my pets just because I’m moving is completely unthinkable.

My Feline Missile

Monday, April 13th, 2009

We’ve known that we have a mouse problem for a bit. We had a cold, snowy winter here in Michigan and our place looks out over an old farm field. We also fixed our storage shed last fall and filled in all the holes, so it stands to reason why they came in.

For most of the winter, we’ve only heard them… no signs of gnawing or mouse droppings anywhere. I set a few traps, which never caught anything.

For Easter and for general “give me crunchy/salty/sweet/chocolate and no one has to die” purposes we baked cookies and had to use a couple slices of fresh bread to soften our brown sugar. We never generate too much trash, so our kitchen waste basket has been empty for the most part. The only thing in it were the two (now stale) pieces of bread.

Bedtime comes and we head to bed like we normally do.

To cut to the chase: A mouse got into the kitchen trash can. Which is something I’d find out only after I peeled myself off the ceiling. But could Kaze tell me in a civilized way?

Without warning, there comes the most unholy racket from the kitchen, ending with the crash of a 20 lbs feline missile impacting the base cabinets.

And without any other assistance, I think I came awful close to kissing my bedroom ceiling.

The joys of pet ownership. ;-)

Kaze goes to the Vets

Friday, November 19th, 2004

Well, next monday is going to be a tad stressful.

We had always insisted we were going to get the kittens spayed long before they came into heat. Thanks to the finances, that didn’t happen. Instead, they’ve gone into heat several times and just now, we’re finally getting the more annoying of the pair in to the vets. CSNIP is rediculous… they offer low cost spay and neuter options, but it’s a three week wait before they’ll even call you back and there’s no openings until next year.

With Kaze urinating/spraying everything in sight and clawing up things (including me) waiting that long just wasn’t an option. When she’s in heat, when she isn’t horny beyond words, that little cat gets mean. I’m sporting a deep gouge on the palm of my left hand, thanks to her.

I’m not sure I like the option of Vets they had, but they at least only wanted just $100 to take care of her. That’s shots, checkup, the works – included.

And I’m a nervous wreck.

And… It’s not just the fact that one of my babies is going to be separated from me for so long, the inherent risks of surgery, or that we’re dealing with a Vet we know little about… it’s the fact their office is on the complete opposite side of the city. Pathetic, huh?

We’re holding off on Echo… that poor cat gets so bloody carsick, it isn’t funny. So I think we’re just going to get Kaze done for now and discuss the carsickness while we’re there too.

*sigh* Damn me and my tendancy to worry…