Over the weekend Aaron and I noticed that there was a little discharge out of Mau’s left eye and that he looked like he kept winking at us. We hadn’t noticed him rubbing at it but we suspected that it was an eye infection of some sort. On Sunday Mau’s eye was looking red, and we noticed that Mau was more yammery than usual that afternoon. This morning we started to see him pawing at his face. We didn’t want it to get worse so I called the vet and scheduled an appointment for him.
Mau was decidedly not happy by this turn of events and protested when we put him in the carrier. While he was at the vet’s office, Charlie and Garrus were seemingly confused and wandered around the house, mewing as they searched for their buddy. They trotted into my office and looked at me expectantly. All I could give them were pets and scritches.
When Aaron returned with Mau and prescribed eye drops, Mau scampered off to hide under the bed, apparently upset about his experience. Garrus and Charlie immediately went to greet and check on him. Eventually, though, Mau forgave us for subjecting him to the indignity of the carrier and taking him to the vet. Such is life with cats. Let’s see if Mau will assume his scheduled yammering hours and snuggle session.
Aaron brought Charlie home from the vet…and we realized that he had urinated in the carrier AFTER we let him out. We didn’t want him tracking urine all over the house so we had to deal with that right way. Sullen and stressed out from being at the vet’s office, he was decidedly NOT happy about being picked up and brought into the bathroom. Up until now, we had not needed to bath either Garrus or Charlie, so we were not sure if Charlie would submit kindly to this or if we would lose blood.
Time for a second bath!
Charlie made several rather churlish sounds and tried to hide beneath the cabinets or the bathtub, but to no avail – Aaron bathed him. After the water ran for a bit and Charlie got thoroughly wet, he stopped complaining and resigned himself to his fate. Once out of the tub, he was happier and didn’t fuss at all as we dried him. We toweled him off as best we could and agreed that he would not likely tolerate being blow-dried off, so we let him go. He’s still cleaning himself off but he has allowed us to approach him without glaring at us suspiciously. Garrus, for his part, is quite happy to have his buddy back.
Charlie needed to get his annual shots, so we made an appointment and planned to wrangle a distressed cat. We know that putting a towel over his head makes him less stressed out, so we had that ready. We closed doors to all the rooms. But he freaked out and refused to move out of the cubby in the cat tower. After much wrangling, coaxing, and the strategic placement of a towel around him, we ended up with…a most unhappy burrito.
Don’t worry – Charlie can breathe just fine under the towel.
After Aaron left with Charlie, Garrus emerged from under the bed and – shock! – started squeak-meowing! I’m pretty sure he was looking for his buddy. He came into my office and gave me an accusatory look. I reassured him with pets but Garrus didn’t look completely convinced. I expect that when Charlie returns from the vet, there will be a reunion snuggle.
Garrus is hanging out in my office, looking sad and asking for pets.