Ciara, hoochie mamma
March 23, 1999
Welp, Ciara hasn't been getting out of the house because I truly believe she's part monkey and can climb where the other cats can't. I mean, just look at that face? Doesn't she look ready for some monkey business? As it is now, none of the other cats can go out (with the exception of Benny, who is also part monkey, but a heavy monkey, who is able to open the locked catdoor), which isn't real fun for me, because I have to get up to let them out.
Ciara, hoochie mamma with Benny
On her first trip to the vet, she was diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection, which wouldn't go away. Her first week here, I tried to keep her separate from the other cats, but she just cried so piteously, that I couldn't leave her in the room alone. After the okay from the vet (didn't want the other cats to get the URI) I let her out.
Ciara, hoochie mamma and Bart
I thought she was crying because she was lonely. Yeah, I was part right, she was lonely, but not for any company found in this home. She wanted a real man, wussies not invited. And she was extremely vocal about her needs, keeping us up for many a night. Taking her back to the vet, concerned because her URI wasn't getting any better, she was diagnosed with a rhinotracheal virus. A bugger to shake. There was still very little air coming through her nose. She was doing her breathing through her mouth. And we were getting very little sleep. Earplugs helped.
Ciara, hoochie mamma and Georgie
The vet had recently read in one of his journals or books, about the use of interferon. He said we would try it with her, one week on, one week off, until the symptoms subsided. He also made the point that her heat cycle was slowing down her progress to better health. He ordered the interferon. About three weeks later, it finally came in and Ciara was started on interferon, to boost her immune system. She's finished her second course of interferon last Friday.
Monday (yesterday), I made an appointment with the vet. A recheck. I took her in yesterday afternoon and he looked her over, took her temperature and said that she was getting better. The swelling in her nasal passages was going down and her eyes look better (she was squinting a lot, now she opens them all the way). He said that her passages were easily a third of the way open. And he was pleased that she was doing it on her own, with the boost of the interferon, without antibiotics and anti-inflammatories. Just Ciara and her immune system.
Then he said the magic words, after I said something about her heat. "We need to get her spayed." Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes.....
I was happy dancing in the vet's office. Seriously.
We made the appointment for next Monday. And he told me to get her on the interferon for this week. He also said that some females in heat go crazy (little head voice "you mean she isn't part monkey?") and that once spayed and out of heat, she'll get much better much more quickly.
Now, I'm just worried that her nasal passages won't be open *enough* for the surgery......
But isn't worrying my job?
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