CATS ON TUESDAY

CATS ON TUESDAY

The very last day at the Garda Lake, coming back from the beach I thought I had hallucinations. Coming out under a quite big gate leading to a well protected private villa, Arthur crossed my way !

When he saw me he immediately came to say hello and turned around my legs, purred and was so really friendly !



I stayed and played a while with him, he was still a young cat about 6 months old but really Arthur's double !

Our Arthur while we were on holidays had choosen a new napping place, which he hasn't used for almost a year. As I didn't know that, I nearly stepped on him because he lays now under my desk and waits until the heat is gone before he visits the neighborhood.



The next day after our return I found Rosie a little strange but thought it was because it was so unusually hot. But then I noticed that she had difficulties to swallow as if she had something in her throat. The next day she tried to eat, but had to spit out the food, even the wet one. It didn't go through. In the evening I ran with her to the vet.

Rosie had a sore throat ! an Angina. I didn't even know that cats could get sore throats !



The vet gave her a shot with a painkiller. I told her that by watching her, I was now able to give shots and had done it into the belly of Mr. Gattino after his operation. She found that very good and suggested that I could give the shots myself, Rosie still needed 4, one each day and this way I didn't have to come back unless there was something special.




Armed with this shot I pulled up Rosie's fur and sticked the needle in. For some strange reason Mr. Gattino had something else to do and couldn't take a picture of me as vet. Rosie didn't even realize and only wondered about this strange thing.



Today she feels good again and I have to give her the last shot this evening, but she eats normally and apparently her throat doesn't hurt anymore either.





To comfort her I bought her two fresh mousies, the once she adores to carry around and let them drop into the food or water.

Pookie sleeps 24 h, ol'Lisa sings the whole day and want to eat and Kim I have only seen twice since we are back. She must sleep somewhere in a shady place.