Pookie's morning concerts became whole day concerts and it was just terrible. She sang like a group of false singing Opera singers. I just couldn't stand it anymore and finally went to the Vet. She checked her from top to bottom couldn't find anything besides the last three teeth, which eventually could become a thread for infection. We fixed an appointment for the next week to pull them out.
Meanwhile the vet gave me a homeopathic remedy which felt like chewing gum. She said that Pookie probably suffered from anxiety which often happens with old cats (Pookie approaches her 17 birthday) and should help her. I have to admit that I didn't believe it would help at least not in a short time like all the homeopathic medications.
She should take two per day to start with.
Very much to my surprise not only she ate it in her food with gusto, but her meowing became already better after two days. And now she is again like a normal cat and had stopped her daily non stop concerts ! Am I relieved ! I was close to a nervous breakdown !
Sir Arthur didn't behave like a Sir at all, but it was not really his fault. I was away the whole afternoon and my cleaning lady had closed the door which leads to the garage were the litter boxes are. Arthur has a good taste, he choose my new bathroom mat as his private WC and I only noticed it when I stepped barefoot on the mat ! The mat was soaked ! I washed it out, hang it on the heating and a happy Arthur slept on it !
Rosie enjoys the sunshine and is mostly outside in the garden where she eats her "salad" to barf it later on the best rug !
I have to say they keep me busy !