Well. If you follow me on twitter you’ll have seen that we’ve had an awful couple of weeks. I don’t really feel like talking much in depth about what happened, but in brief our little Yoni cat suffered a massive trauma, during treatment of which they found he had a rare blood type, an aggressive infection leading to amputation of his back leg, anaemia, icterus, and – scariest of all – hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, a genetic non-curable heart disease which has caused a thrombus (blood clot) near his heart. The good news is he’s recovering very well from everything that’s been thrown at his little body, amazing the vets who gave him a very poor prognosis when he first arrived. He’s now adapting to life as a three-legged tripod kitty and we hope to have him home by the end of the week. The bad news is his life expectancy now hangs at between one month and seven years due to the heart disease. So on one hand, yes, it’s great that he’s pulled through from the trauma, but also this is just the start of a very painful period of uncertainty.
It feels like I’ve cried out every tear I had in me, but I do at least take comfort in knowing that this little cat has had the best life we could have given him, and will continue to for as long as he’s got left in him. He certainly couldn’t have been more loved, and I’m very sure he knows just how special he is to us. He’s my best bud and it’s been so lonely not having him around for two weeks. Of course our other kitty Lila is lovely and very special to me too, but they are worlds apart in terms of personality. Lila is so laid back, content and happy – she’ll gladly take a quick cuddle then pad off to lie in the hallway for a nap. Yoni is more demanding: always up in our faces, wanting hugs, wanting food, wanting to see what we’re up to and trying to nose in. So I’ve felt the loss more acutely because everything – from eating breakfast unhindered by meowy demands to share, working at home without my cute furry colleague, to going to bed without his comforting warm weight at my feet – reminds me of him.
I was basically a wreck last week, when we weren’t even sure if he’d make it home at all. I couldn’t really work as my mind was so fractious. I could barely remember to eat or drink, and only got dressed so we could go and visit him every day. It’s really hard to keep distracted and will the days along when you feel too sad to do anything that you used to find fun. I found the few things that gave me any calm were keeping busy with making and doing at home. Pottering in the garden, tending to our little veg patch and taking quiet enjoyment in seeing the plants and flowers unfold into spring. Every day there’s little jobs to do and progress to see out there, and the recent rain followed by warmth has made our veggies bloom.
I turned into a sewing fiend. I blasted through the stash of vintage fabric I bought at The Shop the previous week and made two tops, some culottes and a dress in a matter of days – with varying degrees of success. I find time flies when you’re at the sewing machine and that’s exactly what I needed to pass the hours between our visits and phone calls with the vet. I’ll share my makes and a bit more about The Shop soon.
I’m also having a think about if there’s way way I can help other cats and owners who find themselves in this awful situation. It seems like there’s a lack of information about lots of things relating to kitty health – especially blood transfusions – that my internet skillz might be able to help spread. I’ll also be reopening my Etsy shop shortly with some proceeds going to cat charity (and some towards our vet bills – ouch).
Happy Christmas eve-eve! Josh took these super cute photos of the cats in front of the sparkly Christmas tree last night. Unfortunately they aren’t happy chaps at this time of year: the cold and rain means they stay inside more which makes them fractious and fighty. I always miss them when we go home for Christmas, though they are spoiled with visitors and presents so I know they’ll be fine.
I hope you all have a very merry Christmas!
It’s both of the cats’ birthdays at this time of year – Yoni is 4 and Lila is one. What better way – or excuse – to celebrate than to share a montage of adorable photos.
Yoni is still the handsomest cat I know, and as he’s got older he’s mellowed into such a sweetie. All he wants is laptime and cuddles, especially now it’s cold out. He jumps up for a snuggle as soon as I get in from work, and sleeps on the bed next to me when I work from home.
Lila is very much settled in now. She’s still feisty with other cats and has sparred with every one in the neighbourhood (her current nemesis is a little black and white kitty who even dared to come into the cat flap once – that didn’t go well for anyone). She loves all people though and purrs like crazy if you stroke her. Her favourite things are the bathtub, naps by the radiator, and her fluffy toy which she drags around the house in her mouth.
Happy birthdays kitties, love you both loads xx
You’ll be pleased to hear I’m done with Copenhagen posts now! Have some cat pictures for a change of pace. Your eyes do not deceive you: Yoni and Lila are nearly civil now. I don’t think they’ll ever be BFFs but at least they can coexist in the house together. I am very happy about this.