Juggling life through a bi-polar lens. Sometimes up, sometimes down. Mostly trying to tread water in the middle. Creating a likeness to a normal life. Whatever "normal" is...

Saturday, 15 October 2011

Scooter the brave

I finally cleared up the conservatory, turned out two black bags of rubbish, re-filed stuff, discovered a duvet and pillow to wash and found a desk underneath it all. Hurray! A desk in the brightest room! A place to read, sip tea, crochet, create, in daylight............ er no, cos then Scooter found it. One folded quilt later and....


I took this one a few minutes later. He is enjoying the sun on his face. Look closely; I'm sure that's a wee smile there:

Like I said last time, there are times when he makes my heart go ahhhhhh......

This evening, on my return from taking Mum out for a few hours, he seemed odd. Not quite right. Mum was making a fuss of him, still there on the table, and I don't know what it was, but he didn't seem quite right.

Next Luvbug was helping get the washing in from the garden. I was looking at Scooter and thought he was falling off the table, so I ran indoors.

Scooter wouldn't be helped or hugged, instead he jumped down to the floor and, walking on his haunches, proceeded to sniff out a trail on a floor. He worked like a bloodhound, not lifting his head, just constantly sniffing as he went along, through and out of that room, then into and all round the next, obstacles either being ignored, whereupon he just marched on the spot, or climbed over under or through. He went through the living room, all round the edges while we moved stuff out of his way, then around the kitchen, to the back door, then back, round in circles.....

At first we sort of laughed, nervously, hoping that what had happened is that the catarrh had suddenly gone and now he was enjoying sniffing smells for the first time in ages! But I wasn't so sure. It was like he was having a manic episode.

At one point he circled my legs and did a tiny 'mow' as though to ask for help, so I lifted him up (I'd tried before but he'd wrestled me away) and held him for quite a while, whilst Mum and Luvbug talked quietly to him. He settled, relaxed, half closed his eyes after a while.. finally he was calm. Mum and I sat with him and stroked him and encouraged him to just rest. Then he was off, jumping down and over to one of his best stretching out spots. His eyes were meeting mine at last, so I felt he was back to normal.

When Scoot had a seizure a few months ago, they said it was really important to get him to eat, as seizures make the blood sugar drop. So I put a sachet of his favourite mushy smelly goodness in front of him and he ate nearly all of it.

He's now back to the quilt on top of the desk, stretched out. I keep checking on him.

Any cat people out there with any advice?

I think this was a funny turn, aka, a seizure. I wonder if this is it now, seizures on a downward slope. Maybe it isn't cataarh, maybe it's a tumour. The vet did hint at checking for this if the meds didn't work, trouble is, it owuld mean knocking Scooter out, and at 18 1/2 yrs old, that isn't advisable.


I've a had cry in the loo. And I'm sipping a brandy.

My poor cub.


7 comments:

Di said...

Oh Helena - my heart is breaking for you and I'm in tears here. Whatever happens, Scooter has the best family EVER!!! Fingers crossed that it's another 'blip'......and you so deserve the large brandy.....in fact, send me one too please!!! Love and hugs, Di xxxxx

Angel, Kirby and Mac said...

That is very strange behavior! WE are sending hugs to you and Scooter and hope he keeps eating. Mac has not eaten in a couple of days. I did get him to drink water and tuna juice, but nothing solid. He sniffs it and walks away! We know the end is near, but he is still joining us and wants to be with us.

MorningAJ said...

Not sure what to advise. 18 and a half is rather old and everyone has a few off days as they get older. Hope all goes well from now on.

Found art blog said...

Oh gosh. I don't know what the answer is either. :o( Big hugs.

Dragonstar said...

Oh Helena, you're having such a hard time right now!
It sounds to me as if Scooter slept unusually heavily in that comfy spot, and didn't know where he was when he woke up. He didn't know who you were either. He just had to walk around everywhere until he realised he was in his own place with his own people. Cat's do that sort of thing when they're recovering from anaesthetic, which is why I think he may have been deeply asleep. It could just be his age :(

Julie said...

Very worrying for you Helena. I do hope Scooter has had a more comfortable time since Saturday. xxx

Roz said...

Hiya Helena...
SOrry, I've only just read this... my dad has cancer and I don't always feel like coming online, hence why my blog isn't very active this year x

Anyway... big hugs to you and Scooter. My old cat, Boots, died when she was 16... she kept going all wobbly, like she was drunk. I don't know if this is the same as what's happening with Scooter. It progressed to her going all stiff, and she would fling herself around the room... it was horrible to watch. After one massive episode we decided to have her put to sleep because she was still happy to go outside, but I didn't want her to get run over having one of these "fits", and it wasn't fair to keep her inside, she loved being outside...

Big hugs Helena x