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...

Sunday, 13 May 2012

SCOOTER seems back to his old self!

BEANIE!!! DON'T READ THIS!!

I thought Scooter must be feeling better as he managed to climb the stairs and get into our bed for a sleep on Friday. His back legs have been wobbly on and off so I was thinking he wouldn't be able to go upstairs anymore. But, up he went, and meowed when he got there, cos he couldn't lift the duvet, so I went up and lifted it for him so that he could get in an make a cave.... 


The last few nights he's been on guard at the kitchen door. Some time ago, maybe nearly 2 years, when his sister was still here, one of them brought in a mouse, dropped it, and the pair then stalked it for weeks. Its last foray came from under the fridge. Now, cat logic seems to dictate that if you're going to get a mouse, it'll come out of where you last saw it. So Scooter sits at the kitchen door staring under the fridge. 

At least we THOUGHT this was all it was. 
I've still been sleeping down on the sofa to be near him at night. I came downstairs with my pillow and cover the other night and... there was Scooter, in hunt position, and.... there was a mouse sitting in the middle of the kitchen. OOoops. I tiptoed backwards upstairs and whispered to K, "There's a MOUSE in the kitchen!!!" and I decided to stay up there still we heard a pounce. About 10 minutes later there was a really LOUD pounce. I do't know what happened, maybe he skidded into the fridge! But I came down to find annoyed cat and no mouse......
 
LAST night though, he caught it. I was dozing on the sofa. 5am-ish I heard the pounce. Then he walks in, chortling, mouse in mouth, chortle chortle.... I could tell it was already an EX mouse so I thought, hell, let him keep it he's hunted it long enough. I don't usually let him eat them. In fact I didn't know he COULD with only about 3 teeth. After a bit more chortling he walked into his box with it and I sighed and went back to dozing. I heard some yucky noises. Come morning, all I found was a mousie foot.......... 

Scooter was all proud and confident, tail up, talking, once he saw I'd found the foot. It was as though he'd saved it for me as proof.

The rest of Saturday he enjoyed asleep in his box with a paw on his catnip mouse, maybe dreaming of the hunt. By 1pm he realised the sun had appeared and slept outside on a blankie. I moved his tent into the shade as he was getting too hot. He slept on his brains, totally oblivious to very noisy baby starlings all round the garden.......

NOW tonight, he is on watch again. But do we *have* mousies? Or was that one just one that had been carried in and dropped? To find out, I put a piece of biscuit in 3 corners of the kitchen..... they've all gone. Oh dear. I think we have mousies. And not nice little woodmousies, either, you know those little brown ones. This was a grey, which means house mousies, and they are smelly. Bleagh. Good job we apparently have a mouser. Can't let him eat them though! He needs worming now! The poo patch is going to be interesting for a few days........

ANYWAY it must mean that he is feeling more himself, and over the seizures for now!!!!!
 


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Love, tea & cake,  
Helena

4 comments:

Angel and Kirby said...

We are glad Scooter is feeling like his old self!

BumbleVee said...

uh.... that's a good thing....I guess......... hahahahha..... but, maybe you also need a trap.... oh, dear.....

Found art blog said...

Well, I think it must be a Mutant Ninja Teenage Alien mouse and not a real one like me. Y'know, one of them transformer thingies. But I'm glad Scootie's feeling better and chortling!!

Blue said...

I read and giggled re this on FB.
Well done Scooter!
Delighted he is feeling sooo good, long may it remain so.
Gentle strokes to him.
XXX