Good ol' Scoob!

I've decided to write about good things. There are still good things, even on the heartache days. You'd be suprised! I want to focus on these. I'll still post updates, but I'll share some of the nice moments, too.

Scooter had another long-term anti-B injection on Friday. So far, so good.
There are risks, I know. But the infection around his nose/sinus/blocked tear duct did well when he had one last time. The oral anti biotics aren't doing much to it. It doesn't help that I can't get them down him regularly, that is, daily and at the same time.

The bacterial infection might be helping to lower the blood sugar. Or it might just be that it makes eating harder. Either way, he'd be feeling better if we could reduce it.

He was so lovely with the v-t. It was Nick, the v-t we prefer, who came out to the house. Scoob was in his cave. But when Nick spoke to him he moved to the front of it to see him. What I like about this v-t is that he'll talk to Scooter, not just to us. He has cats of his own.

Anyway, after the jab, and after a short sulk in which if looks could kill I doubt I'd still be here, he had a nice long, deep sleep.

I've learnt to spot Good Sleeps and Bad Sleeps. Good Sleeps are if he is curled up at all, and especially if he is 'on his brains'. Bad Sleeps are if he is sprawled, nose down. This was a Good Sleep. He ate well when he woke, and had a good night....

Yesterday he caught one of those cheeky woodmice that have been popping out from under the decking!!  
I found the mouse's head under his bench. I showed it to him, and asked, "Where's the rest of this mouse?" Immediately, he knocked it out of my hand and leapt off the bench and started to play a sort of football with the head, but using his nose.

Then he ate it.

Bleagh......!

He curled up on his bench again. I went indoors to wash my hands, then went back out to sit with him. As I was talking to him, he pawed my hands, bringing them close to his nose- he was inspecting them for more mousie treats!

He has had a wobble in his right back leg again, but otherwise, he is eating, purring, rubbing my hands with his chin..... the drop in temperature means that he has had his hot water bottle again, and tonight he is lying with his bottom on it.

I continue to tell him about his friends around the world, all sending  purrs and strokes, scritches and scrunches, purrrayers and prayers. He purrs........

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Thank you all again for your kind comments, messages and emails. I am very grateful that you use your time to send such support and help. I'm very touched and can't thank you enough, nor stress enough what a great difference it makes........thankyou!

Love, tea & cake,  
Helena

Well now he's just showing off!

Scooter caught another mouse!!!!!
Here he is on the windowsill, feeling very pleased with himself-

"Ahhhhh nothing like a nice stretch in the sun with Bear...."

Love, tea & cake,  
Helena

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