Penni, I called our vet. We have call-'em priveledges, because 1) we live in a small town, and 2) I had Vern add up our monies spent a few years back on the first bunch (two) and it was 1600.00 over a few years, and that was probly six years ago. (I think I was pissed at them at the moment. MJ has NO appreciation for these facts, tho ~ I wouldn't bring it up.)
Vern sayeth, Kitties lose their voice. If they lose their appetite, they're sick. (There ya have it ~ everything)
We have a kitty, Dozer, who came without a voice. (And arrived three years old, which means, thank goodness, he comes with a shorter lease.) He gets under the stove and heats himself to about 140 all day long, because there's also a heater vent right under there. It's also kind of like burning incense, because when you get him out of there, he's effusing. Odors.
He is SO black, that you can't see his face. You can't tell which part of his face is which, unless he opens his eyes. It's like a black box, there is no light bouncing off to emit any detail. Another thing you can see is the tip of his claws. Barely. And then when he sits at the back glass door, his tongue will pop out, and it's big and flat and pink, like a plumeria petal against lava. Shloooop. I like to watch that, it's fun, so I think I've actually taught him to do it on demand by doing it myself. I make the noise a couple of times while MJ's holding him and he'll do it. It's great. Shlooop ~ it's big enough to make an apron. Comes down like a blind, flat against his face like a bib, pauses at the bottom, and then he has to pull it back up. Then he swallows a couple times, like he's reeling it back into position. Then I try to make him do it again, of course. |
