#rat cat

[tinyrosemarysparrows]

It’s time. The hag’s ass wound has closed up. Finally, for the first time in her life, she can be bathed.

[peapod20001]

What the Hell is this

[possumwithatelescope]

Me

[tinyrosemarysparrows]

My girlfriend spent the night for the first time since I brought Jezebel home (the awful, horrible crone of a cat who has never lived inside before and will shock everyone if she makes it another year) and the entire night was spent with my hag jumping onto the bed, walking over to my girlfriend’s face, and screaming. This happened at least three times. No, no one got to sleep much.

She is horrible and awful and I have to cut mats out of her hair and brush her all of the time because she will not groom herself. And she tries to eat my food all of the time. And she screams at the door to be let out so she can be homeless again while I tell her that I am not going to let her be homeless again. We go to the vet at least once every two weeks because she has a giant gaping flesh wound on her ass. My life has been full of chaos since I adopted her.

But honestly? Every single day is her best day ever and she spent fifteen or sixteen years waiting for a family to bring her in and give her pets and kisses. And she goes out of her way to cuddle with me and follow me around. She’s old and senile, but sometimes I look at her and get very emotional because she lived long enough that I could finally bring her home. I wanted to bring her home years ago and she held out long enough for it and I am so incredibly happy that she is. I love her so much and I know I probably won’t get much time out of her and it will destroy me emotionally when she finally goes, but both of our lives are better having been spent together.

[tinyrosemarysparrows]

So Oma and Edda have never gotten along super well. They tolerate each other  and can exist in the same space peacefully as long as they keep to themselves. However, I’ve never really had an incident with them. 

At four in the morning today, I was woken up by the sounds of cat growling, hissing, and yowling. Like, the sort of sounds you hear cats fighting to the death make. It was so loud that it woke me up through my ear plugs. So, as I’m waking up, my first thought is something like, “Demon in my apartment?” Before I remember that I have two cats who don’t necessarily like each other. 

So I stumble in the dark into the living room where the sounds are the loudest, thinking the worst and that I’m going to have to take them to the vet when it opens and possibly figure out what to do with Oma if she’s attacked Edda. And I flip the light on to see Edda sitting in the middle of the room looking up at me and Oma at the glass doors. Both of them stop yelling as soon as I come in and I walk over to the balcony doors. 

They were screaming bloody murder because one of the feral cats had been on the balcony. Both of them were screaming like they were dying because some random ass cat had been outside the door. The sheer amount of disappointment and frustration was astounding. 

Long story short, I thought my cats were fighting to the death, but really they’re stupid and dumb. 

[tinyrosemarysparrows]

My nasty rat walks out of the room and then starts crying because she doesn’t know where I am even though she is the one who walked away and I’ve been on the living room couch this entire time but she doesn’t know that because she’s old as shit.

[tinyrosemarysparrows]

Day Three of being an indoor cat. I think she likes it.

[tinyrosemarysparrows]

Oma is still mad at me because I took her to the vet today for her ten day check up so she’s not talking to me, but she gets lonely so she’s just silently laying on my foot.

So far, everything is healing nicely! Most of her dead skin has fallen off and it’s showing no sign of getting worse. We got back in four days for another antibiotic shot. The vet that I saw today wasn’t our usual one, so I’m not sure if this will hold true, but he did say that he thinks that, once it’s halfway healed, she might get it sewn up to speed up the healing process. We will see. She is very, very old. She’s also gained a half pound!

I’m hoping in a couple of weeks we can get this hag up to a whopping five pounds.