I’m not a typical pet owner. I tend to think of them as animals my kids really wanted and um, kind of annoying at times. Especially in the morning when they want food and trip me… or I’m stumbling in a dark house barefoot and one has been sick. YUCK.
But, I do love the way they tend to come around when they know you feel bad or maybe they do and they need a hug. Truth is, I say I’m not a typical pet owner…yet, I love my cats. I do.
It never becomes more apparent to me than when they’re ill.
Saber has been ill to the point it has been scaring us. My son is 13 years old, 6’2″and the first thing he did when he got home today was search out Saber–who was still at the vet’s . This one is a solid member of this family and my son was five when we found him.
So, we had a blood panel done and didn’t find the problem, but he has been running a high fever, had a few other issues. So, the vet did an antibiotic injection, a steroid injection and we’re on the watch for 24hrs. Upon returning home, Saber ate a little and drank a little. That’s more than he’s done for a couple of days.
So, what is this post about other than boring all the non-cat lovers who read this? Watching my pets the last few days has been something of a revelation for me. In the beginning, we had this.
Saber had been with us seven years at this point and the introduction of this energetic and overly-loving ball of fluff wasn’t a good thing in his opinion. Poe has adored Saber from the second he laid eyes on him. He attacks him constantly, tries to cuddle and after some time, Saber gave in. He kind of lays back and lets the little one groom him sometimes, but the best thing is Poe makes him play. They run and jump and chase and then when Saber has had enough, he bitch-slaps Poe until he goes away. Seriously. It’s pretty funny.
So the last few days, Poe has hovered around Saber like crazy. Today, Saber was at the vet’s all day. We brought him home and this is what I see.
Saber feels so bad, he isn’t grooming himself. Poe takes care of that.
Then… he just lays back and offers a paw for comfort.
I’m such a baby. This made me tear up big time. That little cat annoys us to death. He gets into everything, runs into walls sometimes, climbs everything… and he gets stuck in things. He’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer–and yeah, a writer using a cliché–but my husband even calls him BB because he says that’s the size of this cat’s brain.
But this little, crazy cat sure does have a lot of love and he offers it unconditionally. 🙂