Welcome to my Friday’s Rants from the Soap Box in my Living Room. A small space in the week where I can have a chunter about things that have made me twitch with annoyance or made me question if the world has gone mad or not….
I also linked up with MummyBarrow for her Ranty Friday. You can find her blog and link up if you’d like to join in. A good rant can be therapeutic. Click on the link at the end to join in!
This is Layla, our 8 year old, half Persian cat. We were given her, when she was still very tiny, as the runt of an unplanned litter (her mother was not meant to fraternise with the local feral tomcat, Layla and her two siblings were the result) and she is my first “baby”. That sounds silly, but when we got her, she was very frail, and vulnerable. She was taken away from her mother before she was really properly weaned (we didn’t know this at the time) and I fed her milk, for two weeks, until she was able to eat proper cat food, and cope. She also carries the Corona-virus which leads to Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FiP) virus and nearly died of FiP when she was almost a year old. Our vet calls her his 1 in 100 cat, because only 1% of cats with FiP survive and then don’t often live long. She was sent home, with us, basically to die, but surprised us all, and although she may carry a potentially life threatening virus (her titres are very low, she is in remission, has been since she recovered from the initial illness) she is as tough as old boots. When we take her to the vets for her annual check up, he always brings the student or new vets in to meet her, much to her disgust (she does not like people, the vet is her worst enemy) to teach them about FiP and what happens to cats who get it. She is our little furry miracle. Her blood samples have been sent to the USA, Sweden and France, as part of research into Corona-virus in cats and FiP and she is part of an ongoing medical trial and programme to find a cure.
She is grumpy, she doesn’t like many people, other than me, my friend Nina, and oddly enough, Small Boy’s best mate Max, who is, despite her loathing of all small humans, is allowed to pick her up and stroke her.
She talks to me, she gives me kisses, and she loves human food, Thai Green curry and rice being her most favourite thing. She won’t let anyone else handle her, and in the winter, she and LSH battle for ownership of the bed and snuggling rights. She even has a small following on Twitter.
Last week, she disappeared, for nearly 48 hours. I normally don’t worry, when she is gone for a night, or a whole day. She usually wanders home, looking displeased at her whereabouts being questioned, but when she was gone for 48hours, I was worried. She does have an underlying health condition, and is also fairly brave and will cross busy roads and venture into other gardens, and has no fear of large dogs and other cats. I didn’t know if she was unwell somewhere, or hurt, and unable to get home. I posted a brief comment on Facebook, about being worried about her, and was told, very sternly by two people in the space of 5 minutes posting, that she “was just a cat” and I was “being stupid” to worry about an animal, and there were so many dreadful things happening in the world, and to people we know and love, did I realise how selfish and silly it was to post about my missing cat…? I was a bit stunned, and deleted the post. I am sure those who know me know, that I am very aware and concious of all the dreadful things and sad events in peoples lives, and that yes, Layla is just a cat, but that she is important in this little corner of the world, to us, and we were worried for her. I am quite glad certain friends did not see the post or the comments, I am fairly sure a few harsher words would have been shared, in Layla’s defence, because she is loved, even if she doesn’t love back very well.
So, my “first world” “selfish” rant this week, is yes, she is JUST a cat, but she is my cat, I adore her, she looks to us to look after her, and provide for her (even if she is quite rude and demanding about it) and we were very relieved that after LSH went out to look for her, she suddenly reappeared, looking hungry, a little bedraggled, and pleased to be home. She is MY friend, and we have been through a lot together, I would be very sad if something happened to her. So, to those of you who think she is “just a cat”, that’s fine, but she’s just MY cat, and the blog would not have it’s name without her, and that’s that!
*For those cat lovers more knowledgeable amongst us, we knew when we got Jasper, how to keep him separate from Layla, so they did not share cat litter (Corona-virus is passed through faecal matter cat to cat) and he is free of the Corona-virus, and we take precautions so that they don’s share the same toilet spot, and have trained Layla to go in one place, and Jasper to avoid it. It can be done, it was hard work, but worth it to keep him safe and healthy. We took advice from our vet, who is a renown feline specialist and was happy for us to take in another cat, with Layla doing so well and her titre levels being almost none existent*
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