An unexpected weekend trip

Early on Sat. morning, I found myself in a kitty carrier, riding in MomKatt's MINI.  It was a grey, misty, rainy & cold morning, but she knew something was wrong and had called the office first thing when they opened at 8 AM.  When they said they could work me in, I was put into the carrier quicker than boiled asparagus!

She had came into my room that morning to wake me up & scoop the litter box and I didn't run over to her like I normally do, nor was I waiting behind the office door.  I was just sitting on the floor, between the purple chair and the litterbox, in bread-loaf position. I didn't meow, I didn't go to her like I usually do and MomKatt saw immediately that I wasn't feeling good.

Plus, for the last 3-4 days, I'd suddenly have "coughing" fits.  I'd lower my chin parallel to the ground and ... wheeze, or sound as if I had a hairball that I was trying to cough up.  These would continue for about 1-2 minutes, then I'd stop.  Whenever this happened, no hairball appeared, so MomKatt had ruled that out, but I didn't seem bothered in any other way.  She'd decided that, if these wheezing things were still happening by today, she was going to call the vet but, Sat. morning, she knew, from my listlessness (SO not like me!) that it was time to head to the vet then and not to wait.

Of course, everyone wants to get into my vet on Saturdays, so all there was to do was to drop me off and wait 'til 11:30 when they'd call her after "working me in".  MomKatt haunted a nearby Starbucks and read from about 8:30 until 11:10 when she finally packed it up & drove back to the vet.  They called her when she was within sight of the building and soon we were reunited.  I was still quiet, but I was a good girl and didn't make any fuss at all.

Dr. Brigham said that, from what he could see & hear, I'd had some kind of asthma-type incident, but that he'd given me two shots of some pretty sooped-up medicine.  (I didn't like the shots but he said I was a "trooper" while I was getting them.  I also found out I'm a svelte 11 pounds, thank you!).  He told MomKatt that, if I wasn't better by Mon., to call him & he'd get me back to get some chest X-rays.  However, he said, he felt confident that the shots would do the trick.

MomKatt was VERY worried and upset.  She's never seen me sick before - plus all the stress lately with Boudicca being such a butthead towards me, she thought the stress of that was taking its toll, too.  She only knew that something "wasn't right" with me - and she acted on that assumption. 


I'm happy to report I'm MUCH better today - and I've not coughed ONCE since Sat.! (I obliged Dr. Brigham in the office by actually HAVING a coughing session while I was there, so he could see first-hand ... um ... paw ... how I sounded & what was happening with me.  MomKatt said she was very proud of me that I was such a cooperative patient, and demonstrated my symptoms so willingly to the nice man.  I love Dr. Brigham!)

So this proves that it's true:  YOU know your cat the best of ANYONE.  YOU know when we aren't "ourselves" and you should ALWAYS act on that instinct.  Better to be told "It's nothing" than to think, "It's nothing" and be wrong.

For being such a good kitty, I was watched over VERY closely these last two days.  I supervised MomKatt while she cleaned house Sat. afternoon, curled up on the sofa the whole time while she worked, then I got lots of lap time that night and nearly all afternoon/evening yesterday while she & DadKatt did their usual Sunday movie-watching.  She's still keeping a close eye on me, but she's very relieved (and so is DadKatt) that I'm no longer wheezing/coughing.

And so am I!!  Being sick is NO fun.

PURRS!
A much-better, and well-looked-after, Selina

PS - While I was in the exam room after we first got there, I heard a dog barking!