 Purred: Mon Sep 7, '09 9:13pm PST |
 | |  | | So over the past two weeks, mom has been keeping a very close eye on me and she has noticed some differences between now and before the surgery.
First, I tremble every so often like I'm cold, but I'm not cold. My doctor says that it is because my cerebellum was damaged and that I could have tremor for the rest of my life. It doesn't seem to bother me, it just looks strange.
Second, I no longer get along with my kitty brothers. I won't even let them sniff me before I hiss and growl at them like I don't even know who they are. Mom thinks I've forgotten that I'm a cat instead of a person, cause my tail goes right up in the air and I start purring as soon as I hear my mom's voice. This makes mom sad because I used to be so close to Oliver and she thinks he must miss having me as a playmate. We were practically raised together since we're only a month apart in age. Now I want nothing to do with him or Cosmo, and mom wonders why. We used to cuddle all the time!
Third, sometimes mom thinks I forget where I am, cause I cry out for her and I seem lost. Once she talks to me, I stop crying, but for a minute there I seem to lose my way. Maybe my sight comes and goes, or maybe I really do lose cognition for a moment and it takes a little while to regain it. I always find the litterbox and food/water, but sometimes when I'm in the windowsill or in the bathtub, I get confused and meow until my mom talks to me and calms me down. Then I'm all purrs and snuggles. It's the strangest thing.
Mom is kind of worried that this is a regression and that I might get worse. She hopes that I won't turn into a mean cat who can't get along with others. She hopes I don't start hissing at her or that get so disoriented that I stop using the box. Hopefully this will pass.
Momma works at a vet hospital, so she's in constant contact with my doctors, and they don't seem concerned as long as I'm using my box and finding food and water on my own. They say I'm still adjusting and my brother DID just go in to the doctor for his rabies shot. Maybe I just smell hospital on him...lord knows I have a good reason to be afraid of hospital smells! Maybe that's what's throwing me off? Mom's gonna give it a couple days. |  |  | |  |
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poor D he's the biggest but also the biggest softly he wants to be close to us all but he's too big and we all just hiss at him. I only do that when he sniffs my tail but the girls are typical torties and they definitely have an attitude problem when D is around. It's silly really they will go up to him touch noses and sniff each other then the girls will hiss. It's like a standard greeting for them.I don't know maybe it's is in the tortie blood.
