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I have a sick kitty.
I noticed that she wasn't coming out when it was time for dinner, preferring to be reclusive (which really isn't all that unusual if you know her). But then I noticed that I hadn't seen her eat in 2 1/2 days. This wasn't good.
Drusilla is the kind of cat who will never be a lapcat, much less be inclined to be buddy-buddy with you, and in fact, an attempt to pick her up usually results in you needing rubbing alcohol to disinfect the wounds. Today, when I picked her up to look at her and examine her, I received no protest. Just frantic purring and a resigned "I really feel unwell" look in her eyes. That was when I knew she was sick.
We went to the doctor and she says it may have something to do with a skin allergy she developed in the past two years or thyroid disease (oh please oh please don't let be that), but we won't know about the latter until Monday, but until then it's a regimen of two different antibiotics and some skin stuff.
I love my antisocial kitty. I don't want anything bad to happen to her. |
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