This blogging every day business is quite demanding. I know I have done it in the past, but maybe my life is just less interesting these days. Fortunately I still have MasterB, whose good looks and charm always entertain me, and hopefully he entertains you too.
For those of you across the pond wanting a calendar of the Ginger Ninja I have checked out the postage and packing and it comes to £5, so a total of £13, though if you want more than one calendar the postage will be less. The earlier you order the better as Christams posting deadlines loom. It’s easy to pay me via PayPal but please make sure you make the payment in pounds sterling rather than US dollars.
The Ninja Boy himself has finally gone outside. We were both in the garden earlier, but so was Cookie. She stalked and went to leap on him when he was having a private moment. I shooed her away, but she was soon back. She is a very sweet cat, but oh so dominant. Cat would have banished her by now, but I think MasterB’s mother must have told him that fighting seldom solves anything and that he must never ever hit girls. So this little tabby thing, who is half his weight, has the upper paw, causing the ginger one to flinch, scurry and opt to come back indoors.
We were back at the vet’s on Saturday morning. I had earmarked the time to go and investigate smart but waterproof shoes and boots. From my online browsing, I was expecting to have to pay something in the region of £120 for what I wanted. The vet bill came to £115, so although I didn’t get the shoes/boots, my calculations of expenditure were about right.
The results of the tests on the pee sample I collected showed lots of crystals in his urine. I had already placed an order for a special diet, but then on Saturday after breakfast, although he was playful, he was climbing in and out of his tray, squatting, producing nothing, getting out, climbing back in again for a repeat performance.
I called the vet. She guided me through how to examine him to see if he was blocked. My efforts returned a negative – a negative later confirmed when she in turn examined him – but he was so obviously in discomfort that I was advised to bring him in.
Now you may remember that MasterB is beloved by the vet. His photo adorns her van; he is the poster boy online and in the surgery. Although they were very busy, the three vets had made time to discuss how to proceed in his treatment.
Basically it boiled own to hitting the problem with drugs and the change of diet. I have learned that while he is very compliant with pills, he really does not like having medication squirted into the side of his mouth from a syringe.
The new food is a success. Or almost. It doesn’t seem as satisfying as his previous food, so sticking to the recommended quantities and his diet is harder. He is now a dab paw at the purple catcher dish, designed to slow down his biscuit consumption, so I can’t count on that to make the food last until bedtime.
The most important thing is that he is well. he has come up with a new game where he hides under the balnket draped over the chair and waits for me to throw things onto it. This induces much happy activity, and I can follow up with the feather tickling stick which never fails to thrill him.
When I think about how much joy he brings me, £115 isn’t really that much.