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Bum (feline) et assorted alia
Apr. 1st, 2011 10:09 amPoor Lucius has an inflamed anal gland. The same happened last year to Cornelius, but he's got this extremely furry, albeit always meticulously clean, backside, and so I didn't see the swelling until the abscess broke. Just to be on the safe side, I called my vet in Vienna yesterday, described Lucius's bum, and he confirmed that the problem is, indeed, the anal gland. Nothing to worry about; I merely have to observe him and try to bathe the swollen bit with camomile infusion so it will ripen and burst more quickly. Knowing Lucius the drama queen, I also know that I'll probably get one chance at touching the thing with a camomile-drenched cotton pad, and that'll be it. Since he's behaving normally, though, doesn't have a fever, moves, eats and digests normally, I'll just let it run its course -- the vet would really be the last resort in case the infection spreads or he hurts himself.
I was being a good girl yesterday and went to the gym -- nothing saintly about that, really, because I totally felt like going and enjoyed it. Then I had to pay a visit to Lola, and afterwards didn't really feel like cooking, so it was a sandwich and some biscuits for dinner. Lunch had been healthy, though, with grilled veggies and steak and salad.
Lola: this cat is completely crazy. She loves chasing balls -- the ping-pong-sized, soft ones, preferably with little bells inside -- but they also spook her a bit. I wish I was a talented photographer (and I'd also need at least three hands) so I could make pictures of her chasing after the ball, then getting slightly frightened by it and jumping 50 cm into the air, landing with her tail bushy and her hackles up, and stalking off in search of the next ball.
And I love it when she hides under rugs, cushions and anything that lends itself to hiding under, because ambushing things is so much more fun than just running after them. She does overlook the important fact, though, that ambushing isn't overly effective if the cat in question is well hidden but purrs loudly. Crazy, crazy cat. With a voracious appetite, but since she spends most of her day running (toys in odd places and increasingly torn and battered indicate that she does) she doesn't put on weight.
After watching a bit of tennis yesterday (no Federr, grrrrr! But Sharapova played, and that was interesting, too) I succumbed once again to the lure of the completely stupid and pointless, and watched "Say yes to the dress" -- total horror, heavyweight brides-to-be squeezing themselves into meringue-like confections and tearfully stating that they'd never thought they could look *that* beautiful. When I realized that I'd survived that one without my brain leaking out of my ears, but that I was now watching "I didn't know I was pregnant", I took myself off to bed. No bad or strange dreams, which is good, because the meringues would've made for some pretty scary stuff.
I was being a good girl yesterday and went to the gym -- nothing saintly about that, really, because I totally felt like going and enjoyed it. Then I had to pay a visit to Lola, and afterwards didn't really feel like cooking, so it was a sandwich and some biscuits for dinner. Lunch had been healthy, though, with grilled veggies and steak and salad.
Lola: this cat is completely crazy. She loves chasing balls -- the ping-pong-sized, soft ones, preferably with little bells inside -- but they also spook her a bit. I wish I was a talented photographer (and I'd also need at least three hands) so I could make pictures of her chasing after the ball, then getting slightly frightened by it and jumping 50 cm into the air, landing with her tail bushy and her hackles up, and stalking off in search of the next ball.
And I love it when she hides under rugs, cushions and anything that lends itself to hiding under, because ambushing things is so much more fun than just running after them. She does overlook the important fact, though, that ambushing isn't overly effective if the cat in question is well hidden but purrs loudly. Crazy, crazy cat. With a voracious appetite, but since she spends most of her day running (toys in odd places and increasingly torn and battered indicate that she does) she doesn't put on weight.
After watching a bit of tennis yesterday (no Federr, grrrrr! But Sharapova played, and that was interesting, too) I succumbed once again to the lure of the completely stupid and pointless, and watched "Say yes to the dress" -- total horror, heavyweight brides-to-be squeezing themselves into meringue-like confections and tearfully stating that they'd never thought they could look *that* beautiful. When I realized that I'd survived that one without my brain leaking out of my ears, but that I was now watching "I didn't know I was pregnant", I took myself off to bed. No bad or strange dreams, which is good, because the meringues would've made for some pretty scary stuff.
