Today my baby Rosie and I were gazing out the window at a fox, on the shed roof, eating bread. It had a bushy tail which pleased me! Anyway, after about 10 minutes or so, little Rosie starts heaving and I know some sick is going to make a visit, so I rush into the kitchen to fetch a towel, but am too late. A little furball has glooped its way up and is sitting in amongst brown cat food juice on the chair. But before I could clean that up, baby Rosie tries to jump off the chair, is all dizzy, and wobbles and falls off! Hitting the vase of tulips on the way down and into, fortunately, my arms. Caught my little one! Scooped her up and popped her down and she seemed a bit fragile. I kept an eye on her and almost immediately she was back to normal, and pretty soon after she was eating and wandering around as usual... THANK GOODNESS!!!!
But, sweet kittens, in them 10 seconds or so my panic levels had risen sky high! Shaking, scared, worried. ACK.
I ended up doing a silly thing and googling what had happened, even after she had returned to her usual unsual self. That sent me into another panic. Talk of seizures, fits, arrrgghhhhhhhhhhhaksklnkewnwen. But logic prevailed and I realised what had happened was she had become light headed after putting her all into vomiting. Sigh.
I just love that kitty a crazy amount - my little pudding. Words simply cannot explain how much I care about her. She is my world! A very small, black and white, pink nosed, long whiskered world. Am still being a paranoid mummy and keeping an eye on her, just because... but she seems all good and is eating, sleeping, wandering around and wanting a good fuss.
Saying that - last night she kept me up something ridiculous! It's that crazy Siamese blood - she cried ALL night. Then she yelled at me from 5 am to give her some munch!!!! I despair. I have tried
Tonight - EARPLUGS.