Just when all was starting to return to normal around here (and all of my seed catalogs were calling to me, reminding me I need to start my seeds), we got another snowstorm.
It was quite lovely. Of course, the town was in no way prepared for it. People were trying to drive home from work in it and there were abandoned cars everywhere on our road. Paul was out on the tractor clearing our neighborhood until pretty late, but thankfully neither of us had to be anywhere.
I love when it’s just snowed and all of the trees are heavy with it; it’s very Narniaesque!
Today it’s bright and sunny and in the upper 50′s, so everything is melting off and I am back to thinking we actually see spring soon.
It also means I can let our little Wembley outside to get some sun and fresh air.
Wembley, you see, has been living in my bathtub for the past week or so.
“I know there’s a cat there, but I am going to stare you down for more treats”.
Right before I got sick, we found her at evening feeding time laying in the hay with her head pinned back. Susan and I agreed that this looked exactly like a thiamine deficiency. But, not having any pure thiamine on hand, and out of an abundance of caution, a trip to the vet was in order.
Dr. Davis gave her an IV with thiamine and some glucose to keep her blood sugar up. She couldn’t find anything else wrong with her, so home we went, with instructions to keep her warm and keep her blood sugar levels up.
Into the tub she went, with some hay, food, and warm water mixed with molasses.
She’s been getting many, many shots of thiamine and plenty of attention. Her head is no longer pinned back to her side and her appetite is monstrous. She’s been in the tub awhile, though, and her limbs are a bit unused to holding her weight, so I’ve been taking her outside when I can and trying to get her to stand up. She tries all the time, but in the tub she cant get any traction to stand. Otherwise, she is the picture of health!
“Seriously, lady. Make with the treats.”
“Hello, cat. Do YOU have treats?”
I’m hoping her strength returns soon and she can be back out with the flock. Keeping a lamb in the tub is just as adorable – and disgusting – as you can imagine.