Settled Cats

One thing that has been a surprise this year is how well the cats have settled in to the new house. It’s taken a bit of time to complete the process, but really they were OK with it from Week One.

The Bengal’s been hardest work – she really is surprisingly anti-change, and it takes her a while to get used to things. Bringing Cleo into the mix kind of helped, bizarrely, but also provided more change than she was happy with for a few days. Looking back, I can understand why she’s a bit twitchy, having had four houses in two years, but at least this one is a much longer-term proposition, and she’s settling with realising there’s not going to be any changes for a while.

Even better, we’ve not had any of her legendary protest actions, such as the fabled shit-in-the-bed. That’s definitely a very good thing indeed.

FatCat, the British Shorthair, has been the easiest to settle. She’s really just happy to be wherever I am. She can be a bit demanding when she wants a fuss, but for the most part she’s just quite a contented cat. So long as she gets her affection when she wants it, that’s fine.

And Cleo, well, she’s never known any different. She’s settled in, doing fine after her surgery, and generally back to normal.

Cat Recovery

Cleo, the Egyptian Mau, came back from the vets fine. She handled it all really well – far better than the Bengal did a couple of years back. Indeed, I’m not bleeding at all, which is a major improvement.

As it was, she went into the cat carrier on the first go (I’d left it out for the last couple of days, so they were used to seeing it, and it wasn’t New Thing) without a struggle, and went to the vets fine. Gobby, but fine.

The same applied on her return – no real problems, just gobby while being driven. She’d been given one of the Collars of Shame, which the other cats (and I) found hilarious, but she really couldn’t cope with it at all, so that’s gone for the moment. If she licks the cut too much, the collar will go back on, but so far she’s been OK with it.

Weirdly, the Bengal though has gone back to hating Cleo, and growling at her like the semi-wild animal she is. I assume that it’s because of smelling different, having been to the vets, being handled by different people, and perhaps even her scent has been altered by the drugs used in surgery. I don’t know – she’ll get used to it again, though, and all will be well.

Anyway, it’s all done, so now just the recovery process. The after-care information from the vets is pretty comprehensive, and reckons she should be all sorted within the week. I’ll keep an eye on her during that time, but the initial signs are all positive.

Getting Done

To top things off after the long drive yesterday, today I’m up early in order to get Cleo (AKA “Newest Cat”) to the vets, as it’s time for her to get spayed/neutered. (I can never remember which is which – I think it’s spaying)

The worst bit is, of course, not being able to feed them for 12 hours before going to the vets. Cleo is – to be nice – a stomach on legs at the moment, so nothing for 12 hours means she’s been yelling like a towncrier since about four this morning.

She’ll be back late today, and then we’ll see where we go from there.

Booked In

A couple of months back now, I got a new addition to the cat collection, an Egyptian Mau who I’ve named Cleo.  (Obvious, but such is life)

She’s an adoption, is now about seven months old, and has settled in well with the other two monsters. Oh, and utterly gorgeous…

Anyway, it’s coming up to the time when she needs spaying/neutering (can’t remember which it is) so I booked it in today – for the start of December. Get me, Mr Organised.

The bit that isn’t going to be fun is that she can’t eat anything for 12 hours beforehand – and of course if one can’t eat, neither can the others. So that’s going to be one long night of whinging moggies…