After a seriously unproductive day on the work front because I felt so emotional and guilt-riddled after this morning’s ambush on my sleeping cat, I was not looking forward to a repeat performance this afternoon.
This morning, after Tuffy had sprinted out of the house, it had taken me some veeeery long minutes to calm her down sufficiently to allow me near her. In her eyes, the world had suddenly become a terrifying place, in which those who loved her most had transmuted into a towel-and-medication-wielding enemy!
She quenched her thirst from the fish pond, probably trying to rinse out the vile taste of her medication.
And then she sought refuge on the bed, where she curled up in a tight ball, her paw over her eyes and nose, shutting out the cruel world. Evidently, the office chair now has too many bad memories.
Obviously, she received a lot of cuddles and much loving throughout the day. I gave her Reiki and did some T-Touch that I remember from a course a few years ago, all of which she lapped up like a thirsty kitten brought in from the desert.
Oh, and I even got some Woolworths chicken for her. A little leg-portion. Because the Hills’ pellets are a little too crunchy for her at the moment, given her sore teeth and gums. I’m pleased to report that she purred most appreciatively. So I’ve reassured her that the rest of the chicken is JUST FOR HER, and that I’ll have left-overs tonight.
Tuffy’s other mommy arrived this afternoon, to help me administer the second dose. We captured her on the bed this time, thus turning this into yet another place with bad memories… At this rate, we’re going to run out of (her previously favourite) indoor sleeping places by the end of tomorrow!
As soon as her paws were released from the towel, she was out of there like a shot. I eventually tracked her down in the far corner of the back garden. She was glaring at my balefully. I approached gingerly, holding out my EMPTY hands to signal that I wasn’t hiding anything up my sleeve.
Eventually, to my relief, she allowed me near enough to touch her. We settled down by the side of the pool, where I gave her more Reiki and T-Touch, and plenty of cuddling and stroking. Both of us were feeling muuuuch better afterwards.
This is such an emotional rollercoaster.
I wish I knew someone who could communicate telepathically with my cat and tell her that we mean her no harm, that we just have to make sure that she doesn’t get an infection, and that it’s only for a few more days.
Hang in there, Tuffkins!