Siada and Isis are proven Mousers. Malik, at a very tender age, landed his first bat. Layla is trying hard, but seems to need some lessons from the rest of the clowder.
We live in a log cabin in the forest. The occasional mouse is a fact of life. I know there has been one poking around recently because Layla has been been spending extra time stalking through the kitchen, looking under the counters and behind boxes and cases of seltzer.
This weekend there was a long moment of dead silence (usually the first warning a Savannah owner gets when something is going very, very wrong), so I started to look around and count heads. Siada was on Papa, Malik was on the chair, and no Layla anywhere.
A glance in the kitchen let me know that she was sitting next to the cat food, staring intently at the underside of the cupboard.
At a mouse. Yes, sitting right there, looking back at her, a scant six inches from her nose.
She turned and looked at me.
Layla: WHAT IS IT
Me: A Mouse. Layla Beans, get it!
Layla (looking at the mouse): IT STOLE MY CRUNCHIES!
Layla: ITS LOOKING AT ME!
Layla: WHAT DO I DO???
Mouse: That's it, I have entered the twilight zone. (Bolts for cover while Layla is staring at me in bewilderment.)
Layla: I SAW A MOUSIE, BEST DAY EVER!
Let me set the scene for this story. We have an accordion door leading to the back hallway, and at the end of the hall is the external door. Papa installed the folding door to set up a sort of a mantrap there (or kittontrap, as the case may be) to prevent these knuckleheads from dashing outside. It worked amazingly for about 11 months and then stopped 'clicking' closed. To counter that, he added a hook on each side, and we just have a hair tie on the handle that an latch onto the hook to keep it shut.
This weekend I was sitting there and heard someone rattling that door. I looked over my shoulder and saw Malik battering ramming the door until it popped open (and now I understand why it is broken to begin with). He pops the door open and then widens the gap with his paw, but cannot manage to get through.
Me: Malik, no!
Malik: But I cant get through it.
Me: You are not supposed to be in there.
Malik (slamming harder at the door): Cant. Get. Through.
Me: Malik, NO!
At this point, Malik wanders off, and, foolish me, I turn back to what I was working on.
A few minutes later, he and Layla parade past me and head towards the door. Malik proceeds to pop open the door, and Layla leap frogs over his back, through the gap, and into the damn hallway. After I recover from this brilliant display of teamwork, I go over, open the door and let Layla back into the kitchen. It was then that I discovered the reason this was so very important. One of the straws they play with had gotten pushed under the door. I returned it to the Butthead Brigade, closed the door again, and went back about my business.
Layla (racing around with the straw): BEST DAY EVER!
Last night I went to the local pet store to pick up some food for the kittons. There were two young men in the cat food aisle, early to mid-20s, who looked as though they just got off work (work boots, carhart coats, etc.) They were staring at the wall of choices and trying to decide what food was best.
Did I mention they were stoned? Yeah, so they were looking at cat food and the more chatty one asked me, very politely, if I knew anything about cat food.
Me: Yes, I know a little bit.
Guy 1: Do you know what kind is best?
Guy 2: This is food for a very special cat.
Me: What kind of cat is that?
Guy 2 (full of awe about his very special feline): A tabby cat!
Guy 2: WITH WHITE FEET!
Me: Well that IS a special cat. (And then I proceeded to explain about wet and dry food and marketing ploys and showed my favorite choices, in a variety of price ranges.)
Guy 1 (to me): Thank you so much miss, this is important stuff.
Guy 1 (to his friend): See, I knew she looked like a cat person and would know, you just have to ask!
When I left the two of them were staring in awe, and with an armful of cat food, at the pretty shelter cats that were there waiting for holiday homes.
I am amused (and at least I know the very special cat with white feet will be eating a good dinner).
And this is take two for this post because I just lost every bit of the lengthy piece I already typed up. Needless to say, this will now be much shorter and far less eloquent.
Siada blew her knee out (the one that had surgery) Sunday night. Not even sure how she did it. She was in her stroller, jumped about something and then was all wonked out after that. We gave her time to sort it out (prior to surgery she could stretch her leg and reseat it), but come Monday it was no better so off to the ER we went.
There was a steady stream of critical cases right after us that had priority (which is fine as I know Nimar was that critical case more than once and others got bumped down the list in his favor). After several hours of waiting, Siada was sitting on her Papa and leapt off. She landed wrong, which ended up "fixing" her knee. She proudly paraded (with a slight limp) around the facility after that. I guess not many people are used to seeing a princess kitton on a leash, based on the stares she got. We opted to return home rather that continue to wait at that point.
The next morning Papa called the surgeon and they said that if she was walking and the kneecap was in its proper spot that we could just wait till our appointment Friday to take her in. Yes, the girl made it almost the whole 8 weeks with zero issues and had to blow it at the very last moment!
As it was, Friday was a very exciting day for all of the kittons as they got to go visit the dentist. Not their dentist, but ours. We have seen the same dentist since before Nimar, and he knew someone at one time who had a pet serval so was always asking about Nimar and then his successors. He wanted to meet them and even blocked off time on the schedule for the kittons to visit him and staff (and his wife who came over as well to meet them). They had a wonderful time climbing all over the waiting room, eating the Christmas decor and making new friends. It was a bit of a shock though, I think, to the elderly client who arrived just as we were about to leave. I don't think he was expecting to see a giant Malik sitting there!
After that we went to the appointment with Siada's surgeon. Her x-rays were great and her luxation is reduced from a Grade 4 to Grade 1 and that might further improve once she uses the leg more and regains strength.
She gets lots of free time now, but is still heavily watched and is not allowed to do anything drastic for the next month. I don't think she was listening to any of that part because she tried to lead the Savannah 500 Friday night at the cabin. I wanted to get really cute photos of them all playing together this weekend, but, alas, they were all too excited to sit still for it and all I got was the blurry one I used with this post.
Now for the less pleasant news. The old gals, Isis and Reeses, had their senior appointment this past Wednesday. For having Stage 3 kidney failure, Reeses is still doing pretty good. Her numbers are up a little and she had a UTI (which has since been treated) but for a 16 year old lady, she is doing alright. She still has a great appetite and can still jump on the counters with no issues.
Isis, on the other hand, has been losing weight. She also still eats really well, and is happy to see us come home from work, and joins the Savannah parade that follows me from room to room, but her white cell count is up and she clearly has digestive issues. We have some special food for her and now have an appointment with Nimar's specialist. I have been worried about this girl a lot, lately, and am reminded that old cats will break your heart at some point. I am hoping that this appointment will give us some good forward direction for her continued care. Please keep the beautiful lady in your thoughts.
Savannah Caretaker who is honored to do the job.