Friday Cat Blogging
Sep. 22nd, 2006 08:40 amAwoke once again this morning to the disturbing sound (and smell) of kitty Hooker having another epileptic fit. Right underneath the bed, so he was playing a drum solo on the slats below me. He got himself out from under there halfway, so I could see him when I looked over the edge of the bed. As usual, Moni was standing a foot away from him, staring at him, confused.
Every time it happens, it seems to be smaller, though. Less floppity-flopping around this time, and it was just about an hour ago, and he's now sitting at the end of the bed here, cleaning himself off and looking fairly normal (though it's obvious he doesn't have all of his sight back yet, but he can distinguish between light and dark). He was up and walking around less than ten minutes after -- it used to take him at least an hour to be able to move his legs again. So, he's calm and resting now, and I cleaned up the drool and piss on him and the floor. Yup, now he's just lying there making his strange, wheezy, grunty purrs. I keep leaning over and moving his eyelids to blink so his eyes aren't damaged or something (oh, hmmmn -- he's blinder than I thought -- he's not responding to a finger poking at his eye -- well, it'll wear off).
And now, happier times, here's a picture of Hooker and Moni in a former favorite cuddle place, our prop wheelchair:

Every time it happens, it seems to be smaller, though. Less floppity-flopping around this time, and it was just about an hour ago, and he's now sitting at the end of the bed here, cleaning himself off and looking fairly normal (though it's obvious he doesn't have all of his sight back yet, but he can distinguish between light and dark). He was up and walking around less than ten minutes after -- it used to take him at least an hour to be able to move his legs again. So, he's calm and resting now, and I cleaned up the drool and piss on him and the floor. Yup, now he's just lying there making his strange, wheezy, grunty purrs. I keep leaning over and moving his eyelids to blink so his eyes aren't damaged or something (oh, hmmmn -- he's blinder than I thought -- he's not responding to a finger poking at his eye -- well, it'll wear off).
And now, happier times, here's a picture of Hooker and Moni in a former favorite cuddle place, our prop wheelchair:
