There was stuff like me yelling at him sometimes when he pissed here and there. It was rough on him, and it didn't help.
I don't know if this is crazy, but his pissing all over improved a lot after I wouldn't let him on my bed. I don't know if he overgeneralized.
That last day (and after he'd gotten that third med), he yowled when I squeezed the piss out of him. This was the first time that happened, though of course he didn't like it the other times. I dropped him a couple of feet to the floor which is normally ok to do with cats. He landed hard on his side, and didn't move for about five minutes. It didn't occur to me to call the vet until after the office hours were over.
Anyway, after having been caused some noticable pain and then dropped, he went downstairs and hung out next to me and got petted while I sorted bumperstickers. He didn't feel "right"--weak or weedy or something, but I didn't pursue it. Considering that he'd been painfully squeezed and then dropped, I think that's a pretty high level of trust.
I went out--I'd talked with my housemate about not giving him more of that third med, but either I wasn't emphatic enough and/or she tends to trust medical authorities.
I'd asked her to look it up online (I was pretty fried and she feels some responsibility for the cat and would have paid for earlier vet care if she could have afforded it--she'd paid it in the past and was covering food and litter) and went out to mail packages and go to a concert. It turned out that her connection was down--and since that drug alone might have been safe, just checking it might not have been enough.
Anyway, I know I tried. I could have done better, but I also could have done worse. At least I figured out that yelling at him was a bad idea, and mostly stuck to it. Figuring out what kind of water he needed was an important quality of life issue.
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Date: 2006-12-10 01:37 pm (UTC)I don't know if this is crazy, but his pissing all over improved a lot after I wouldn't let him on my bed. I don't know if he overgeneralized.
That last day (and after he'd gotten that third med), he yowled when I squeezed the piss out of him. This was the first time that happened, though of course he didn't like it the other times. I dropped him a couple of feet to the floor which is normally ok to do with cats. He landed hard on his side, and didn't move for about five minutes. It didn't occur to me to call the vet until after the office hours were over.
Anyway, after having been caused some noticable pain and then dropped, he went downstairs and hung out next to me and got petted while I sorted bumperstickers. He didn't feel "right"--weak or weedy or something, but I didn't pursue it. Considering that he'd been painfully squeezed and then dropped, I think that's a pretty high level of trust.
I went out--I'd talked with my housemate about not giving him more of that third med, but either I wasn't emphatic enough and/or she tends to trust medical authorities.
I'd asked her to look it up online (I was pretty fried and she feels some responsibility for the cat and would have paid for earlier vet care if she could have afforded it--she'd paid it in the past and was covering food and litter) and went out to mail packages and go to a concert. It turned out that her connection was down--and since that drug alone might have been safe, just checking it might not have been enough.
Anyway, I know I tried. I could have done better, but I also could have done worse. At least I figured out that yelling at him was a bad idea, and mostly stuck to it. Figuring out what kind of water he needed was an important quality of life issue.