I had high hopes that Ivy would love this new cat tree. Because I paid a good amount of money for it and it is quite solid.
Last week I gave the other one to Nathan the maintenance guy for his cats because it was made of cardboard and just wasn’t holding up.
He told me he took it apart and put it back together with wood. And it still fell apart. I think that was probably due to his two boys under two as much as the cats though. He tells me those boys tear up most everything.
Try, Try Again:
So this morning I got a few toys and the hammer and short nails and started trying to attach a few toys to the new cat tree. This quickly caught her attention and she pulled the mouse down the first time she swiped at it.
Then I tried doubling the jute I was using to hang them.
This is her brief interest in it after I finished.
That was about 7 a.m. She hasn’t gone near it since.
However I was thrilled when, a few days ago, I saw that she was at least in the bottom of the cat tree. This, after moving it three times trying to find the “just right for Ivy” spot.
Well, I tell myself, at least that’s something. Just like with teenagers (I’ve learned that Ivy’s cat age puts her at a teen cat age), you can’t please them and you get no gratitude.
It doesn’t matter that I paid about $100 for it. Which, if I’d known that my income was going to change abruptly, I would never have done. It’s just like when Ivy won’t eat her food and I told her street cats would love to have her food put before them. Meh.
Ivy’s Eating Habits:
She will eat her wet food, which I’ve cut back to feeding her once per day, if I stand next to her. I have to move a finger around in it so the peaks of food are just right and then she will take a bite or so. And then wait for me to do it again.
And this is after worrying me to death for at least an hour to give her this food that she won’t eat on her own. She climbs over me and meows until I get up and get their food ready. Then she doesn’t want to eat it.
My hope is to distract her while Charlie is in the kitchen eating his food. Which takes him a long time because he has to use that long reptilian tongue due to no teeth. Ivy will run in there and eat his food. And Ivy has plenty of little sharp teeth.
I will pick her up so he is allowed to eat. She fights me. She has grown quite a bit and she is getting pretty strong.
Why does she want his dog food? I mean, it’s not like it’s filled with all kinds of bad stinky stuff that probably lure pets. It’s prescription diet food for dogs with digestion (pancreas) problems.
Charlie Seems To Get The Short End Of The Stick:
Poor Charlie. For years it was Abi I had to hold to let him eat. Now it’s Ivy Lou.
The boy just does not know how to stand up for himself. Except when Ivy gets too close to his territory and then sometimes he will snap at her. But I think that’s crankiness due to old age.
You wouldn’t think all this would be so complicated, would you? You’d think pets would gladly lap up their food they beg you for and not put all their toys in the water bowl and make it yukky.
Ivy has her ways of getting to Charlie. She likes to go in the bedroom where the really high pet stairs are. She will lie on the middle one, and Charlie can’t get past her to get down.
But believe me, I make sure Charlie is well taken care of. I watch them like a hawk!
He’s lucky to be able to get down one step, due to his back and neck problems and short little legs. So she likes to throw a wrench in things on that middle step. They are clever little stinkers, aren’t they?
The Injection Experience:
The worst part of the injection experience was the waiting. I was to be there at 2:20. The injection was scheduled for 3:20, which I don’t understand to begin with. I had all my paperwork done when I walked in the door.
They take me back before 4 p.m., put an IV in and leave me sitting in a room. And I waited and waited. Finally, after getting up to go to the restroom twice in the gown with my whole backside showing, I ask what’s going on.
The tell me the doctor, a woman, is busy doing one injection, then will do another before she can get to me. So it will be awhile.
I asked them to go get my daughter in the waiting room so I could tell her. I knew she had dinner plans for the evening with friends who were only in town for a short time.
The Sedation Doesn’t Sedate:
Finally they come get me and I walk to another room and lie face down on a table. They put medication in my IV and tell me I’ll feel sedated in moments. Didn’t happen. I asked them when I would feel sedated.
They give me more. Still, nothing. I seem to be a hyper-alert individual for which you’d have to give a horse’s dose to do much of anything. Or something. I don’t know what it is. But it typically happen.s
The injection wasn’t bad. She talked to me about why she was putting it in a certain place that was less dangerous.
I did not want to hear the word dangerous. Let’s just get on with it. I’d already thought this injection thing to death for months and read all about it online. Plus I was briefed by the nurse while they started the IV.
This was my last resort after a long year of pain. I didn’t even want something as invasive as an injection near my spinal cord.
They said I might have to come back for another injection in a few weeks if this one did nothing or very little. And that I probably wouldn’t see any relief for about 10 days.
Then they told me they were only allowed to give these injections about three times a year. So I’m not understanding that part at all.
So There’s No Point To Sedating Me:
There was no point in having me in a room to watch over me because I was perfectly fine. Same thing happened when I had cataract surgery. They do what they need to do and I’m instantly off the table and raring to go.
My daughter then drops me off. I told them if I had to get another one, I wouldn’t bother my daughter because the sedation obviously does not work on me so they might as well not bother. Then I can drive myself there.
On Christmas Eve I got a letter telling me the doctor/neurosurgeon (who I have yet to meet in person; long story) has moved his offices someplace else. I signed and sent back paperwork so they would transfer my files to him.
No telling what pain management place he’ll use now with his office being across town. I’m sure there are probably others in this city.
As you can see we have lots of leaves still on the trees. I took these photos on Christmas Day for you to see when I was taking my trash down to the corner.
Tomorrow I’ll probably start delving into decorating for winter after the Christmas decor gets put away