My eldest cat, Koshka (who is about 9 or 10 now), has been unwell for a while. Eating causes her pain (there is an ulcer or some such in the back of her mouth), and it’s a problem the vets have been having a hard time figuring out. She’s now on an oral antibiotic and an oral steroid, both of which she *hates.* If you’ve ever seen a cat taste something really awful, their response to it is to drool a *lot.* It’s a mess.
Sometimes when she eats the pain is so bad she growls at it. It’s not a fun thing to watch.
So, yesterday when she somehow found a bag of catnip, tore it apart on her favorite sunlit cardboard bed and rolled around in it, making both a spectacle and a mess of herself, I wasn’t about to stop her. Raedthinn looked on in confusion; while Koshka gets all nipfaced when she indulges, Raedthinn doesn’t . He seems to have missed out on the genes that make cats like catnip and cat treats… he treats them all as it they are tasteless food. Give him the dirt cheap bland dry cat food, that’s what he likes… the “good stuff” doesn’t interest him. But Koshka going goofy… that interested him.
It also drew an audience outside the door…
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Are those Finger’s kittens?!? What are you feeding those critters, miraclegrow?!?!
s’funny, that, my cat’s black and white, and he don’t do catnip, either…
>Are those Finger’s kittens?!?
Nope. Those are Mommacats’ very last litter. Mommacat and Fingers now being “fixed,” that’s the end of an era.
In 7051, that’s Fingers smooshed up against the door; in 7029 that’s her on the cinderblock.
OK, I was kinda wonderin’!! Saw Fingers, glad she is doing well. We have an all black that does not care about catnip, the rest all go nuts on it.
Cat-Drool story :o)
We were stationed in Florida living in the on-base mobile home housing area of Eglin AFB when one of our more curious cats discovered a little frog hopping across our lawn.
She investigated it quite closely but we have always been a bit un-sure of what happened next. She seemed to jerk back… then pounce… then simply walked back towards us as the frog continued to hop across the yard.
She had made it less than a foot from the frog when my wife grabbed my arm and pointed at the cat while trying hard not to fall off the deck with laughter.
Our “petite” little cat’s head almost up to her eyes was becoming a mass of frothy bubbles which were starting to drop off and you could SEE her drooling rivilets!
It lasted for about 20 minutes and I am SO glad no one else saw it cause the would have turned us into the base for having a rabid animal! As it was she was less interested in any ‘taste’ there might have been but was totally disgusted that she couldn’t control her drool.. It was making her look “undignified” dammit!
Randt