This morning felt disappointingly resource-free. Disappointingly because I haven’t been on my weekly mental health trip across town to Oregon Zoo since the week before last. The weather looked to be one of those “could go either way” circumstances in terms of the comfort of temperature. In the end, I gave my best guess at layering, went for a breakfast sandwich, and have headed zoo-ward. This might end up like my last visit, where I only made it two hours. Resources have been generally thin all week, including Wednesday’s inexplicable near-total crash. We’ll see.
Look, I hereby expressly grant permission to Meru and Willow to eat my corpse should I die and no one finds me before the next scheduled meal time. What kind of cat parent would I be elsewise?
So, I ordered food and litter from Chewy in order to start the tracking experiment on usage, so I can figure out a more or less fixed budget on routine 🐈 costs, and because I was having litter delivered instead of having to carry it, I ordered a big pail of not lightweight litter, and the weirdest thing is happening. Since adopting a second cat a couple years ago, I switched to having two litter boxes. Neither 🐱 claimed a particular box; it just made it more likely that there’d be a box at all times each felt was usable. Since this recent switch to the non-lightweight litter, neither cat has bothered to use anything but the nearer of the two boxes. Even after I switched their positions, no one’s used the box that is just beyond the closest one. I can’t explain it, except perhaps as a result of the heavier litter being better, as far as they are concerned, and so neither one feels they need to use the “other” box.
Things I have recently learned: you can give Meru, 🐈 number one, liquid antibiotics pretty quickly once you get past the trepidation and anxiety of that first time, and she will still come sleep in your lap after. Also, the first thing she will do later on when you smother a piece of chicken in probiotics is voraciously lick off all the probiotic, and then eat the chicken.
Per the veterinarian, tonight I switched the cats from Iams indoor to Iams senior and I guess they are sufficiently similar that neither 🐈 batted an eye; both simply got down to eating.
ETA: In fact, I don’t know what’s in Iams senior but they inhaled it. I’m not sure if they even came up for air.
If there’s one thing that annoys me the most about Meru, 🐈 number one, is that she’s routinely uninterested in things until and unless Willow, 🐱 number two, is interested in them. This most commonly comes in the form of never wanting to curl up on the blanket that’s next to me on the couch until Willow decides she does. And it’s very clear that even if Meru isn’t making a specific move directly to oust Willow from the blanket, any move she makes to try to also get onto the blanket—well, she knows it’s going to have the indirect effect of making Willow ticked off enough to leave. I’d be perfectly happy—ecstatic, even—for the two of them to both sleep on the blanket at the same time even if completely ignoring each other, but the chances of that happening still are too low to be recognized as a number. I don’t want to get mad at Meru, and I don’t, although I will gently nudge her away—but even that I hate because I feel like it’s teaching her that being next to Willow is bad. I just want them to feel free to ignore each other in proximity instead of Meru feeling like she’s got to cause a problem or Willow feeling like she can’t be there if Meru joins her.
Today: take Willow (🐈 number two) to the new local veterinarian to establish care and do a general wellness check. She’s never peed on a cat carrier walk before, but she did during the cat carrier drive when I moved, so I’m wondering who has cheap pee pads, just in case.
I’m about to buy both 🐈 food and litter, and I need this time around to track how long each lasts and how often the re-up happens, because if I can switch to a regular Chewy delivery that will help in a few different ways. Right now, though, I have no idea how much I’m technically spending every month on this, because I always forget to pay attention to it. This is complicated by my cats’ new veterinarian suggesting that with both cats now technically being considered seniors, I should be adding wet food to their diet; I don’t see any way to do that without increasing costs, which isn’t an option. So, first step: determine what I’m paying every month as it is.
ETA: The potentially-fatal flaw in the Chewy idea is that on my next-to-nonexistent budget, being able to smooth out costs between two different halves of the month often is a life-saver. I’m not sure it’s feasible to pay for a monthly Chewy delivery.
Speaking of health stuff: tomorrow (after I take the first of my two cats to the new local vet in the neighborhood for a general checkup and any shots that might be outstanding), I call to schedule my followup gallbadder ultrasound. Meanwhile, I nudged my primary care physician on my request for the followup CT scan which I want in advance of any potential lymph node biopsy. Then I need to pick a date to go into Nurse Treatment and get the first of my two shingles vaccine shots. Also, I want to know my blood type (I used to know, decades ago) and apparently the only way to get that is to donate blood, so I need to find a time to schedule that, too.