Boycat had all of his teeth extracted on Wednesday and is wandering the house in a cone. He’s miserable and angry and pissed off at me, but he’s managing to eat and drink and use the litterbox. I haven’t given him any painkillers since I can’t tell if he’s still doing ok from the post-surgery ones or not. He’s really angry with me, which means I can pet him and hold him but he refuses to make eye contact or purr (except a little, grudging purr). He’s “hiding” but he’s not HIDING. I know he’s not comfortable, but he keeps trying to do his normal things and I’m taking that as a positive.
Girlcat still hisses and growls when she sees him, but that’s not even that unusual. The dog keeps trying to get close to him for a snuggle and that’s a little overwhelming for him, which sends him back into “hiding”.
Right now “hiding” is “under the dining room table” and “behind the bathtub” which is good because both are secure (the dining room table is in a corner so two sides are blocked by walls and the tub is a cast-iron clawfoot so it sits away from the wall but gives him a nice alley to hide in. He can go in and out from either end and turn around in the tight space.). I was worried about this yesterday, but then I watched him hop the gate between the dining room and the kitchen and now I know he’s taking things at his own speed and is doing ok. Boycat has trouble clearing the gate on his best days, so if he’s clearing it with no problem now, he’s going to be OK.
I’m tired of doing everything on hard mode though. My surgery was only about three weeks ago and things still hurt unexpectedly. I went back to work too soon, started driving too soon, been carrying heavy things too soon. Dog had to go to the vet days after I got home from my hospital stay, then I had to get boycat’s teeth taken care of because that couldn’t delay.
The neat thing about cats is his face bones look spongy right now because of the infections and tooth resorption but now that the teeth are gone and the infection is being treated, apparently the bones will repair themselves. I know bones heal, but you never think about spongy ones fixing back up.
The alarm has gone off and that means I have to go to work now. I like working from home. The commute is nice and the coffee is always good.