Today is National Black Cat Day. I don’t know, but there seem to be several national days a year celebrating black cats, which is fine because black cats are amazing and need celebrating because they often get undeserved bad press from dim-witted weirdos. Especially at this time of year with their traditional association with witchcraft. But as I am a witch, a black cat is an essential sidekick, even though mine would say he was in charge and the sidekick is, in fact, me. I might sack him for a toad. Or an owl.
I thought, then, today would be a good day to give an update on Bambino Bobble Wilson, black cat of this parish, who’s been having a bit of a rough time health wise, in a ‘touch and go’ sort of way. Here is the photo I took of him on our landing ten minutes ago. He is looking wild-eyed because he has just produced an ENORMOUS poo which necessitated a celebratory zoomie gallop. Think yourselves lucky I didn’t take a photo of the poo. I almost did, because it was a mighty fine specimen.
As you can see, his neck fur is growing back from where it was shaved when he was having hospital investigations, including blood tests. Straight for the jugular, as it were. Anyway, I don’t think I’ll need to knit him a snood to keep his neck warm over Winter, for which he is extremely grateful. Basically, Bambino Bobble Wilson is now recovered and firing on all four cylinders. (The iPad auto-correct, you might be interested to know, just ‘corrected’ the word ‘cylinders’ for ‘cycling ears.’ Is it having a laugh, or what??)
Bambino is eating his proper food kibble again, which means he is receiving all the correct nutrients and keeping his teeth in tip-top condition. It also means that the money I forked out on a new 4kg bag of the stuff just before he became ill won’t go to waste AND I won’t have to feel nauseous when dishing up the slimy, sticky gravy stuff he just about managed to eat when he was ill. I am supplementing his diet with a steamed white fish fillet a couple of times a week, and the occasional smidge of tuna. And some of Aldi’s cat treats because they have added taurine. As a consequence, poos and pees are all good, and energy levels have returned to normal.
I am weighing out his daily kibble portion appropriate to his age and size because although he is waaaaay better, his liver will have suffered some irreparable damage and being overweight will not help this. He is actually pretty good at appetite control BUT he is a naturally big cat, so we need to exercise a little weight management caution.
And here he is, poised behind the bannister rails in case I should happen to dust between them, because chasing the duster is great larks for him!
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