Jack's feeling much better today. His eyes are still a bit watery, but not so gunky and he's feeling a bit more energetic. He even played with the kittens a bit today.
He didn't have to go to the vet. Yay! He's had this infection since he was a tiny kitten, apparently given to him by his feral mom and he couldn't fight it off, because I didn't know enough about cat care at the time to realize until much too late that he was seriously undernourished (he's not pushy about food, and I think the way I fed the kittens meant he never got enough because they were never supervised and made to share). And he has a genetic abberation that caused one of his eyelids to roll in slightly and periodically irritate his eye.
The vet at the time told me it was an infection that would never go entirely away, though probably would never be a danger to other cats. It breaks out every few years when he's feeling stressed a bit (hey, better this than more pee problems!) He was fine with just Persephone, but introducing a second new kitten less than a month later, and having Squeak's humans move in and take over the sewing room a couple days later, and the office being closed to kitties until we were sure there would be no power cord chewing, effectively turned a two-cat, three-bedroom apartment into a four-cat, one-bedroom place, and it was a bit much for him. Though as always, he's wonderful with the new guys!
Some extra loving and keeping the kittens occupied elsewhere seems to have worked wonders. So did kitten-proofing the office so we could open it, and the human house-guests are moving to a temporary housing place in a day or two until they can get an apartment next month, though we'll be sitting on the kitten a while longer . Possibly fatally, if she doesn't stop leaping into my computer chair just as I'm sitting down!!! Though if the infection's not all gone in a few more days there may be a vet trip anyway when Dr Tara is back in the office.
Persephone's lump is almost entirely gone. It seems she's just allergic to the suture fibre. The small lump in her armpit is still there, but hasn't changed any. Dr Tara said there's a good chance it's a BB pellet, though it felt a bit soft. I'll be keeping a close eye on it for a couple more months, see if it does anything. She's settled in beautifully, even Whisper doesn't seem to mind her so much, though she's not allowed any closer than Jack is. She's even playing Panther Stalks Tiger/Tiger Stalks Panther with Squeak. And she really likes to 'help' blog.
Yes, Squeak is adorable. No, I'm not keeping her. She farts. A lot. And Oh. My. God. it STINKS!!! As in, 24 hours in the sewing/cat room, and I had to open a window despite -20 (Celsius) weather, stinks. Speaking of which, any ideas why? None of Jack's litter had that problem! The only thing we can think of is broke humans buying cheap adult cat food. They're buying kitten food in a day or two, please tell me that will solve the problem?!? Anyway, her people really really love her and would kill me.
By the way, someone observed that she looked too young to be away from mom. The pet store (considered a reputable one locally) gave her birthdate as one that would make her about 2 1/2 months old. Her human's parents used to breed cats, and she says she's sure Squeak is only about 2 months now, and she got Squeak a month ago. Squeak also exhibits taken-too-early behaviour like determined suckled and kneading of my sheepskin.
Whisper is just grumpy. He's always grumpy. I think he's just a grumpy old man-cat stuck in a middle aged man-cat body. Good thing I have a soft spot for grumpy old men. And fuzzy white bellies.
My 'gotcha-dad' is feeling better. They didn't find the leak yet, but they stuck a camera down his throat and another one up the other end, and met somewhere in the middle, and he said it looked like they were arc-welding potential problem spots along the way but they don't think any of them were the main problem. I haven't spoken to mum since the weekend, when he was still in the hospital, but she said he was looking pink and seems to have all his cognative functions functioning as good as usual. If anything had changed I'm certain I would have heard, we have an extensive and talkative network of friends and family.
KC, tell Daddie-Charley, I don't watch horror movies. I'm pretty sure 'Calculon' was just something my demented brain made up.Oh, and I most certainly do NOT have a deaded vishus deer ghostie in my brain! No matter WHAT Jack thinks!
Ok, that wasn't so quick. Sorry. Oops, Jack's waking up! Gotta go!