So first of all, an update from yesterday’s hospital visit post. Avery developed a high fever last night (38.9°C) and slept horribly. I had to sit with her in the chair in her room for hours, and when I brought her into our bed she still woke up crying a few times through the night. She was sweaty and clingy and has been nursing NON STOP for the past almost 24 hours. We are just hoping that she picked up a simple bug in the hospital waiting room, and that it’s not a sign of infection from a ceramic shard being stuck inside her somewhere. We’re waiting until tomorrow to make sure the fever goes away on its own before going back to the ER. We really want to avoid going back to that germy place.
On to our next issue. Our old cat loved Avery, but died when she was 1 month old due to a stress induced lung issue because he had an autoimmune disorder. He also used to shit all over the floors throughout the house upwards of 7 times a day because of his IBS. I never got mad at him for it. I always cleaned it up and felt sorry for him. I had unlimited patience. Now that we have a baby, my patience for the cats is not what it used to be.
We got a kitten to replace the old cat when he died. I know this kitten is a good cat – he’s so patient with the baby, he let’s us do anything with him, and he’s cute. He jumps up on the counter and steals food, but that has been his only downfall. The old cat did that too. Despite his good nature, I have really struggled to bond with him. I find myself swearing at him and wishing he would run away, mostly when he tears through the room and wakes the baby moments after I’ve gotten her to sleep, or when he steals the baby’s food out of her plate when I turn my back.
That has all been frustrating, but I’ve felt bad for my lack of patience with him. I want Avery to learn compassion for animals, and she’s not seeing that modeled from me lately. I barely even take time to pet the cats anymore. It’s sad. They used to be my babies.
Anyway, today something truly shitty happened. The kitten shit on the kitchen floor. I asked my mom (who is a vet) why he might have done this, and she said that since he has been having small drip-like accidents just outside of the litter box lately, he may be exhibiting early signs of IBS. How can we end up with two cats in a row with the same disease?? The reason I never reprimanded our old cat for his accidents all over the house is because he was trying to escape the pain of having a bowel movement. He was conditioned to not want to use the litter box, and to keep tying to get further and further away from what he thought was the source of the pain. This seems to be what is happened to the new kitten.
But now Avery is crawling. We just had to go to the Emergency Room because she stuck something dangerous in her mouth when I was 3 feet away. She CANNOT put cat shit in her mouth. I don’t know what to do about this situation. I already watch her constantly, and I can’t possibly watch any more diligently. If he poops in a room and she crawls in there and I follow her, she could get to it before I get to it. I don’t know what to do.
This cat is already on immune support medication because he had runny eyes when we got him. I repeat – I don’t know what to do.