Catnaps and Adventures

For the past year the Princess and I have been fostering a 17-year-old cat, named Mabel, who has end-stage cancer and is a little sweetheart. 

A sweetheart in every sense of the word except when it comes to taking medication. 

Mabel does not do pills. Mabel does not do medications that are syrups. Mabel does not do anything that you try to “sneak into her food and/or mouth”.

Mabel is a cat with simple needs: change her water bowl after she drinks from it, clean out her litter box after every usage, answer her cat calls when she yowls, and stay the hell away from her mouth.

Two weeks ago, my unwitting partner forgot how testy our little Mabel could get when she’s trying to give her oral medications. 

The Princess went to open Mabel’s mouth. Mabel got pissed. The Princess got bit.

After washing the wound and putting antibiotic on it, we watched it slowly get swollen and red with the passage of time and decided to call the medical hot-line who advised us to seek immediate medical attention.

We end up in urgent care, get a 10 day prescription of antibiotics and go home only to watch the hand get redder and more swollen. We make another phone call to the medical hotline, get told that it hasn’t even been 24 hours for the antibiotics to start working yet and maybe that’s the problem. 

Go to the doctor if we feel we need to, but maybe give it a bit more time. 

Up to us.

We didn’t wanna seem like we were over reacting, so we went to bed. At 4:30 the next morning, the Princess decided that her hand was not “looking too great”.

Once again, we called the medical hotline and this time we all agree that the situation called for a trip to our local ER thirty minutes away.

I grabbed some blankets (for ME), loaded the Princess and her swollen hand into my car and off to the ER we headed.

After sitting in my car with blankets wrapped around me for 2 hours, the Princess texted me and let me know that she was hooked up to an IV, had had x-rays and blood work done, but that she had no idea when she’d be finished, so for me to go to my morning doctor’s appointment

After debating the pros and cons of this, I agreed to it and left.

I go to my appointment and texted the Princess that my apt was finished and that I was on my way to the hospital to pick her up and asked her for a status update.

“Had a Thai tea and doughnut, got bored waiting for you, left hospital and am now on an adventure,” she texted back.

“ADVENTURE?” I wrote back. “And what, pray tell, does that mean?”

“I’m on a bus,” she answered. “Having fun. Have been talking to the bus driver and playing tourist. Will explain everything when u pick me up. Meet me at Home Depot.”

I send her a thumb’s up and headed out to get her.

“So,” I asked after she got into the car, “What’s the status on your hand and how did you end up on a bus?”

“Did you know that you have to PAY to ride the bus?” she answered with no response to how her hand was.

“Yes,” I slowly answered. “And why are you even asking me this? Of course you have to PAY to ride the bus.”

“Well,” she responded. “The bus driver kept looking at me when I got on and asked me if I had a bus pass. I didn’t know what a bus pass was, so he explained and then told me that I could use cash if I didn’t have a pass.”

“Seriously,” I said to her. “You seriously got on the bus and thought that the bus was FREE?”

“As in no money FREE? “

“Yup,” she innocently answered while I shook my head and drove us home.

“More importantly, “ I said to her. “What the heck were you doing on a bus in the middle of a pandemic with an open wound? Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up?”

“Ya know what,” I continued. 

“Don’t answer that. You’re o.k. I’m o.k. And we both need naps today.”

Life is good, People. Have a great day, and I’ll catch ya the next time, looking at life from my shoes.


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I'm a retired special ed teacher, born in upstate NY, who spent most of my adult life in the SF/Bay Area and moved to the Olympic Peninsula of WA in June of 2017. At the encouragement of family and friends, who followed my silliness on my FB page, I started this blog a few years ago. I try to keep my topics as humorous as possible (because I believe "LIFE" is pretty serious these days), but will, on occasion write about more solemn subjects. I sincerely appreciate all who take the time and effort to read and make comments and am truly humbled when people actually "like" what I write. I do not participate in the "Wordpress awards" because I feel "awarded" when individuals actually read me and comment, but sincerely appreciate all of you who have considered me "award worthy" and thank you from the bottom of my heart. Hugs, Lucie

13 thoughts on “Catnaps and Adventures”

    1. And a belated Merry Christmas to you and the squire. I am writing these days very infrequently and when i do write, it seems to be more ” serious” than i like, so i have been hesitant to publish. Anyhoo, Happy New Year, sweetie. Thanks for checking in with me.🥰


  1. Wow, the Kitty story is terrible! No, I don’t know any cats that like to medication! It’s so hard, unless you put it in their food.
    But the Princesse’s story is very scary with that bite wound. Glad the meds finally worked.
    And the Bus story!! That is beyond funny! Glad she enjoyed her adventure! LOL!

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    1. Everything turned out ok. We have angels watching over us. My Princess keeps me busy with adventures on a regular basis. Mabel is a little bugger, but she continues to bring us joy. Vet said shez still not ready to go to ” kitty heaven”, so we’ll keep loving her and keep tap dancing with her medications.😊


      1. Glad to hear that! LOL! On the Princess! Keeps you on your toes. And giving Kitty Meds is almost impossible! Poor Mabel. Well, glad she’s not ready for Kitty Heaven yet.


    1. Yes, indeed. The Princess is truly a “grown-up version of a kinder” in more ways than one. ❤ Your "blog share" of your writer friend is still on my heart as I write this today. What grace and courage she has shown in such a trying time. Her writing (and message)is worthy of a larger audience. She is truly one of heaven's gifts to us. I am so sorry, Beth, for your loss… ❤ Stay safe, sweetheart….

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  2. What did the ER docs say about her hand, though? Clearly the antibiotics weren’t working… or did they just need more time? Poor thing. I’ll bet that hurts. Sounds like that poor old cat would like to die rather than taste yucky stuff before the end. Poor thing for her too.

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    1. ER doc was glad she got there when she did. She needed more IMMEDIATE medication in her system and when we went to urgent care, they wanted to give her a shot, but the Princess HATES shots, so they just gave the prescription. The IV was more immediate and started working as soon as they administered. Was a little scary for a little while, but the Princess always turns things to the “humorous side”, no matter what. Mabel is being closely monitored by her vet. And the dr has said that she’s not ready to “leave us quite yet.” Hope all is well with u and the family.


      1. Somehow, I’d rather have the shot – hate it or not! – than be on IVs for any length of time. You know – a short shot, rather than a long one.

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