Cat shit…

A few weeks ago, for about $10 (on sale), I bought a great mat to go under Benjamin’s cat box. I was getting tired of finding chunks of the silica crystal litter all over the floor and, worse, standing on one in the night. Those things hurt! And they stick to your feet.

Most of the mats I have seen are small faux grass mats which the cats hate the feel of so they kust jump over. This is a large mat made of a rubberized material. The little sticks to it but is easily swept up or you can pick up the mat and knock the bits back into the box. Plus, it is “reasonably” attractive…. sort of… It isn’t ugly, let’s put it that way.

Because the box is in the bathroom and this thing breathes, it doesn’t soak up water and get all mildewy and mouldy.

And, you can cut it to the size you want, as well.

On an unhappy note, our friend Selene’s 12 year old Tortoiseshell, Kari, had not been eating, drinking or pooping for several days. She took her to the vet on Thursday and the vet seemed to think it was allergies. She gave her Prednisone. But on Friday night, she was worse and when I went over on Saturday, she was panting and her lips and gums were white.

We took Kari to the animal hospital and they said it was congestive heart failure. They could give her some meds and she might live another year but that her quality of life would be diminished. Selene decided to let her go.

Selene said that she hadn’t cried in 12 years and she wasn’t going to start now… but she cried and cried… She was so distraught that she was unable to tell the vet “Yes” to give the shot. So I had to do it.

I felt terrible. Selene initially decided not to stay in the room when Kari was given the injection but I said that she might regret staying in the room but she would likely regret NOT having stayed in the room, more. So she stayed.

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4 Comments

  1. sledpress said,

    August 31, 2010 at 4:43 am

    It’s about the awfullest moment in a cat lover’s life but the one thing I have never regretted is being able to be there for them at that last moment and guarantee, as much as anyone ever can, that they will not have to spend a long latter end of their little lives in misery. It’s good to have a friend with you if you have to do it.

    • mudhooks said,

      August 31, 2010 at 8:38 am

      When someone has a quandary about whether “the time has come” I always tell them to think “Would I want a family member to live like this?”

      Its a question that goes both ways… “Would I allow my cat/dog to live on like this?” Sadly, we don’t permit to our human loved ones the right to decide when “the time is right”.

  2. Lisa said,

    August 31, 2010 at 3:50 am

    I am so sorry that Kari had to say goodbye to her friend of so many years. It’s a tough thing to do. I bet you feel pretty bad, too.

  3. VioletSky said,

    August 30, 2010 at 11:41 pm

    I have never had to put a cat down, and I dread when that time comes.

    (nice segue, BTW!)


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