Something always happens to bipeds, even if it is good, there is little joy. If only they would think about what they really need.
No!
Instead, it occurs to the cats that people like the hassle, even if they're kicking themselves, swearing, sort of arguing.
Who's the bald cat who got Luck to get vaccinated?
As she told it, it smelled of death, and Ucha was very afraid. There was a new word in Nyasha's vocabulary: veterinarian. So, when you hear this word from the mouths of bipeds, you hide, even in the closet, even under the bathtub. Even if they just think about it!
Maybe they'll change their minds.
The morning began with Luck's shrieking, vomiting fountain, panting, poor thing didn't know where to hide from such an eruption. All the cats fell silent, and the two-legged ones became alarmed, grabbed her in an arm and took her away.
Back to the vet again... But as it turned out, to another vet. There they were told that they had caught a virus, the same one they had been vaccinated against. And, perhaps, the vaccination provoked it on the background of stress. She's a reactive cat, she starts without warning.
My mom was sad because she was scheduled to give all the cats their next scheduled vaccinations. All the cats breathed a sigh of relief, having guessed that there would be no more vaccinations. Luck, drugged with vitamins, finally took a relaxed nap, did not grumble, did not rage.
The next day, Millie the cat tsar was registered for the removal of dental calculus, everything was done well and under anesthesia, then cheered up with an IV and an oxygen chamber. She came home as a young girl, looking around as if she didn't recognize everyone. The anesthesia was the king of cats.
Each new day brought a surprise, Basya culturally spit a frothy clot of bile and bumped her forehead against the wall, in the evening already two of them were taken by the son of a two-legged man to the drips.
Another scary word has come to our house - epidemic. And the virus is not so easy to pronounce... Panleukopenia is a viral disease of cats.
Next in the night Marusyonochka was feverish, the striped girl was running almost on the ceiling, breathing often, sticking out her tongue, bulging stray eyes, scampering until she was crammed into a box in the closet.
Then people started to panic, Marusyonka was barely pulled out of the box, then they realized that the bright light was hurting her too.
Marusyonochka returned in the morning, the cat was alive, the people were not, and Nyasha was not feeling well. The Tsar-cat was not well either, and her mother did not notice that she went under the bed, did not come to the food, until the old woman went under the bathtub, she was not noticed.
As the doctor said, one infection doesn't rule out another.....
If people tried to save costs and Basa calmly put IVs at home, Luck broke out, and ripped the catheter out of his paw.
Why did they start this expenditure in the first place? There's something wrong with bipeds' heads and calculations. Did they have a bad life?
Such judgmental thoughts hovered in the room like an odor. After all, you can't see the odor either, but there it is!
And this arrangement ended with only sonny taking mom and Millie, Luck and Marusia to the vile-smelling vet and coming to get Nyasha and Busia.
For prevention...
Go to the bald cat with that prophylaxis!
Busya and Nyasha were sitting in the same house and were afraid to leave it for the cold metal table, as if they had grown into the plastic bottom. But there was a catch, the lid of the house was removed, and while they froze in terror, they inserted thermometers into their asses. Busya, of course, an even bigger coward, gave out forty and a half degrees, Nyasha - forty.....
That's how the epidemic began. All week the two-legged man came home from work, loaded the carriers and pumped the whole cat pride.
Aha! Two rounds of IVs! That's not enough paws, and they're worrying about whether there's enough money--
Here's the cat czar and not enough paws... they pour into Millie and it pours out of her at the same rate. Mama was told that sometimes you have to let your loved ones go. Mama disagreed, but Millie's wreaths were already bursting at the touch of the needle.
Mom was silently crying, cradling the Pride hostess like a child, and kept saying that sixteen years is not enough for a house cat... Fenechka was about ten years old, but after all the infections, although she was cured and in good conditions, but the cat's age was shortened, only five years and lived in a loving home.
The cat mom woke up unaccustomedly early, Millie had no strength to move, she was dripping on her mom's pillow. And Mommy was stroking her favorite cat, saying, Mommy's with you. Millie lifted her head a little, looked with huge blue eyes, silently said meow and forever calmed down in mom's palm. Mommy didn't believe it for a long time, until one of the bipeds started fussing.
The emptiness in the house was felt even by the cats, though each of them dreamed of sleeping on their mother's head. For a long time Marusya climbed higher and higher, but she did not dare to lie down further than her shoulder, and even then, observing the hierarchy, she gave Basa the pillow next to her mother's. She took it for granted, sang songs to her mom, touched her shoulder with her paw, but no one came to her head. The couch allowed everyone to lie down around mom without disturbing each other. Nyasha and Busik preferred to put their heads on mom's legs....
Nyasha had heard so much about the countryside and the dacha, she wanted to know what nature was, the garden, mice-birds and butterflies-bugs - real toys, live, not the ones they play with at home... But it turned out that mommy did not take anyone to the dacha, only daddy left until the deep fall.
Mom disappeared for a couple or three days, by the smell of mushrooms, berries, carrots and dill Nyasha began to understand the smells of the village and only wanted to go out more.
But not fate...she remained a city cat.
And Busik was rubbing carrots with tails, nibbling dill stubs and praising that it was very tasty. Unusual, yes. It's not dried food, it's not KiteKat packets.
By the way, the kittens suffered from spasms in their bellies because of the disease, Marusyonka had driskot, but without blood, and Nyashka, on the contrary, could not give birth. For a bad-smelling litter box after Marusya Luck struck a hurricane and started a fight. But stripatik, thrown into the bushes in the parking lot, fought off the sheepdogs, so the two-legged and noticed it, took her with him in the car, stripatik-shprotik waved away and climbed to the top of the mezzanine. Nyasha was heavy and okladista for such maneuvers, so again began only at night to cope with a big need. She got used to it and could tolerate it as long as she wanted.
After his illness, Busik also chose secluded places, sometimes hiding so much that his mother was worried, thinking that he had jumped out into the driveway. Nyasha was afraid to jump from closet to closet, but she noticed how successfully Busik climbed up the hatbox, opened the door of the mezzanine, and burrowed into the clothes. Only by the fact that sweaters piled on the floor, mom found the prankster. But she didn't scold him. Nyasha also liked the rustling of clothes under his claws, she could not get to the mezzanine, but to collapse on hats and scarves - a lot of fun. The main thing was not to let the pile of hats and gloves fall down, or she would quickly find them and make him eat them.
This is such a game, mommy likes to look for her babies and is so sincerely worried. Well, all the kittens in the orphaned Pride are adults, but still, like little ones, they want to feel confirmation that they are loved, found, taken down from the heights, taken in their arms, pampered. And the feeling of mommy's joy wraps them warmer than a blanket, cures and soothes them... and there is no need for painful, tingling shots.
No kittycat, eat your diet, each from his own bowl. Any cat will tell you that only a fool eats from his own bowl, because in someone else's is always tastier, and his own will not go anywhere. But, however, if mom likes to play it, Pride, left without a mistress, played with mom in a well, take away....
In fact, Busik should have led the Pride, but he was used to being subordinate, as Millie would say, he preferred not to be touched for trifles. The disease reduced the ambitions of Marusenka and Udacha, only Basya remained - the lion's heart, always calm and balanced. Basya has repeatedly convinced Nyasha that she is actually a Siamese mestizo, just people themselves do not understand anything in crossbreeding and breeding new breeds. Yes, and the size of Nyasha to match the unforgettable Millie, to be still cowardly and not put in place sheebutnaya Luck. The tray is common and big, there is nothing to lurk and, sneaking, to do their natural business only at night. Nyasha was grateful to Basya that she was building up her confidence and did not consider her inferior. And Basya was also able to read what bothers bipeds. After all, people are fidgety creatures, their heads are in turmoil, so they must be purred....
If mom had been lying with a book, as usual, she would not have taken Luck to that rotten vaccination, they would not have caught any crap, they would all be alive and walking around the garden, catching butterflies and mice.
Then Marusenka shared that she had taken a snake and a viper, not to mention birds. And the neighbor's cat followed her with his tail, waiting for a heat, and Fenya and Zosya were in love with him... Such a hero-lover for the whole village. Well, perhaps, like that one-eyed bandit at the factory.
And what could possibly be attractive about him?
To which Basya and Marusenka only snorted.
Nyasha turned up her nose, sneezed, then realized that she too can read her mother's thoughts when she just remembers that it's time to give medicine. And to whom such a procedure will shine, that cat is already leaving to play hide-and-seek with her. She felt that in the heads of two-legged people there was some confusion of useless plans. And nothing good would come of it.
And so it went...