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urocyonI'm afraid poor Mr. Mirrors thinks I've been cruel to him today, and the fun has barely started. His flea dermatitis has been acting up something awful, so I used the flea comb on him some more this morning, and poked part of a chlorpheniramine tablet down him. (Note to self: hiding pills in a bit of cheese doesn't work nearly as well with cats as with dogs.) With any luck, the antihistamine will take care of some of the itching. Later, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vatine may have to help give the poor kitty a patchy haircut with the clippers. I've held off on doing that--as well as it will probably go over with Mirrors--but the hot spots have become bad enough that getting all that fur away from them for easier treatment may well be a good idea, and it should keep him from pulling out more around his tail. :/ Ack, I meant to pick up some reasonably simple product with benzoyl peroxide today, for treating them; I suppose more Dermacool will have to suffice tonight. It worked well on Bungee before, but I think Mirrors' fluffy fur is getting in the way. I may try a little tea tree oil in water or aloe gel instead. Hopefully the EFAs will start helping soon, too--the easiest bit, getting him to eat canned fish with extra oily stuff on top. :) With luck, the boy won't have to go to the vet and can avoid steroids, but if it takes Prednisone to get this under control, it's certainly worth it. That has to be miserable.
I do feel slightly sorry that I didn't know to do several things for Bungee's dermatitis--bad enough most of the time to have earned her a "Baldy Butt" nickname from one of my little cousins--but at least Mirrors can get some benefit. And I think I'll make some suggestions to my mother for further Bungee treatment. At least Mirrors doesn't pull three days' sulk over each dose of medicine. *g*
Yay! Don't know why I didn't see it before, but I spotted and picked up some French blend coffee with chicory at Sainsbury's yesterday. (My mom sure didn't spot it when she was visiting; she was mixing Camp chicory syrup into her coffee as a last resort. Erk.) It's not as good as Union--what is?--but isn't bad at all. Somehow I imagine that even though I'm turning into a caffeine fiend again, ordering Union by the case may not be completely practical.
Feist seemed to enjoy dancing earlier. Well, she wasn't actually dancing with me like one real feist my Nana had, Tippy, but seemed to like being held while I did a pretty good impression of an injured turkey. (Thanks to a Comanche guy for that horribly apt description, not to be confused with the Caddo Turkey Dance. *g*) The decrepit knees aren't thanking me for that impromptu bout of flatfooting, though. (It was good to see that page crediting the Native influence; I can certainly see it, without being any kind of expert.) I did get a partial explanation of my own personal "injured turkey" look while I was in Virginia--my mom pointed out that I keep coming down on the ball of my foot too much, having a bit too high an arch to flatfoot very well. (Gee, thanks, Mom.) But I've also been accused of running like an ostrich. There's a definite avian theme developing here. On a slightly related theme, I was slightly amused to find out that Mac Wiseman started out backing up Molly O'Day; she was a relative too, in a completely different branch.
Ingvar just came in the door, and I'd better check whether the carrots are finally cooked in the chicken tagine.
vatine may have to help give the poor kitty a patchy haircut with the clippers. I've held off on doing that--as well as it will probably go over with Mirrors--but the hot spots have become bad enough that getting all that fur away from them for easier treatment may well be a good idea, and it should keep him from pulling out more around his tail. :/ Ack, I meant to pick up some reasonably simple product with benzoyl peroxide today, for treating them; I suppose more Dermacool will have to suffice tonight. It worked well on Bungee before, but I think Mirrors' fluffy fur is getting in the way. I may try a little tea tree oil in water or aloe gel instead. Hopefully the EFAs will start helping soon, too--the easiest bit, getting him to eat canned fish with extra oily stuff on top. :) With luck, the boy won't have to go to the vet and can avoid steroids, but if it takes Prednisone to get this under control, it's certainly worth it. That has to be miserable.I do feel slightly sorry that I didn't know to do several things for Bungee's dermatitis--bad enough most of the time to have earned her a "Baldy Butt" nickname from one of my little cousins--but at least Mirrors can get some benefit. And I think I'll make some suggestions to my mother for further Bungee treatment. At least Mirrors doesn't pull three days' sulk over each dose of medicine. *g*
Yay! Don't know why I didn't see it before, but I spotted and picked up some French blend coffee with chicory at Sainsbury's yesterday. (My mom sure didn't spot it when she was visiting; she was mixing Camp chicory syrup into her coffee as a last resort. Erk.) It's not as good as Union--what is?--but isn't bad at all. Somehow I imagine that even though I'm turning into a caffeine fiend again, ordering Union by the case may not be completely practical.
Feist seemed to enjoy dancing earlier. Well, she wasn't actually dancing with me like one real feist my Nana had, Tippy, but seemed to like being held while I did a pretty good impression of an injured turkey. (Thanks to a Comanche guy for that horribly apt description, not to be confused with the Caddo Turkey Dance. *g*) The decrepit knees aren't thanking me for that impromptu bout of flatfooting, though. (It was good to see that page crediting the Native influence; I can certainly see it, without being any kind of expert.) I did get a partial explanation of my own personal "injured turkey" look while I was in Virginia--my mom pointed out that I keep coming down on the ball of my foot too much, having a bit too high an arch to flatfoot very well. (Gee, thanks, Mom.) But I've also been accused of running like an ostrich. There's a definite avian theme developing here. On a slightly related theme, I was slightly amused to find out that Mac Wiseman started out backing up Molly O'Day; she was a relative too, in a completely different branch.
Ingvar just came in the door, and I'd better check whether the carrots are finally cooked in the chicken tagine.
