After Mystery Illness, Sick Cats Are Feeling Better

Just two weeks ago I shared the story about the mysterious illness that suddenly, and without any apparent reason, walloped Sir Hubble Pinkerton and Dr. Hush Puppy, our two Oriental Shorthair cats.

Not only was their illness a total enigma to me, but our two amazing and devoted veterinarians were also scratching their heads about what precisely was ailing the boys. Naturally, their top priorities were diagnosing what type of infection to which they both had succumbed; and then arriving at a treatment plan including prescribing the most efficacious medications and how to keep them as comfortable as possible. I know I would have gone bonkers without their consistent attention and support.

After suffering two weeks of sleep deprivation, assuming the role of Florence Mousingale, I dutifully ministered to our two very sick kitties ‘round the clock. Regularly monitoring their temperatures, giving them fluids and imploring, no, begging them to eat kept me incredibly busy.  

Although my hair has turned significantly more grey and I still have dark circles under my eyes, their slow but steady recovery has given all of us an inordinate sense of relief. I gotta tell you that during the last couple of days there has been nothing sweeter to my ears than that delightful “Sound of Mewsic” emanating from the mouths of two cats whose appetites are ravenous.

These two adorable brothers are back to behaving mischievously, jumping up on the dining room table during meals, looking up at us with their soulful blue eyes while they skillfully play us for a scrap of roast chicken or a bite of steak. They are once again chasing feather fliers, opening closet doors and cabinets and looking for something with which to get into trouble.

And speaking of trouble, the piece de resistance of the “I’m feeling much better” department which happened this morning were Hubble’s very unusual shenanigans. Cat lovers know that kitties are routine-oriented. I must admit I am highly regimented as well. I begin my day going into my office, air it out by opening the sliding door to the lanai, boot up my computer, pour myself a cup of coffee and only then, start writing. During my daily ritual, both cats are sacked out on the couch, fast asleep. 

So you just can imagine my shock and disbelief at the appearance of a beautiful white cat who was trying to get into my office. I did a double take when I saw Sir Hubble Pinkerton standing before me, flicking his tail and looking somewhat contrite.  I still have no idea how this indoor-only kitty managed to get past me and escape onto the screened-in pool area without me noticing.

It’s a huge understatement to say that my husband Marty and I are over the moon about our kitties’ recovery.  As long as they are feeling better, they can be as “naughty” as they want; at least for a little while.

We are so grateful to all the folks who sent get well wishes and prayers over the past two weeks. The boys send bonks and lots of purrs.

Do you think I’m  wrong to give them some extra spoiling? Let me know in a comment.