I have been very frustrated at the fact that Sweden doesn’t think masks work to control Covid-19. The State Epidemiologist, Anders Tegnell, has said repeatedly that “masks don’t make sense” and has literally scoffed at the very idea of wearing a mask in pubic.
So, since I have been using my Izaak Baby Yoda and Zak Toothless as my Facebook userpic and cover photos…I took out a little of that frustration by putting masks on their faces.
Didn’t work. I am still frustrated. And I am still wearing my mask.
Okay…maybe claw clipping isn’t exactly “medical,” but it does contribute to a cat’s health and wellbeing.
Our lot don’t exactly enjoy getting their biweekly claw trim, but they usually handle it well. After all, they have been getting their claws clipped every other week for as long as they’ve lived with me. Alfred, however…
…is not a fan of getting his mani-pedi. Usually, he sits quietly and self-soothes with purring, but yesterday he decided to squirm and pull faces.
It may have been the audience. Björn came in the bathroom to talk to me and captured Freddy in action.
In case you’re wondering, I always sit on the edge of the tub facing in when I clip claws…that way, the end bits just go down the drain when I’m done.
Yesterday, Alfred and I went to the veterinarian to see how his lungs look after pneumonia.
As I have said before, it’s a two-bus, almost hour long bus trip from our house to the vet. And we had lots of hang time waiting for the transfers.
This is at Resecentrum. I love this shot.
When we had a bus transfer wait of more than ten minutes, I let Freddy out of his carrier.
But at the vet we got good news: Freddy’s lungs are completely clear.
Not only are his lungs clear, it also looks like he doesn’t have asthma. So that’s great!
Much like Jacoby, Freddy loves to sing the song of his people when he’s outside.
This IS an Airport, Please Announce Your Departure: Aeroplane Ear Posting.
After the vet visit, we stopped off a DjurMagazinet to stock up om raw chicken necks and raw meatballs.
Of course, Freddy helped me pick out the raw food I bought.
Of course, Freddy made friends when we were on line for the cash.
That’s Freddy’s superpower: making friends wherever he goes.
Yesterday, Alfred and I went back to Min Veterinär to have Freddy’s blood tested again while he’s still on his Amoxycillin.
While we were there, I asked them if they could send me Freddy’s X-rays from last week. And here they are. You can see how cloudy and grey his lungs are. I just wish I had gotten X-rays, too, so we could compare. We are going back to get a second set of X-rays on Monday, just to see if his lungs look better.
We want to breed Lorelai later this year, and the breeder who bred Alfred now has a lovely sorrel (red) male. But before we can mate them, we need to know Rory’s blood type to prevent Neonatal Isoerythrolysis (It’s kind of like the Rh factor in humans).
So, I figured I could do it myself. I mean, I’ve done my own blood type in high school, so how hard can it be? I found a test from Genomia, a Czech company, and bought a test kit.
The kit arrived on Wednesday. I was excited to do the test!
The instructions were fairly straightforward…except for how to get the blood out of the cat being tested.
The only way I could think of to get blood from Rory was to clip one claw too short. I felt really bad about that, but it worked.
The test only took a few minutes…
…But the result was very clear: Rory is blood type A. Most cats are Type A, so that’s just one hurdle cleared for Rory to have kittens.