I mentioned in my last post that I had to medicate my cat. Ugh! Miraculously she is “speaking” to me again. For those of you who have cats you understand what I mean. For several days during the week that we had to medicate her, Miss Kitty would not look at me. She would deign to come up on the bed or the couch in my presence, however she let me know she was not happy by sitting with her backside facing me while staring at the wall. Her “motor” did not run. Not a purr could be heard all week. Miss Kitty would come into a room that I was in, but only to let me know that I was persona non grata as far as she was concerned. Basically she was ignoring me, but wanting to be sure that I understood I was being ignored. Normally when I stand in the kitchen or come home at the end of the day the cat rubs her little self against my ankles, making sure that her scent as well as her fur is all over my pant’s leg. She came at the sound of her food bowl being filled, and occasionally when I tried calling her she would poke her head around the corner to at least look into the room that I was in.
Miss Kitty’s behavior went back and forth from passive aggressive to downright hostile depending on how close it was to medication time. However I understood where she was coming from. I am the mother of a teenager, so there is nothing that the cat can throw at me that I can’t handle.
This behavior lasted until 2 days after we stopped having to give her the Clindomyacin.
Miss Kitty survived and so did I.
I am happy to report that harmony has once again been restored. The cat gleefully jumps up on my bed at night, when she is not sleeping with the dog that is, and lays across my back, my side or whatever spot my sleeping position allows and purrs herself silly.
The company of my cat was something I sorely missed. I’m glad she’s back.
Tags: cat, clindomyacin, medication
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