DiaRira

Life with a purebred cat is interesting. They are so pretty, yet so dumb. You wonder if you made the right trade… I inherited my cat. Rira is a persnickety purebred Chocolate Seal Point Himalayan cat, complete with papers and a finicky stomach. Her first owners had her declawed on advisement of their vet after a couple close encounters with their daughter’s eyes. I don’t think they or I would ever consider declawing another cat, but since it’s done, I have to say Rira may not have survived this long with me with more sharp pointy things at her disposal. 
 
I have a temperature foot. This is the foot I throw on top of my covers while I sleep to regulate my heat. It works well…unless you have a cat who thinks your temperature foot, if it happens to peek over the mattress, is the enemy. Poor Rira…and poor my foot, but one night, a few years ago, my temperature foot was ambushed, and it instinctively kicked (rather violently) trying to escape from it’s attacker. I woke up to pain and the sound of my cat hitting the opposite wall of the bedroom.  
 
Evidently, her tooth stuck in my foot and the kick kind of sling-shotted her elsewhere. I was half asleep and enraged, so I not so kindly threw her into the bathroom and tried to go back to sleep, but for the throbbing pain coming from my foot. When I finally turned on a light, I met the cut that would become the scar I would wear for a few years, and I realised that Rira had no clue why she was in the bathroom. Cat’s being the wonder-brains that they are, I’m sure she was thinking (if she thought), “I was thrown against the wall and then she locked me in the bathroom. I must remember not to hit the wall anymore.” 
 
I am writing about Rira right now because I am waiting for 2:15 when I will take her to a new vet (new because the old vet is over an hour away since I moved) to address the current ailment which is how she got her nick name: DiaRira. Yes, my cat has the runs. She’s thenthitive.  
 
Rira used to suffer from this condition regularly until I found a food that wasn’t too harsh on her poor purebred system. Over the past few years I haven’t had to take her in for much more than vaccinations and teeth cleaning, so I guess she wanted to make this one worth the wait. 
 
Let’s just, for the sake of our stomachs, say that there is blood involved and that worried me, so instead of trekking to Port Costa to learn how to knit and get hyggelig with my Danish family, I get to transport DiaRira to the vet and give someone lots of money to make her bowels shut up. 
 
Just thought I’d share. 
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