Cuddles, Purrs and Antibiotics

Millie greeted me at the door when I got home from work today. : )

She is still moving slowly, and seeming very tired. I don't think she's eaten anything yet, but she has used the litter box--there was a LOT of urine in there. She's still hydrated, so that's good.

I just gave her the prescribed evening doses of meds. There's a white liquid that she has to have 1 cc of in the morning, and in the evening. There's a yellow liquid that she has to have 3 cc's of once a day. I just gave her both of those. She wasn't happy (and growled at me the second time I came at her mouth with a dropper), but she took both. She had a teensy bit of spit-up, but so far, no vomiting (knock on wood!). She's currently sitting in the hallway, pouting. I haven't met a cat yet who likes being forced to take medicine! I wiped her face with a damp rag and wiped down her body a little. Her bottom is very clean, which means she cleaned it well, and hasn't had any more diarrhea.

She spent some time on my lap here at the computer, purring and head-butting my hands. She seems very tired, but very happy to be home. I continue to hope that the meds will help, her appetite will return, and her energy bounce back to "normal nine-year-old kitty" levels.

In the mean time, Harley is actually being pretty good with her. If he gets too obnoxious, she hisses at him, but a few minutes ago, he licked her head and purred at her. She let him. It was very sweet.

And me? I'm exhausted. For starters, I didn't get the best sleep last night, so it will be early to bed again. I'm pretty much mentally checked out from school--the kids are on break in their minds, and so am I! I'm showing The Nutcracker Ballet to my 7th and 8th graders. The rest of the week should go by pretty quickly. Tomorrow I'm helping wrap presents at Barnes and Noble (Stockton Chorale gets donations) for a while, so I'll probably get a few books to read while I'm there. Thursday night I'll do a bit of pre-holiday cleaning, pack a little, and pick pajamas to wear the next day.

Friday is Pajama Day at school, so I'm thinking I'll wash my new Snoopy jammies from WalMart and wear those. They're warm, they're cute, and they're school-appropriate (i.e. not thread-bare, holey, or inappropriately thin). With a bra and tennis shoes, and my winter gear, I'll be set.

(By the way, I'm loving this cold weather. I've actually had NEED of my scarves, hats and gloves that I accumulated in England and Washington!)

Friday evening I'll go to the staff Christmas 'do at BJ's Bar and Grill, then come home and finish packing. Saturday morning, I'll pack both cats into the car and drive up to Mom and Dad's. Here's hoping Millie is feeling much more her normal self by then!

So there's good and there's worry. I've pretty much been on an emotional roller coaster since Friday, when I realized that Millie was really sick. The hospitalization drama combined with the extreme high of the Holiday Pops concert was...dizzying. Yesterday I worried all day, then felt elated to bring my girl home. "Exhausted" hardly seems the right word. I'm sleep-deprived, emotionally manic (Happy!! Sad. Exhilerated!!! Worried...and so on), and PMSing, to boot.

I just keep focusing on Saturday--when I can go to Mom and Dad's house and curl up under a rock for a few days.