missmoppets cottage

Miss Moppet is now 7 years old. We didn’t have much of a celebration. She slept a good part of the day. I gave her some catnip which she devoured in an instant. Tinned tuna cat food for breakfast and dinner.

I took the neighbour’s cat some catnip too. Miss M will be seeing the vet tomorrow. I need to give her gabapentin, a calming med, tonight and tomorrow. And then get her into my sewing room to await her examination.

The vet will not be too pleased that I haven’t done much housework since the last visit. Or that I did not administer the flea medicine. I reread the vet’s notes yesterday. Or perhaps read them for the first time. I forget. If Miss M has allergies it may be a grim time ahead with diet experiments and so on.

And I suppose a sort of worst case scenario is that I can’t get her into the sewing room, even with the gabapentin. In which case I will be thankful that now she trusts me enough that one day I will be able to cram her into the cage and haul her to the vet.

Meanwhile I am enjoying my close moments with her. She likes her space, but she spends time on my lap, visits me in bed, and sits close by often when I am at the computer or playing music on my keyboard. A bad experience tomorrow may set us back a bit.