First of all, the update so nobody gets too worried. I just called Terry and he said she's acting completely normal, if maybe just a bit more sleepy than usual.
On with the tail....
We had an unusually busy weekend this weekend. Besides the fact that we got a foot of snow and it was blizzard like conditions for parts of Saturday, we were not home most of the day. We were home in the evening and everything was normal except that CJ snuggled with Terry during our usual Saturday night movie instead of me. <pout, pout> But Peanut was acting completely normal, and even sat on the couch at the same time CJ was snuggling with her daddy! :eek:
Sunday morning she acted completely normal as I gave her her morning medicine and treat and then we headed out the door right away again, and weren't back until noon. She was sleeping when we got back - nothing different there - then we left again. This time when we came home, we had bought a new entertainment center with "some assembly required." :rolleyes: Normally when we buy anything like this, she's right there helping us. This time she didn't even lift her head off the couch. I thought it was a bit unusual and told Terry to poke her to make sure she was ok. She lifted her head when he poked, stretched, yawned, got up and went downstairs. It took us a couple hours to assemble and all this while she was laying in an odd spot on the living room floor - almost the same spot Tubby laid when he was sick. I still didn't think anything about it. We ate dinner and I brought her upstairs so she could help me with my homework. She laid under her heat lamp, just like normal.
I was totally frustrated with my homework, so I submitted it as is and said to <blank> with it and shut my computer down. At this time, Terry says "Are you sure Peanut's ok?" Now I really looked at her, and no, she wasn't ok! :eek: She was sleeping like she was totally exhausted and when I woke her up she had gunk in her eyes and she was drooling - she never has gunk in her eyes and she never drools! I tried to see if I could see anything in her mouth, but she wasn't cooperating. Terry mentioned taking her to the vet in the morning and I said "Nope, I'm on my way now!" He says "I'll go get dressed and warm up the car."
So back to the emergency vet we were at about a month ago with Tubby. Neither one of us like the place because the outcome last time wasn't good, and this time it was totally depressing. There was a lady there sobbing uncontrollably because she was about to loose her dog. I knew exactly what she was going through and I felt so bad for her, but this only reinforced the negative feelings both Terry and I had when we walked in. :(
Aaannnyyywaaay...to try and make this not quite so long, Terry and I both about dropped in relief when the first words out of the vet's mouth were "Good news." Whew! Ok, now that I'm done having a heart attack, what's the good news? ;) Turns out she either caught a slight upper respitory infection - more than likely from Jack - or she has an infected tooth that started really bothering her. The vet said Peanut wouldn't cooperate with letting the vet look at her teeth either, so she couldn't say for sure if that was the problem or the URI - and once she heard about Jack she was leaning more that way. She did have a slight fever.
So Peanut now gets a round of antibiotics to help knock out whatever it is, and she has an appointment this Saturday with our vet so he can check her teeth. I'm really hoping it's not her teeth and it's just a slight URI. She didn't want to each or drink much this morning, but last night after we brought her home, she went right for the food dish! I figured she was just like her daddy and needed some trauma food. ;) She then slept with me all night, and Terry says she seems to be doing fine now, so like I say, hopefully it's just a slight URI.
How am I doing you ask? I'm just exhausted! We didn't get home until almost midnight, and there was no way I could fall asleep, even though Peanut was comfortably curled up on my legs, purring away. I think I'm at a panicky stage. Any minor little thing and I'm rushing them to the vet because I don't want anything bad to happen. I immediately think the worse, and it doesn't help that Terry does the same. I really don't care about school and I really don't care about work. I just want two healthy cats in the house again....and I want Tubby back. I know I'm just tired and a little over emotional...but is this ever going to end......? :(
