The Cutest Thing

I saw the cutest/funniest looking dog the other day. It was pretty large, with a grey and extremely fluffy coat, and a handsome pointy face. I’m not exactly sure what breed it was, but my guess would be a cross between a husky and bag of cotton wool.

The Thing About Muci…

…is that he’s now an indoor cat.

Unwillingly so.

Earlier this year, I wrote about how Muci was always falling ill, and how he would have a series of vomiting spells. This went on for roughly half a year, where Muci would fall ill almost every month, and every time he fell ill, he would be vomiting up to five times a day, every day. He would lose his appetite and with an empty stomach, he would throw up blood and saliva.

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Muci’s Ill Again

We seem to be going to the vet almost on a monthly basis nowadays. Muci’s had another one of his vomiting spells. It started with a loss of appetite yesterday morning – he showed no interest in either his wet or dry food. He wasn’t interested in going out at all, and spent the entire day at home. I could tell he wasn’t feeling too well, because he spent most of the day awake and in what I’ve come to identify as his “tummy ache position” – his legs curled up beneath him and his head upright. I hoped it would quickly pass, but later that night he vomited, and again this morning at 5.30am. Tinged with blood. Time to call the vet.

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We Need Pet Insurance

We live in a quiet neighbourhood. After 8pm you can hardly hear a sound, despite being right next to what can be considered a main street.

A couple of weeks ago, however, that peace and serenity was broken…

…by the sound of a retching cat.

Muci had somehow caught a mysterious bug, and the poor thing was vomiting for three days. He was very considerate about it, actually; most of the time, he avoided throwing up on the carpets.

Good boy, Muci.

If I had to leave the house to run errands or go to class, I had to be especially careful when I returned, checking each room and scanning the floor for cat puke. The way one would scan the ground when walking in a minefield.

Having a sick cat in the household can throw your routine off slightly, in addition to the worry it entails, and it helped to have supportive friends around. Three friends were particularly helpful, and I wouldn’t have been able to survive those three days without them. Suffice to say, we’re friends for life.

Allow me to introduce them to you…


Don’t ever leave me, Mr KitchenTowel and Mr & Mrs Swiffer. Ever.

In addition to, or perhaps because of, the vomiting, he wasn’t eating.

At all.

So off to the vet we went.

After a blood test and an X-ray, the vet still couldn’t find out what was wrong with him. So he was put on a drip and was “warded” at the vet’s overnight, until he started eating again.

Thankfully he was able to come home late the next day, and judging by the dirty look he gave his carrier, he was just as relieved about it as I was.



He slowly recovered over the next few days, and was soon back to his old self. Normal life resumed.

End of story.

Or so I thought.

Just a few days ago, peace and tranquility was once again broken…

…by a sneezing cat.

We now have a sniffling white furball in the house, walking around the house with a pack of tissues in his front paw.


Have you ever heard a cat sneeze? I have, and it makes me laugh, every time.

Yes, compassionate is my middle name.

It looks like Muci’s immune system needs a boost. Maybe I’ll sneak an echinacea capsule in his food tomorrow. Or give him a sip of a vitamin-packed green smoothie in the mornings.


Just don’t tell the vet, ok?