Remember the long-haired brother of Arwen? He kinda looks like a skinny grey and white Arwen :) (it's the one on the right ;))

Well, some time ago I got a call from his owners. He wasn't eating and was vomitting all over the place. I told them if it wasn't over the next day, they should see the vet. And they did. Unfortunately, the vet diagnosed the cat with bowl obstruction and referred them to a clinic.

There they were told that he needed an operation. The next day, they went to pick him up. He was not to jump or stretch for at least a week, but they didn't give them a cage to keep him in. I happened to have an appointment with them that evening, for a social call, so I was there the evening he came home. I called my old clinic and they were able to pick up a cage there, so they could sleep more easy, knowing Merry couldn't hurt himself. The cat was also still incredibly drowsy and a little cold, both signs of either sedation, or internal bleeding. I called their vet to hear what he had had that day, since the operation had been the day before and the sedation should've worn off. Luckily, they confirmed that he had had morfine which caused his disorientation.

The next day, a new problem presented itself. Merry refused to eat, and in his condition, they needed to get as much food in him as possible. So I went to my old clinic and picked up some A/D, which is used to get animals to fatten fast or recover swiftly after surgery. He wasn't able to resist the smell of it ;) And we were off to a good start. The next day, I babysat him (his owners had a prior commitment they really couldn't get out of), as he wasn't to be left alone till they were sure he was recovering ok.

The sequel of the 'Three Musketeers' has been posted. This time we find out for real what happened to those tiny little balls of fur I brought home from work. As much as I loved them, I had to find a solution before they grew up, which was fast. I couldn't possibly keep six grown cats in this apartment. But it turned out the kittens knew exactly what to do ;)

As our sweeties grew, we were presented with a problem…We had decided to go on holiday that year, for the very first time, and we were to visit my grandparents in Spain. But, now I had brought home these little fluff balls, which needed not only feeding but medicating as well, we were in trouble.

Luckily, living not too far from us, we had two very understanding friends. A couple who had agreed already to take care of our three adult cats, and who had two cats of their own (which I helped pick ;)). They were up to the challenge of nurturing and medicating these gremlins for about a week.
Before I left, I told them:” Do not fall in love with them, we will come and claim them within a week.”

When it was time to leave them at their place, I had some severe separation-anxiety issues to work through. I finally managed to tear myself away from the three helpless fuzz balls I had been entrusted with three weeks ago and went home. Feeling immensely guilty, I left for Spain.

It took me two days to stop worrying about them and feeling guilty for abandoning them, but I finally managed to enjoy my much needed and deserved holiday. I occasionally got a message telling me they were fine.

When we got back I picked them up as soon as possible, only to find my friends facing the same problem I had had before leaving: they did not want to part from those fuzzy little creatures. Eventually I was able to pry them out of their arms, which was accompanied with a lot of sobbing and ‘last cuddles’. We were home again and I was once again charged and up to the task.