Thanks to everyone for all the good wishes. It was a tonic to be able to lie out in the hammock and just sleep (despite the mosquitos--must get that net). I was a lot wobblier from the anaesthetic than I expected to be.
Now that GIlbert has his new medication and new food, of course somethign had to go wrogn with someone else, and this time it was Phineas. Finn, the quiet, mild-mannered, hardly ever meeps cat started hissing at Gilbert (OK, so he may have smelled funny coming back from the vet, but Finn has never doen that before) and then began a series of *fights* with Nicholas, not the usual "kittens wrestling around chomping and kicking each others" fights, but serious, biting and clawing, yowling and hissing matches. At first I thought Nick was starting it, but when I broke them up, *Finn* went off *chasing* Nicholas, jumped him again, and started making horrible noises as he attacked him. I tried to put Finn in one of the cat carriers for a timeout, as it were, and he turned into a bobcat, fighting and strugging (I realized afterwards that it was the carrier I'd put GIlbert in to go to the vet, and he may have peed in it, whihc would have made it really nasty--sorry, Finn!)
Melissa took a look at him (thank goodness for having someone with vet experience in the house!) and said he didn't seem to be injured in any way, just really, really freaked out. She figured something had scared the **** out of him, and that caused him to be crazy and ultra-aggressive. A fox may have come up to the house, or a racoon or something; the ground-level windows can be a drawback sometimes.
He seems somewhat better this morning, not so wild (his eyes were about as dilated as they could get), but he's still being very skittish. Poor kitty! :-(
We did have time to play a game of Traders of Genoa last night, which M got just recently. It's fun! I'm looking forward to playing it again, maybe with even more people.
And, thanks to C &M being accomodating, I was able to get the car into the shop, finally. At Chri's suggestion, I took it to Merchant's, who do alignments as well as minor maintenance service. Hopefully it's not irrepairable...
Now that GIlbert has his new medication and new food, of course somethign had to go wrogn with someone else, and this time it was Phineas. Finn, the quiet, mild-mannered, hardly ever meeps cat started hissing at Gilbert (OK, so he may have smelled funny coming back from the vet, but Finn has never doen that before) and then began a series of *fights* with Nicholas, not the usual "kittens wrestling around chomping and kicking each others" fights, but serious, biting and clawing, yowling and hissing matches. At first I thought Nick was starting it, but when I broke them up, *Finn* went off *chasing* Nicholas, jumped him again, and started making horrible noises as he attacked him. I tried to put Finn in one of the cat carriers for a timeout, as it were, and he turned into a bobcat, fighting and strugging (I realized afterwards that it was the carrier I'd put GIlbert in to go to the vet, and he may have peed in it, whihc would have made it really nasty--sorry, Finn!)
Melissa took a look at him (thank goodness for having someone with vet experience in the house!) and said he didn't seem to be injured in any way, just really, really freaked out. She figured something had scared the **** out of him, and that caused him to be crazy and ultra-aggressive. A fox may have come up to the house, or a racoon or something; the ground-level windows can be a drawback sometimes.
He seems somewhat better this morning, not so wild (his eyes were about as dilated as they could get), but he's still being very skittish. Poor kitty! :-(
We did have time to play a game of Traders of Genoa last night, which M got just recently. It's fun! I'm looking forward to playing it again, maybe with even more people.
And, thanks to C &M being accomodating, I was able to get the car into the shop, finally. At Chri's suggestion, I took it to Merchant's, who do alignments as well as minor maintenance service. Hopefully it's not irrepairable...