A cat, a vet and whole heatwave of trouble.

Oh lil guy has been fighting this week, not other cats, but something that hit him hard and made him very poorly. What was thought as a reaction to a tick bite, turned into something a lil more serious. Heatstroke. He'd become seriously dehydrated after both a vomiting bug, and the fact his appetite had left him totally. At the same time, the hottest day so far, his poor body couldn't take much more. An urgent dash to the PDSA vets and an overnighter on a drip the only answer, along with tests and serious tlc, along with anti nausea meds.

Of course as his owners both my son and i were very scared, we knew he is was very poorly, and the outcome was uncertain. Our lil guy may drive us mad sometimes but he is much loved and so part of this little family, it seemed an empty house without him.

So as we settled to a cat-less night, the heat continued , a very muggy night where even fans blew warm air and ice melted far quicker than was helpful, we settle down for the night, before being woken by the most spectacular thunderstorm i think we'd ever seen, or heard! The lightening was flashing on/off/on/off  so quickly that it was impossible to count between them and the rumbles of thunder that echoed around us. My son very scared, hugging to me, hoping i could take the big bangs away and make the lightening stop. Even myself, not the biggest fan of these storms, was uncertain as to quite what was above our heads, the brightness of each flash was beyond anything i'd seen in a very long time, and the noise was certainly enough to make most people jump. And through all of this, we were hoping our lil guy was ok, that he was resting and not too scared.

That storm passed, and the morning was fresher than it had been in a while, and thoughts turned to finding out how our little guy was. The phonecall to tell us the news, the outcome. To our delight, the news was good, near the middle of the day, we could bring him home, with medicine and the 4 days inside rule. Seeing him in that basket, that first meow as he saw me, it melts the heart, and we were so glad to see his loving face, the meow of happiness, the meows of what had happened, and the meows of don't leave me again.
And now at home, he rests, curled up, dreaming of chicken or tuna, his bland only diet to be his choice for the next few days and we smile knowing our family is together again.