Cat is finally claw-trimmed. She had lots of ingrown ones and it seems to have been part of my bad mood spiral lately -- I can tell she's in pain, I can tell why, I keep imagining it, and it won't go away because she fights us if we try and trim 'em. She even fought the vet, this evening, as they held her down and clipped those nails. She's never done that before -- even when very uncomfy and upset at the painful and confusing things they do to her, Kimiko usually keeps it to a bit of unhappy mewing. Not this time -- it's lucky that we were able to get all her claws trimmed at all given how hard she was fighting.
She's walking normally again. She doesn't have that distinctive urge to seek out an unpleasant sort of ergonomic balance. I just...argh, I feel like a terrible person for letting it get this bad, and I feel like I've been suffering quietly alongside her this whole time and only now is it getting to leak out. Part of the problem was that Tess heard me talk about how much it bothered me and downplayed its importance because she was concerned about money. Well, the cat can't complain verbally to her so she has to rely on her ability to read feline body language, which is...marginal. :\ She assumed I was just fretting over the cat, when in fact it was a bit worse than that.
At least it's over with. We've got a schedule now for regular nail-trims so that this never happens again. Kimi and I are both visibly de-stressing now. My poor little kitteh! It does the heart good to see her passed out by the space heater now, in a luxurious position that's been too uncomfy for her to adopt until getting trimmed, basking in the warmth. Antibiotics are being administered in her food, and hopefully soon she'll be feeling better.
She's walking normally again. She doesn't have that distinctive urge to seek out an unpleasant sort of ergonomic balance. I just...argh, I feel like a terrible person for letting it get this bad, and I feel like I've been suffering quietly alongside her this whole time and only now is it getting to leak out. Part of the problem was that Tess heard me talk about how much it bothered me and downplayed its importance because she was concerned about money. Well, the cat can't complain verbally to her so she has to rely on her ability to read feline body language, which is...marginal. :\ She assumed I was just fretting over the cat, when in fact it was a bit worse than that.
At least it's over with. We've got a schedule now for regular nail-trims so that this never happens again. Kimi and I are both visibly de-stressing now. My poor little kitteh! It does the heart good to see her passed out by the space heater now, in a luxurious position that's been too uncomfy for her to adopt until getting trimmed, basking in the warmth. Antibiotics are being administered in her food, and hopefully soon she'll be feeling better.