Cat Daddy and I had a long discussion about the right time to take Louis Catorze to the vet, because investigating the sneezing would require a general anaesthetic and that is not something that we feel should ever be undertaken lightly.
However, Catorze scared us witless when his usual breathy post-drink wheezing – a bizarre but utterly harmless quirk of his – sounded more like that awful mating fox yelp that sometimes wakes us Londoners in the night. And, when I checked his face again on Tuesday morning, I could see that his right nostril was somehow enlarged and misshapen. We know our cats’ faces like we know our own, don’t we, so we knew then that it was time.
Cat Daddy took Sa Majesté to the vet that morning and, as luck would have it, he had a sneezing fit in front of her so she was able to see it properly. He was sedated and thoroughly examined, only to discover no blockage whatsoever. It turns out that the little sod is likely to have a viral infection, and the cure is Metacam anti-inflammatory (which, apparently, tastes like chicken) along with … a series of steam sessions to help clear his nasal passages. I’m not joking. “Just turn on the hot taps in the bathroom and shut the door,” is what we were told.
Cat Daddy afterwards: “So it’s cost us £300 to send him on a jolly day out and to find out that he basically has a cold? And now we’ve got to give him tasty meds and a luxury spa treatment? Who does he think he is: royalty?”
Mais bien sûr.
And, to add insult to injury yet again, not only was the little sod super-affectionate and flirtatious with the veterinary staff all day long, but he also stopped sneezing. Since his procedure there hasn’t been so much as a sniff, neither at the veterinary surgery nor here at home. So we have been left feeling hugely relieved but also quite annoyed, and Le Royal Sick Fund is sitting in a corner, crying, after the battering it has received. And Cat Daddy and I may well go and join in.
Here is Le Roi just after he returned home, displaying his macho shaven arm like a tattoo sleeve. Quel. Fichu. Salaud.
At least, the very least, that’s a gorgeous photo of Sa Majesté.
And, well, he is loved and well loved by many hundreds or more and well taken care of by staff.
LikeLiked by 3 people
He sure gives you a lot of adventures!
LikeLiked by 2 people
And a lot of headaches. What an absolute idiot he is.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovable and sweet as long as you are not trying to medicate him!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on Janet's Thread 2.
LikeLiked by 2 people
It’s more Le Roi gold for the book…… 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think you have accidentally identified the real problem… Le Roi loves the Vet and is quite willing to go to great lengths to engineer a visit!
LikeLiked by 3 people
He looks as high as a kite! All those drugs…..Get well soon Louis.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Poor you, we have a similar dilemma here. Dental issues and we have in date medication from one of the other cats dental operation. Torn, do we go spend £££s to get the same medicine or give him the unopened meds and metcalm???
LikeLiked by 1 person
oh i so needed this , this morning! it is possible of course that whatever they did cleared whatever it was…..
LikeLiked by 1 person
We really didn’t need this at all. We needed the £300. What a little sod.
LikeLike
“Jolly day out”!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Kitties be like “Silly humans using money.” Humans be like “Silly cat doesn’t understand money.” Money is all like “I’m a whore, pass me around to whomever!”
LikeLiked by 1 person