My mother and I argued about whether or not “Dinky” was a dignified name for a cat, so I just declared her to be Dignity, or Diggy for short. The name seems to suit her.
It’s been a pretty rough day here, though, which is why I didn’t get back with pictures sooner. The diarrhea she’d been suffering from before has gotten worse, so that now she seems to just be constantly “leaking” a bit, though she still manages to get anything substantial in the litter box. She’s eating and drinking, which is all very good, but I had to remove her from my room, since I couldn’t keep the carpet and my bed clean. She crawled into bed with me last night and was very sweet, but because of her intestinal troubles the sheets and comforter will have to be cleaned.
For now, she’s in the bathroom, where she has her food (she loves her canned cat food), water, a litter box, a nice little nest to curl up in and frequent visits from me. She seems to appreciate those best of all, and purrs like a jet engine. She’s very fond of wrapping herself around my hand, or curling into a little ball, and generally acting like a boneless little squid.
When she was feeling better earlier, though, I took her into the kitchen with me to explore a bit and got a couple of pictures:
And this is the wicked Harley Quinn, from whom Diggy is still quarantined:
And the late, lamented Clancy, with my niece:
I’ll be calling the vet again tomorrow. Hopefully by then she’ll have recovered somewhat. A friend of mine suggested giving her a combination of chicken, squash and soft brown rice to help with the diarrhea, but I don’t want to introduce anything new to her diet until I’ve talked to the vet.
