Answer: A kitten having sneezing fits.
Particularly when said kitten is still small enough for her tiny sneezes to blow her backward.
Little Miss Mashka started sneezing yesterday, and it got to the point where she woke me up last night with a sneezing fit (she was sleeping next to my neck.) Then, when we woke up, her left eye was glued shut (ew). And while a sneezing and snotty kitten is surprisingly cute, I'm pretty worried. I know upper respiratory infections can be very bad for little cats, so I'll be taking her to the vet. Vets here are open 24hours and surprisingly inexpensive. We would know, because Koshka, as it turns out, had a parasite, a fact we discovered when she vomited all over Kira's laundry. Then the doormat. Then on the laundry again. Poor thing needs medicine about four times a day.
And now the other one.
It occurs to me that our kittens are like that annoying, sickly, snot-nosy little weenie kid from elementary school. You know the one I mean. He was always out first in dodgeball and peed himself on the fieldtrip to Lower Fort Garry? There was one in every class.
There are two in our apartment.
I'm actually afraid to take them out, for fear the other, cooler cats steal their Whiskas and do that "Why you hitting yourself?" thing. At which point Koshka will go hide in a cupboard, and Mashka will stand on top of my left foot and cry until I pick her up.
Little Miss Mashka started sneezing yesterday, and it got to the point where she woke me up last night with a sneezing fit (she was sleeping next to my neck.) Then, when we woke up, her left eye was glued shut (ew). And while a sneezing and snotty kitten is surprisingly cute, I'm pretty worried. I know upper respiratory infections can be very bad for little cats, so I'll be taking her to the vet. Vets here are open 24hours and surprisingly inexpensive. We would know, because Koshka, as it turns out, had a parasite, a fact we discovered when she vomited all over Kira's laundry. Then the doormat. Then on the laundry again. Poor thing needs medicine about four times a day.
And now the other one.
It occurs to me that our kittens are like that annoying, sickly, snot-nosy little weenie kid from elementary school. You know the one I mean. He was always out first in dodgeball and peed himself on the fieldtrip to Lower Fort Garry? There was one in every class.
There are two in our apartment.
I'm actually afraid to take them out, for fear the other, cooler cats steal their Whiskas and do that "Why you hitting yourself?" thing. At which point Koshka will go hide in a cupboard, and Mashka will stand on top of my left foot and cry until I pick her up.
*sigh*
I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, feel soothed by the picture of me and Mashka pretending to be mad at each other for the camera. Haha! Aren't we hilarious?
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