Nanki-Poo's new "bed"

Nanki-Poo pulled the worst BCT ever!

First, to set the stage:

As of yesterday, he has found a new place to lie - in the litter box. That
seemed a bit strange to me. He was there for an hour or so yesterday, and
for several hours today.

When I fed them, he came out into the kitchen, but didn't go near his dish
when he put it down. Then he gradually moved closer and closer to Lindy,
watching her eat. I could tell she was getting uneasy, so I picked him up
and put him by his dish. Then he started eating.

When I went in the bathroom, there was a puddle by the box. Apparently Lindy
had gone in there to use it, but Nanki-Poo was lying in it. He had obviously
used it before he went into the kitchen.

My sister called, and I was telling her about his behavior. She wondered if
he weren't punishing me for something. Suddenly I put 2 + 2 together. I
remembered the way he almost stalked Lindy at her food dish, and the puddle
by the box.

I remembered that Lindy got out twice yesterday, and was out for several
hours all together. I'll bet she taunted him with the fact that she had been
outside and he hadn't, and he was getting revenge, mostly by keeping her out
of the litter box.

Now for the BCT:

This morning I got up to go to the loo about 6:30. When I went in there,
Nanki was curled up in the litter box, with his face on the litter. He was
lying so still I touched him to see if he was breathing. I thought he was,
so I stroked him a little. He didn't move! I was sure he was either dead or
in a coma. I picked him up, and he moved, so I knew he was alive, at least.
I took him back to bed with me, and he just laid there next to me for a
while. He breathed really hard for about a minute, then his breathing was
normal, but my ear was against him and his heart seemed to be racing.
Eventually, he did his usual but of climbing on top of me. He really, really
didn't want to let me get up. Every time I turned or moved to get up, he'd
shift his position so he was still on top of me. He stayed on the bed when I
got up, but by the time I finished breakfast, he was back in the litter box.
He's been there most of the day.


--
Joy

Don't believe everything you think

"Joy"
Nanki-Poo pulled the worst BCT ever!

First, to set the stage:

As of yesterday, he has found a new place to lie - in the litter box. That
seemed a bit strange to me. He was there for an hour or so yesterday, and
for several hours today.

When I fed them, he came out into the kitchen, but didn't go near his dish
when he put it down. Then he gradually moved closer and closer to Lindy,
watching her eat. I could tell she was getting uneasy, so I picked him up
and put him by his dish. Then he started eating.

When I went in the bathroom, there was a puddle by the box. Apparently
Lindy had gone in there to use it, but Nanki-Poo was lying in it. He had
obviously used it before he went into the kitchen.

My sister called, and I was telling her about his behavior. She wondered
if he weren't punishing me for something. Suddenly I put 2 + 2 together. I
remembered the way he almost stalked Lindy at her food dish, and the
puddle by the box.

I remembered that Lindy got out twice yesterday, and was out for several
hours all together. I'll bet she taunted him with the fact that she had
been outside and he hadn't, and he was getting revenge, mostly by keeping
her out of the litter box.

Now for the BCT:

This morning I got up to go to the loo about 6:30. When I went in there,
Nanki was curled up in the litter box, with his face on the litter. He was
lying so still I touched him to see if he was breathing. I thought he was,
so I stroked him a little. He didn't move! I was sure he was either dead
or in a coma. I picked him up, and he moved, so I knew he was alive, at
least. I took him back to bed with me, and he just laid there next to me
for a while. He breathed really hard for about a minute, then his
breathing was normal, but my ear was against him and his heart seemed to
be racing. Eventually, he did his usual but of climbing on top of me. He
really, really didn't want to let me get up. Every time I turned or moved
to get up, he'd shift his position so he was still on top of me. He stayed
on the bed when I got up, but by the time I finished breakfast, he was
back in the litter box. He's been there most of the day.


--
Joy

Don't believe everything you think

Joy, I was thinking about you and Nanki-Poo last night, IDK what to advise
you to do about him being in the litterbox all the time, except to get
another one for Lindy?.
Poor Nanki-Poo.

Nanki-Poo, stop doing that this instant..you have your meowmie worried.

Joy, please send me an e-mail to my 'workable' Yahoo addy

Love, purrs and HUGS for everything to be okay.
Kyla

"Kylatte =^. .^=`" wrote in message
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"Joy"
Nanki-Poo pulled the worst BCT ever!

First, to set the stage:

As of yesterday, he has found a new place to lie - in the litter box.
That seemed a bit strange to me. He was there for an hour or so
yesterday, and for several hours today.

When I fed them, he came out into the kitchen, but didn't go near his
dish when he put it down. Then he gradually moved closer and closer to
Lindy, watching her eat. I could tell she was getting uneasy, so I picked
him up and put him by his dish. Then he started eating.

When I went in the bathroom, there was a puddle by the box. Apparently
Lindy had gone in there to use it, but Nanki-Poo was lying in it. He had
obviously used it before he went into the kitchen.

My sister called, and I was telling her about his behavior. She wondered
if he weren't punishing me for something. Suddenly I put 2 + 2 together.
I remembered the way he almost stalked Lindy at her food dish, and the
puddle by the box.

I remembered that Lindy got out twice yesterday, and was out for several
hours all together. I'll bet she taunted him with the fact that she had
been outside and he hadn't, and he was getting revenge, mostly by keeping
her out of the litter box.

Now for the BCT:

This morning I got up to go to the loo about 6:30. When I went in there,
Nanki was curled up in the litter box, with his face on the litter. He
was lying so still I touched him to see if he was breathing. I thought he
was, so I stroked him a little. He didn't move! I was sure he was either
dead or in a coma. I picked him up, and he moved, so I knew he was alive,
at least. I took him back to bed with me, and he just laid there next to
me for a while. He breathed really hard for about a minute, then his
breathing was normal, but my ear was against him and his heart seemed to
be racing. Eventually, he did his usual but of climbing on top of me. He
really, really didn't want to let me get up. Every time I turned or moved
to get up, he'd shift his position so he was still on top of me. He
stayed on the bed when I got up, but by the time I finished breakfast, he
was back in the litter box. He's been there most of the day.


--
Joy

Don't believe everything you think

Joy, I was thinking about you and Nanki-Poo last night, IDK what to advise
you to do about him being in the litterbox all the time, except to get
another one for Lindy?.
Poor Nanki-Poo.

Yes, I had a litterbox in the garage, so I brought one in and showed it to
Lindy. She was not impressed. ;-)

Nanki-Poo, stop doing that this instant..you have your meowmie worried.

Joy, please send me an e-mail to my 'workable' Yahoo addy

Love, purrs and HUGS for everything to be okay.
Kyla

Okay.

Joy

Joy, I was thinking about you and Nanki-Poo last night, IDK what to
advise you to do about him being in the litterbox all the time, except to
get another one for Lindy?.
Poor Nanki-Poo.

Yes, I had a litterbox in the garage, so I brought one in and showed it to
Lindy. She was not impressed. ;-)

Cats!!!!

Nanki-Poo, stop doing that this instant..you have your meowmie worried.

Joy, please send me an e-mail to my 'workable' Yahoo addy

Love, purrs and HUGS for everything to be okay.
Kyla

Okay.

Joy

Got it and replied.
((((((((JOY))))))
Kyla

Joy wrote:

This morning I got up to go to the loo about 6:30. When I went in there,
Nanki was curled up in the litter box, with his face on the litter. He was
lying so still I touched him to see if he was breathing. I thought he was,
so I stroked him a little. He didn't move! I was sure he was either dead or
in a coma. I picked him up, and he moved, so I knew he was alive, at least.
I took him back to bed with me, and he just laid there next to me for a
while. He breathed really hard for about a minute, then his breathing was
normal, but my ear was against him and his heart seemed to be racing.
Eventually, he did his usual but of climbing on top of me. He really, really
didn't want to let me get up. Every time I turned or moved to get up, he'd
shift his position so he was still on top of me. He stayed on the bed when I
got up, but by the time I finished breakfast, he was back in the litter box.
He's been there most of the day.

Cancer treatment is pretty harsh and very hard on the body. It'll probably
be a while before he's back to normal. I don't mean that something is
seriously wrong with him, but his body probably feels out of whack.

I don't know why he's sleeping in the cat litter, though!

--
Joyce

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Joy wrote:

This morning I got up to go to the loo about 6:30. When I went in there,
Nanki was curled up in the litter box, with his face on the litter. He
was
lying so still I touched him to see if he was breathing. I thought he
was,
so I stroked him a little. He didn't move! I was sure he was either dead
or
in a coma. I picked him up, and he moved, so I knew he was alive, at
least.
I took him back to bed with me, and he just laid there next to me for a
while. He breathed really hard for about a minute, then his breathing
was
normal, but my ear was against him and his heart seemed to be racing.
Eventually, he did his usual but of climbing on top of me. He really,
really
didn't want to let me get up. Every time I turned or moved to get up,
he'd
shift his position so he was still on top of me. He stayed on the bed
when I
got up, but by the time I finished breakfast, he was back in the litter
box.
He's been there most of the day.

Cancer treatment is pretty harsh and very hard on the body. It'll probably
be a while before he's back to normal. I don't mean that something is
seriously wrong with him, but his body probably feels out of whack.

I don't know why he's sleeping in the cat litter, though!

--
Joyce

He has an appointment to have his stitches out on Tuesday, but I'm going to
call tomorrow to see if I can't take him in sooner. His last blood test
showed he was somewhat anemic, but the doctor said that could be from the
radiation. So anemia could be one possible cause. There's also the
possibility that he's depressed because he can't go outside. The gophers
are having a field day with him cooped up in the house.

Joy

Joy wrote:

He has an appointment to have his stitches out on Tuesday, but I'm going to
call tomorrow to see if I can't take him in sooner. His last blood test
showed he was somewhat anemic, but the doctor said that could be from the
radiation. So anemia could be one possible cause. There's also the
possibility that he's depressed because he can't go outside. The gophers
are having a field day with him cooped up in the house.

Poor guy! And he's probably frustrated and bored, which doesn't seem to
bode well for Lindy. I hope he'll be able to go out again when he's better.

Purrs!

--
Joyce

To email me, remove the triple-X from my user name. ^..^

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Joy wrote:

He has an appointment to have his stitches out on Tuesday, but I'm going
to
call tomorrow to see if I can't take him in sooner. His last blood test
showed he was somewhat anemic, but the doctor said that could be from
the
radiation. So anemia could be one possible cause. There's also the
possibility that he's depressed because he can't go outside. The
gophers
are having a field day with him cooped up in the house.

Poor guy! And he's probably frustrated and bored, which doesn't seem to
bode well for Lindy. I hope he'll be able to go out again when he's
better.

Purrs!

--
Joyce

Thanks, Joyce. Once his neck heals, he should be able to go out. I suppose
it would heal faster if I'd put the cone on him, but he's already miserable
without it. I can't bring myself to do that. It is healing, though.

Joy

wrote:
Joy wrote:

He really, really didn't want to let me get up. Every time I turned
or moved to get up, he'd shift his position so he was still on top
of me. He stayed on the bed when I got up, but by the time I
finished breakfast, he was back in the litter box. He's been there
most of the day.

Cancer treatment is pretty harsh and very hard on the body. It'll
probably be a while before he's back to normal. I don't mean that
something is seriously wrong with him, but his body probably feels
out of whack.

I don't know why he's sleeping in the cat litter, though!


It's probably as you say, he's feeling out of whack. When I first started
boarding Persia to travel they told me she'd often sleep in the (clean)
litter box. There was plenty of room in the kennel and a nice soft bed, but
she chose the litterbox. She eventually stopped sleeping in it.

Purrs continue for Nanki-Poo.

Jill

"jmcquown" wrote in message
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wrote:
Joy wrote:

He really, really didn't want to let me get up. Every time I turned
or moved to get up, he'd shift his position so he was still on top
of me. He stayed on the bed when I got up, but by the time I
finished breakfast, he was back in the litter box. He's been there
most of the day.

Cancer treatment is pretty harsh and very hard on the body. It'll
probably be a while before he's back to normal. I don't mean that
something is seriously wrong with him, but his body probably feels
out of whack.

I don't know why he's sleeping in the cat litter, though!


It's probably as you say, he's feeling out of whack. When I first started
boarding Persia to travel they told me she'd often sleep in the (clean)
litter box. There was plenty of room in the kennel and a nice soft bed,
but she chose the litterbox. She eventually stopped sleeping in it.

Purrs continue for Nanki-Poo.

Jill

Thank you, Jill. I'm taking him to the vet in a couple of hours, just to be
on the safe side.

Joy