Let’s talk about our cat

A few months ago I discovered a cat had been a huge asset to someone with MND and wanted one myself.  So we got Charlie.

He was a rescue cat, just over a year old and had had to given up due to a child’s exzema.  He was also neutered. We looked at other cats there.  Most were sleeping but Charlie was very good at selling himself.  I wrote about our slightly clandestine approach to make sure we got him here. He is definitely a people cat.  He likes to be with us as much as possible.

We got Charlie a bed in case he wanted to hide away.  He has never used it.  Hiding away isn’t something that appeals to him.  People do though.  I think I can show you a photo of our cat two days after we got him.  I think you can say Charlie was relaxed.

One of my sisters in law suggested writing about Charlie.  Of course it won’t just be about him.  I wrote about serious stuff last time but this is really light relief.  Alas we don’t think our cat is very clever.  But he does have enormous fun inside the house trying to leap up and catch leaves blowing outside.  He makes up for it by being very sweet natured.  Most of the time.  He is with me as I don’t torment him.

We have a piano downstairs and Charlie has had a few accidents as he slithers off the lid.  He hasn’t yet mastered that trying to trot across a slope doesn’t work.  Especially when it is smooth and shiny.

I like the fact that it doesn’t matter to Charlie that I can’t talk and spend most of the time with folded kitchen tissue in my mouth.  He still makes use of my lap frequently.  And he is lovely and warm as I get cold recently.

I don’t remember the first cat my family had which is a bit sad.  He was called Vodka and I am told he was very clever indeed.  He used to be able to turn a tap on to get a drink. Next we had Rupert who wasn’t as clever but very sweet.

He used to meet us at the bottom of the drive when my brother and I got off the bus from primary school.  We had a gorgeous quite big Springer Spaniel called Rowan at the same time.  Rupert, as a kitten, would lurk on verges and leap on to one of Rowan’s long ears.  It can’t have been nice but Rowan would carry on walking.  It paid off in the future as Rowan would lie on a stump and Rupert would bring him mice and small creatures for his delectation.

Next we got Dusty, named by my youngest brother.  He was also sweet.  However I was away from home for most of his life so didn’t know him so well.  And now we have Charlie.  We didn’t get him as a kitten.  But he was the perfect cat for us.So what if he is quite thick.

A lot has changed since my last blog post.  I now have a rather snazzy pillow lift.  Do watch the video with that link.  We have it on our king size bed. I know a lot of people don’t like them but it works for me.  Sadly I am tall so tend to slide down the bed a bit.  We have an interesting board and pillow combination at the bottom of the bed to stop my feet poking out from under the covers.  Although I start the night with my feet against the pillow.  I end up with squished feet by morning.  My OT arranged for the pillow lift.

One day soon I will trot round the house and show you all the stuff my lovely OT, Janice, has arranged.  I have a surprising amount despite being steady on my feet.

The biggest change has nothing to do with the OT.  I can swallow but my tongue is very weak and I struggle to move food back.  For two weeks now I have been fed ensure 2cal and water through my PEG.  I can barely manage anything else.  The best thing is I have five a day and am gaining weight.  Yippee.  Thank goodness I got my PEG early.  I don’t want to give up food totally yet so I am hunting for something I can eat.  There must be something.  I just need to find it.

I get the ensure 2cal 3 times a day and it is gravity fed.  You can have a pump overnight and a dietician suggested I could just give up two hours every morning.  No chance.  It suits me as it is just now.

Now let’s appreciate our cat again.  He has taken to hiding ready to bounce.  He is especially fond of feet.  So the next photo shows Charlie trying to hide under a rug.  My husband thinks he will trip me up one day.  I think it is unlikely so do watch this space.  Charlie isn’t that good at hiding!  It would have helped if I had managed to reduce the photo.

I don’t give my husband, David, as much credit as I should.  It is difficult to describe how much he does.  He is always on the look out for things to help me.  I know have a much bigger phone as he reckons it will help.  I think it does.  But there is so much help he offers so I am going to finish with an appropriate song for him.  The Best by Tina Turner.  I looked at a lot of videos and Tina Turner always has very short skirts.  Well, dresses even.  I never wore short skirts even when I was young!