Panic not, Dear Reader, Madam Button is fine. But a couple of weeks ago I noticed she appeared to have the early signs of a urine infection. My old cat, Fitzi, suffered from those on occasions so I recognised the symptoms and promptly got Button off to the vet. The lovely vet at NorthVet in Kirkwall gave her an antibotic and anti-inflammatory injections and within a couple of days she was back to normal.
But the journey to the vet is a little more traumatic for an isles cat than most city kitties, not least because there is a boat journey to consider. Button can tolerate a car journey (although she swears at me the whole way), but she does not like the ferry ride. I think it's a combination of the movement, noise and smell.
Our vet practice is excellent, understanding the challenges of getting pets to the vet when we live on the isles, so they found an early appointment that fitted in with our boats.
It has to be said on the morning of our visit Button returned from her overnight hunting expedition (ahem, not THAT much wrong with her then...), with a mouse, which she consumed for breakfast! I did wonder WHY I was taking her to the vet, but I know from experience that it's necessary to catch these infections early, for all our sakes.
So into the box she goes. NOT best pleased, and I was rather unkind, waking her up and unceremoniously dumping her in the box and whacking the lid shut. Though in that nano second between each, she woke up enough to put up a stiff resistance.
Anyway it was a beautiful sunny day with calm seas so the journey across wasn't too bad, the vet saw us promptly and we were back home again by mid-day. Button, of course, getting a pouch of "gourmet" food for her troubles!
But it could have been MUCH worse - a few days later THIS was the sea we would have had to cross!
|Photo by Irene of Breckan looking towards Hoy Low|
As I say Button has made a full recovery, and after some cake, so did I.