More Georgy

I took Georgy back to the vet today.  I don't know if she is going to make it.  She seems alert and happy, but the diarrhea won't stop.  Even the vet is baffled.  She mentioned 4 or 5 possibilities 1 of which is common and fatal.  She's there having blood work, fecal work ups and fluids.  Please say a prayer for her!

Here are some cute pics.  My nephew came to visit from KC, and his hat was laying on the floor with his stuff.  It attracted a little mite!

Every photo, she's partway through the hole in the back of the hat above the adjustment strap.  It was so cute.  Then she fell asleep curled up in the cap.  I didn't get that shot, but I think Chad did. 

Even though I said she was homely in my other posts, her personality is adorable.  She is sweet, loving, and really cute.  I didn't want to get attached, until I knew she was going to make it or not, but it's too late.  I'm attached. 

Oh, and Gus?  He doesn't know what to do or think.  We don't really let him play with her anymore, she seems too fragile.  He isn't sure what to do. 

Georgy Girl

As mentioned in my last post, Georgy is fitting into the household well.  (I changed the spelling from last time because I call her Georgy girl like the song, and that's how it's spelled in the song!) However, she isn't thriving physically.  She has had the bad runs and isn't gaining weight.  She is so bony, it's sad.  I took her to the vet last week and they gave me an additive for her food to help slow down the runs, wormed her again, and took a fecal sample.  It was sad.  She screamed so loudly I could hear her in the lobby and she was way in the back.

I took her back today and she has lost half an ounce.  When you only weigh 2.3 pounds, half an ounce is huge.  I don't know what to do. She eats.  She eats a lot, but everything seems to be pooping out of her.  Also, she is growing taller, fast.  I hope she survives.  

Now, off the sad note, Georgy loves to sleep in Gus's tree.  He sort of outgrew laying on the shelves even though he still likes to play on it.  She has tons of room on each shelf.  

Georgy getting ready to nap on tree.

She loves her brother and follows him around and does everything he does.  

eating Gus's food

hanging with brother

sleeping with brother on the ottoman

Next to Gus, she is a tiny delicate little thing.  But she is tough. When Gus gets too rough, she hisses, growls and swats at him, and that seems to be enough to make him back off.  All 2 pounds against his 13.  

She is a jumper and even though she is itty bitty, she jumps up in the cat tree, on the couch, on our bed which is 28 inches from the floor and on the counter.  If she can't quite make it, she sticks like velcro and pulls herself up.  It's adorable.  

She'll be a good sister for Gus even though they are a missed matched set.  She can tell him what to do, and he'll adore her.  Hopefully, she'll gain weight and pull through--her little spirit seems strong!

Sister

Years ago, I dear friend of mine had a pet rabbit.  They loved that rabbit, it lived in their house and was just like a cat in a way.  When that pet rabbit died, they were devastated.  One day, one of her children brought home a kitten.  They fell in love with him quickly, but my friend's husband wouldn't let them keep it. They were devastated, because they wanted their kitten to have a good home, be loved, and be safe.  That's how I ended up with my cat, George.  

George was a tortoiseshell Manx.  He was the first truly unique cat I had.  Manx are built differently, shorter bodied and longer legged.  They are very athletic, and amazing jumpers.  George used to snatch hummingbirds out of the air.  He was a fantastic hunter and always kept us 'fed' with the choicest offerings of a wide variety of creatures.  

George also had an amazing personality.  He was friendly and bold with everyone.  He never met a person he didn't like.  Everyone that met him said they wanted to take him home because he was the coolest cat they'd ever seen. Of course, you couldn't pet him for long or he'd turn on you. He had wicked claws from living the life of a wild cat. (He lived outside and roamed the very rural town we lived in). He even loved dogs.  

When I was younger, my mom refused to allow us to have animals in the house, so all of our creatures had to stay outside unless we snuck them in.  My sister had a new boxer puppy one Christmas season.  She was staying at the house, and her little boxer puppy was forced to stay outside in the freezing cold.  We set up a heat lamp and a cozy dog house, but it wasn't the best situation for a very short haired dog.  Well, when we checked on the dog, George was curled up around that puppy keeping it warm.  After that, mom relented and both creatures came in for the winter.  George was still a kitten at that point, but already he had a heart larger than a lion's.

I don't have pics of this to add to the blog, but they exist. I just have them physically in storage since this was before digital photos.  Anyway, George and Jade were besties for life after that.

The point of this story of one of my many long gone pets, is this.  Gus just got a little sister and she is a Manx.

Chad and I fully intended for Gus to have a sibling, but we wanted to wait until the dog that currently lives with us moved out.  The dog, although terrified of Gus, kept him occupied and interested.  Gus is very social and needed another person or animal to keep him occupied during the day when we work.  I really planned on getting either another Ragdoll or another American Bobtail (Raz was a bobtail). I also intended for his sibling to be a brother. 

So, my niece, the same one that found Gus, went home to Utah for her two week vacation from work.  To make a long story short  (or not so long of a story), she showed up with a tiny little Manx kitten. She is white with black spots like a Holstein. 

Georgie eating on counter

She's sort of homely although her personality is huge.  She walked into this house and immediately took charge.  She has the confidence of a leopard and the size of a mouse.  Even though the dog is terrified of cats (courtesy of my beloved Jinx) Georgie charmed him immediately.  

Georgie sleeping in Moose's bed, while he sleeps beside her not in the bed, lol

All three in a row.  I'm holding Gus, then Georgie. Notice that moose isn't by Gus! 

Gus, follows her around everywhere and watches every move she makes with fascination.  He plays with her, and they chase each other around the house.  It's hilarious to see a diminutive kitten chasing a big hulking beast like Gus.  He's game though.  He loves having another cat although he gets frustrated when he tries to wrestle with her and she squeaks because he's much too big at this point for that.  He does back off though and lets her go.  He's a gentleman. 

Gus watching her play. 

Her personality reminded me and Chad so much of George, that we named her Georgie.  It fits her well.  We were going to go with Moxie, because she oozes it, but Georgie just fit her delicate femininity. 

That fish looks tiny next to Gus!

Close up of her homely little mug!  

Anyway, Georgie is not the kitty we would have chosen, but she is growing on us. Most importantly, Gus adores her!