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This is your Gillian update post:
He's a he, and he's seven years old (who knew?), and he's had at least two previous owners, and he's ours now. The name isn't changing, since Gillian is unisex—the pronunciation, however, which was wavering between "Jillian" and "Gillian," is now firmly set on "Gill."
He was mircochipped, and they were able to contact the registered owners (which is moderately rare). Gillian was their son's cat, adopted six years ago at about one year old in Hillsboro, Oregon, which is about twenty miles and one river away from here. It seems like the son wasn't a permanent resident with his parents, who ended up as de facto caretakers; the cat was indoor-outdoor and reportedly quite sweet, but went walkabout; we don't know how long they had him. They were NOT the people that declawed him; there's no record of those owners.
The registered owners don't want the cat and are happy to transfer legal ownership, which is a blessing: the best of a possibly tricky situation. Gillian has some sort of skin issue—they didn't find fleas but he did get a flea treatment; his constant grooming may be fleas or allergies or a nervous habit. He'll have to wear an e-collar while things heal, and we're taking a basic approach: treatment and improved living conditions, and we'll wait and see how the condition develops; it seems equally likely that it will improve when he can't bother it, or that it may need further treatment. He tested negative for FIV/FeVL, and got basic vaccinations. Tonight he'll begin a basic antibiotic course, because who knows what he was exposed to outside. Because of his age, we will eventually want to get complete bloodwork done just to have an general measure of his health.
So: fairly healthy adult male cat, ready now to spend a few weeks in the bathroom, and then we'll start introducing him to the rest of the house. And then as soon as we're done with Gillian and ready to start anew, we get to go through the same process with Mamakitty. (Send help.)
Right now I think that Gillian just wants to spend a few hours curled up beside the toilet, not being molested. I'm exhausted myself, underslept and nauseous. August is curled in my lap, and she loves me. (She's been fine with all these changes, so far—curious, but fine. I expect she'll be fine with Gillian actual, too—she's lived with cats before, and so has he.) But as though she knows she has competition, and because I was out of town for a few days, she has been the cutest and most cuddly of cute and cuddly beasts, let me tell you. And she's so soft, like a bunny. And full of sleep.
So. Food and mediocre TV time, to settle my stomach and my spirits. But hey, guys. We have another cat.
He's a he, and he's seven years old (who knew?), and he's had at least two previous owners, and he's ours now. The name isn't changing, since Gillian is unisex—the pronunciation, however, which was wavering between "Jillian" and "Gillian," is now firmly set on "Gill."
He was mircochipped, and they were able to contact the registered owners (which is moderately rare). Gillian was their son's cat, adopted six years ago at about one year old in Hillsboro, Oregon, which is about twenty miles and one river away from here. It seems like the son wasn't a permanent resident with his parents, who ended up as de facto caretakers; the cat was indoor-outdoor and reportedly quite sweet, but went walkabout; we don't know how long they had him. They were NOT the people that declawed him; there's no record of those owners.
The registered owners don't want the cat and are happy to transfer legal ownership, which is a blessing: the best of a possibly tricky situation. Gillian has some sort of skin issue—they didn't find fleas but he did get a flea treatment; his constant grooming may be fleas or allergies or a nervous habit. He'll have to wear an e-collar while things heal, and we're taking a basic approach: treatment and improved living conditions, and we'll wait and see how the condition develops; it seems equally likely that it will improve when he can't bother it, or that it may need further treatment. He tested negative for FIV/FeVL, and got basic vaccinations. Tonight he'll begin a basic antibiotic course, because who knows what he was exposed to outside. Because of his age, we will eventually want to get complete bloodwork done just to have an general measure of his health.
So: fairly healthy adult male cat, ready now to spend a few weeks in the bathroom, and then we'll start introducing him to the rest of the house. And then as soon as we're done with Gillian and ready to start anew, we get to go through the same process with Mamakitty. (Send help.)
Right now I think that Gillian just wants to spend a few hours curled up beside the toilet, not being molested. I'm exhausted myself, underslept and nauseous. August is curled in my lap, and she loves me. (She's been fine with all these changes, so far—curious, but fine. I expect she'll be fine with Gillian actual, too—she's lived with cats before, and so has he.) But as though she knows she has competition, and because I was out of town for a few days, she has been the cutest and most cuddly of cute and cuddly beasts, let me tell you. And she's so soft, like a bunny. And full of sleep.
So. Food and mediocre TV time, to settle my stomach and my spirits. But hey, guys. We have another cat.
