Sadie – The unexplained

As you’ve read in the earlier posts, Oliver is just a love bug. He is so inquisitive. He would rather find out what is going on then play. 

Sadie, on the other hand, has been a handful. It wasn’t until we took her to the vet for “pink eye” that we were able to hold her and not have the skin on our wrists shredded like cabbage for cole slaw.

We didn’t try to pick her up again until the fourth trip to the vet. That night we had to get the kids to the vet and I was worried getting her into the carrier. Each time we put her into the carrier I ended up needing at least one Band-Aid. That night was different. I simply bent down put my right hand under her breast and my left hand under her butt and grasped her back legs. Into the bag she went without issue. Oddly, Oliver was having none of getting into the carrier.

Oliver was particularly upset with this trip and expressed himself in his usual Pixie-Bob way. He doesn’t technically meow. He makes noises that sound closer to a bird, chirps. Sadie meows like you would expect.

This vet trip, they are diagnosed with kitty colds with symptoms of little coughs, sneezes, watery eyes and runny noses. What we did notice is within the 6 weeks we’ve had them, they have outgrown the carrier, already!

This diagnosis meant, twice a day we had to become the evil, bad parents and give them eye drops and Clavamox.

In the meantime, the next day when we got home from work, I decided to test my luck and skin and pick Sadie up just like I did the night before. She allowed it. I held her for a few seconds then put her back down. The next day I did the same thing, except this time I held her longer. This continued each day with more and more success to the point I can carry her around the house. She is relaxed just laying in my arms. So amazed. So wonderful.

Sadie sleeps at the foot of bed on my favorite throw. If by chance I wake up in the middle of the night I will pet her and she is fine with the attention. In fact her behavior indicates she really loves it. In the morning, the alarm goes off and she is off the thrown and under the bed. You can call her name and her tail goes up and she will even flop on the floor and expose her belly, but don’t walk towards her to pet her, off she goes.

Two nights ago, I woke up about 1am. She was asleep at my feet, so I reached down and started to pet her. She loved it. She got up and walked under my chin, tried to mark my face and flopped over on my hand to have her face scratched. I loved this but having to get to up for work in 4 hours I decided I better try to get more sleep so I laid back down. Sadie immediate stood up and came walking up to my face and flopped over on my chest. At this point I knew she had really grown. When she stretched out, she was shoulder to shoulder length. We kept our bonding until I fell asleep.

I was so hopeful that we had our little girl, sadly that was not the case. The following morning she was back to “crazy”Sadie. She would run if you tried to pet her. If you called her she acted like she wanted you to come and pay attention to her but nope off like a flash if you tried to reach out for her.

While all this has been going on, Sadie has refusing to become friends with Tim.

 Each day is a gift, you never know what you’re going to get from her.

Really, I think she is much more a teenage girl than anything else. She has all these things running through her mind and she just doesn’t know what to do.
 

Oliver is the total opposite.  He has taken to greeting us when we get home from work or other outings.  

That is it for this blog post to update you readers with the last week and a half.