The cat had an epileptic fit today. Macy is Sam’s cat and comes with the house, something I’m very happy about as I’ve never been able to have a pet in while renting and my somewhat transient lifestyle hasn’t really allowed it, plus the contact with animals on the farm had awoken something in me.
She’s a rescue cat with a bit of a history as you’d imagine. The actual story is vague but she’s missing her front teeth and has a terrible sense of balance so there was probably some kind of physical abuse going on. That said she’s incredibly affectionate, often to a fault. If she climbs on you and you push her away she’ll just get back on not taking no for an answer and doesn’t hold a grudge. She doesn’t make a lot of noise, even when hungry and occasionally just sits there looking into space, but generally she’s a normal cat. Oh yeah, the missing teeth means she dribbles, especially when purring, which is kinda cute. It also means when she cleans herself it’s not a dry cleaning system so her fur is often matted.
So this afternoon we were both in the living room moving around and suddenly she got very animated, which was odd as she usually moved quite sedately, and dove under a stool, rolling on her back and waving her legs in the air like a kitten playing with some imaginary string. Sam had had her epilepsy training at school (she’s a teacher) and I’d picked up a bit so we just left her there because you should never try and restrain someone having a fit but after a few seconds in was over and she was lying there exhausted and dribbling having pissed herself on the carpet. And then she was fine, or as fine as she ever is.
I’m not sure what to make of this other than it’s just one of those things. It’s something of a joke that she’s a daft cat and you often wonder what’s going on in that head of hers so it’s slightly sobering to realise she’s actually unwell in a manner of speaking. Still, it’s no problem giving her love and affection because she lends herself to it so well.