Poor kitten....

Starbug - AKA Kitten

(only because she is so much younger than the other cats here.)

Well it has been a time of adventures for us here at Unicorn farm. Kitten has developed a dermatitis condition - either an allergy to fleas, food or both. We decided we had better take her to the vet and get her check out properly as the iodine lotion we were using was not helping.

We booked an appointment and arranged for the Old Person to pick us up to take us to the vet - we have been seeing him since 1999 and there is no point in changing. Old Person turns up, drives GS2 to school and comes back. We have to go as the car is stalling and not starting. He is leaving it running. Grab kitty. So packed in her cat carrier we put her in the back seat with the Daughter.

Almost to the vets and at an intersection, the car stalls and this time it will not start. The Old Person demands the daughter gets out an pushes the car across the intersection to where he can roll it to a stop. This is in peak hour traffic, mind you. I am really worried about some of the idiots on the road not looking out for the Daughter. Luckily she was okay and got a good break to run from the middle of the road to the pavement.

The Old Person lifts the bonnet, as though he knows anything about engines at all, and a buddy of his comes up and starts discussing the whole thing with him. The daughter and I grab the cat carrier and begin a hike to the Vet's. Luckily we had plenty of time and there are plenty of back ways through the streets to get there.

However, since I have been using a walking stick for a while now, it isn't the easiest thing to walk for over a kilometre to get there. But surprisingly enough we did it in 20 minutes and had a little time to recover before going into see the vet. Kitty was so not impressed at being in a cat carrier, being walked for a long distance (to her) in a strange place. Then indignity of all having to see the vet. The first thing a vet does is put a thermometer in her butt. "I'll get you for this".

Vet cleans her up, and gives her some lotions and pills. Watches her for a while. She is more animated than usual at the vet's, jumping onto benches and at one stage hiding under my chair. But the pronunciation was a bit concerning, as the dermatitis has to clear up.

We have to put the cream onto her twice every day and she has to have only kangaroo meat as she may be allergic to normal cat food. She had to have strong de-flea drops put onto her scruff. We mix her pills in with her meat of a night.

Getting home from the vet was as much an adventure in itself. We walked toward the CBD of Campbelltown, with Kitty in her carrier. At least one and a half kilometres. Then decided we would be better getting a taxi home. Very nice taxi driver, and he asked concerned questions about the kitten as well.

So far, it hasn't reduced her quality of life at all. It is just she really dislikes having the cream put on her face.