Worried about little bear

Poor child - the state of his bottom will be kept for posterity. (or as long as these blogs stay up).

Little bear is very bad. He is so sore and he is screaming when I change him. The drs appointment is tomorrow morning. The nursery staff have been very concerned and mentioned it to me very emphatically.

Today I think illustrates the problem. The molar is still coming through. He is obviously suffering from that. Thus I want to give him some baby nurofen to try and at least calm the temperature. This is bound to take the sting out of the nappy rash as well. I managed to coax him to take one quarter of a dose of baby nurofen, he was retching as I gave it to him. My brother was doing his best to help, but little bear was not convinced. Later nursery managed to give him another half dose. They emphasised how much he had cried when he was changed. I was devastated.

I am hoping that the doctor will help. When little bear was born they were quite strict that I should NOT take him in to a doctor for nappy rash, but I am doing everything I can think of and getting nowhere. The nursery are also stuck. It is a doctor I haven't seen before. I hope that they are sympathetic to little bear and that they can suggest what on earth I can do to get little bear to take medicine.

I need to get some energy

I have been neglecting little bear - obviously.

So far today he has found another container of baby powder and a tube of handcream (expensive, but a present) and has been creative with both. He has also managed to trample two satsumas into the dust mat (I have put a dust sheet under his little table, it looks like it should be composted). And he has had some cream out of some cream biscuits and the remains are generously scattered.

He has nursery this afternoon and I hope to repair the damage then.

Apologies for the poetry

I was inspired to write this by a pub sign of the Old Lion which looked very like evil cat.

I have lost a lot of the poetry I have written over the years and I thought this may be a safe place to keep this.

My Lion

My little lovely tabby is looking rather sweet
The elegant and tabby tail is curled around her feet
Expressionless she looks at me with bland and secret eyes
Assured the plate of sausages was dinner in disguise

I want to read the paper but my lap is occupied
A tabby cat is dozing so I've put my read aside
And though it's really painful as the claws are sinking in
The sound of cat contentment keeps me tickling her chin

It's as if a dozen devils are fighting on the floor
And a screwed up piece of paper is tossed from paw to paw
It's thrown, bit and fought and then chased across the stairs
Then the tabby runs in panic from a fright that isn't there

My cat lies soft in sunlight and her fur is golden bright
Her eyes are slits of slumber as she turns into the light
She stretches like a lion sprawled who drowses in the heat
And dreams of Serengeti mice are twitching at her feet

My tabby's meditating and her limbs are all tucked in
Her head is nodding forward as she draws herself within
And who knows if she meditates to the fire's gentle hum
Her focus will reward her and a lion she'll become.

Little bear Knows

First of all, little bear is teething AGAIN. He must have more teeth than a shark! But I spotted a back molar coming through this afternoon. Predictably it is accompanied by the horrific nappy rash. I suggested some 'medsin' ie baby nurofen to help. 'No medsin!' Little bear insisted.
'It's medicine for your mouth, not eye drops.' I tried to explain.
Little bear was adamant. 'No medsin.'

The bed time routine became a little surreal. First of all I had to calm a hysterical little bear with a promise that he would not have medicine. Then, as we were treated to little bear 'reading' Hairy McLary from Donaldson's Dairy we were treated to phrases like, 'Bottomley Potts covered spots. No medsin.'

Then we read the 'Rumpus at the Vet' as a collective effort. Little bear was naming the creatures in a crowded picture. 'Sheep,' he said.
'Where's the sheep?' dear heart asked.
Little bear pointed at a black poodle. 'Baa baa black sheep.' he explained.
Dear heart tried not to laugh. 'It's a poodle.' he said.
'Sheep.'
'Poodle.'
'Sheep.'
'Poodle.'
'Sheep.'

In a very short time some poor soul is going to have to try and teach little bear. They have my heartfelt sympathy.

Evil cat has been to the vet

Her eyes are being very gunky again, I am digging out huge chunks several times a day. She is also a bit quiet, a bit clingy. Having her and little bear cuddling together on my lap was unheard of, but wonderful.

She has eye drops now, to little bear's horror, and some isotonic chicken flavoured juice to rehydrate her and put on her food. She is not impressed by this isotonic food, but some is going in.

I confess to being a little worried.

She also has to give a urine sample. I am confident that after seven days she will have her paws completely crossed. She only extracts urine, she does not donate it. Last time she was held at the vets for nearly 48 hours and refused to co-operate. She had to be sedated. Dear heart has placed the clean litter tray with the obligatory white beads in, but I am on the look out for damp patches.

If I don't find them then I will be even more worried.

Little bear is very clear

Little bear does NOT like medicine. He does not approve. It took two of us to give him eye drops a few weeks ago, poor mite, and he has not forgotten the experience.

'Much better now,' he says regularly. 'No medicine, just vitamins in mouth'. Please note that the vitamins are defined by being put in the mouth - definitely NOT eye drops. The vitamins are Sainsburys crunchy ones, which he enjoys greatly and would probably eat by the handful if allowed.

Of evil cat's medicine he was very clear - 'Cat's medicine in drawer, just for Cat.' Little bear likes to be extremely specific - this medicine is not for him, it is for the cat and it is not allowed anywhere near him.