My acquisition of this term, however, did not stem from a big chat around the dinner table about such Momma's boys, but from our veterinarian. Our little guy Hifi and poster boy for my fundraiser, has not been up to snuff for most of this year. The tumbleweeds that bounded around my blog are in part due to his demanding care and attention of late. On one of our emotional vet visits that was traumatic for not only Hifi, but his Momma, he became agitated and the staff was not able to calm him down. My vet asked for my help and I began to stroke him and sing to him as is our private ritual, a bit of Mamma Cass was all it took to lower his speeding heart rate and render him into putty for the remaining prods and pokes. Our vet was flabbergasted and I was a bit embarrassed, I had a larger audience for this intimacy than I'm used to, but Hifi, he's my mammone, which our vet exclaimed at the end of that visit. "Incredibile" she said shaking her head.
Due to Hifi's soulmate like status with me, it's been an excruciating several months attempting therapies, performing bloodwork and an onslaught of tests, but in recent days his health and temperament are beginning to improve. I've been one grinning Momma this week and have slept better than I have in months, it helps that he's not screaming in my face four times a night due to his symptom of constant hunger. But what can a Momma do?!
|First peaceful night in a long time, he also got to remove his cone. There's Thurston in the background.|