Kitty update
Jul. 10th, 2007 12:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urocyonThe vet called earlier, to say that Punkin is doing exceptionally well and can come home. *grin*
We went to visit on Saturday, and she was very glad to see us indeed. She had been moping (no wonder) and losing weight, but having us come and pet her apparently perked her up quite a bit. Finally getting the jaw set Friday couldn't have hurt her mood, either. The vet did have to go ahead and do surgery on it, removing her tail in the same go. There was very little tail stump left, low as it must have been broken. Now she has pins sticking out into a frame to keep the jaw in place, and will still be on a feeding tube for a couple more days. I guess she'll need to go into the Hall of Mirrors for a while--we were hoping it wouldn't get more use! The jaw frame will stay in place for 6-8 weeks.
It will be great to get her home, though. We need to wait until Ingvar gets off work to pick her up, since he's got the higher limit credit card.
Ah yes, the mystery fry are definitely goldfish. I figured out that they must be last week, given that they had gotten decidedly goldie-shaped. :) Some eggs must have been clinging to bits of plant I stuck in the 60L to recover from the fiends. One of the babies is starting to turn color, and so far is looking as if (s)he will turn out bright yellow like their mama. I'm curious to see how the others will turn out, with a yellow common goldie for a mother and a mostly white sarassa comet for a daddy.
Edit: Smoke is almost back to normal, as well. She must have gotten hold of something bad to eat Wednesday; she's a master at dragging in half-eaten food from gods know where. At least a couple of times a week, I see her with a gnawed chicken leg, rib, or half a sausage--and feel like a meanie when I take it away. Wednesday night, I thought she had a hairball at first, but it was soon obvious that she was really sick. Blood was a big giveaway there. :/ I called the 24-hour vet number, and was assured that it didn't sound like any common poison*, and was told to observe her for a few hours. Of course, she promptly holed up somewhere until the next afternoon.
To make a long story short, she has been drinking water since Friday (which eased my mind a bit, with the risk of dehydration), and finally ate something yesterday. She hasn't thrown up again since Friday or Saturday. Today she seems a good bit stronger, and I am very relieved. The long recovery time has been nerve wracking.
Yes, I do feel like a SAHM a lot of the time these days. It makes me question (even more) how good an idea throwing small humans into the mix might be. *cringe*
* I'm a bit hyper about that, having had a sicko poisoning cats in the neighborhood when I was 12 or so. Our Ginger was one victim, as may have been her disappearing predecessor.
We went to visit on Saturday, and she was very glad to see us indeed. She had been moping (no wonder) and losing weight, but having us come and pet her apparently perked her up quite a bit. Finally getting the jaw set Friday couldn't have hurt her mood, either. The vet did have to go ahead and do surgery on it, removing her tail in the same go. There was very little tail stump left, low as it must have been broken. Now she has pins sticking out into a frame to keep the jaw in place, and will still be on a feeding tube for a couple more days. I guess she'll need to go into the Hall of Mirrors for a while--we were hoping it wouldn't get more use! The jaw frame will stay in place for 6-8 weeks.
It will be great to get her home, though. We need to wait until Ingvar gets off work to pick her up, since he's got the higher limit credit card.
Ah yes, the mystery fry are definitely goldfish. I figured out that they must be last week, given that they had gotten decidedly goldie-shaped. :) Some eggs must have been clinging to bits of plant I stuck in the 60L to recover from the fiends. One of the babies is starting to turn color, and so far is looking as if (s)he will turn out bright yellow like their mama. I'm curious to see how the others will turn out, with a yellow common goldie for a mother and a mostly white sarassa comet for a daddy.
Edit: Smoke is almost back to normal, as well. She must have gotten hold of something bad to eat Wednesday; she's a master at dragging in half-eaten food from gods know where. At least a couple of times a week, I see her with a gnawed chicken leg, rib, or half a sausage--and feel like a meanie when I take it away. Wednesday night, I thought she had a hairball at first, but it was soon obvious that she was really sick. Blood was a big giveaway there. :/ I called the 24-hour vet number, and was assured that it didn't sound like any common poison*, and was told to observe her for a few hours. Of course, she promptly holed up somewhere until the next afternoon.
To make a long story short, she has been drinking water since Friday (which eased my mind a bit, with the risk of dehydration), and finally ate something yesterday. She hasn't thrown up again since Friday or Saturday. Today she seems a good bit stronger, and I am very relieved. The long recovery time has been nerve wracking.
Yes, I do feel like a SAHM a lot of the time these days. It makes me question (even more) how good an idea throwing small humans into the mix might be. *cringe*
* I'm a bit hyper about that, having had a sicko poisoning cats in the neighborhood when I was 12 or so. Our Ginger was one victim, as may have been her disappearing predecessor.
