That's one pissed kitty
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stephbgWhen I got home early this afternoon I took one look (and one mild squeeze) of Cally before calling the vet. She was definitely not fighting fit by this point and was caged with a minimum of fuss. No human blood, that's just not right.
Even on the examining table she just crouched miserably and allowed herself to be restrained by one single person (one!) while the vet poked, pulled off scabs, squeezed pus, shaved, irrigated and finally injected. Just to be clear, this is the vet doing things to Cally, who responded to all this with a paltry single hiss, a few mrrowwwrs and no chainsaw impersonations at all. No human blood, that's just not right. Not a drop.
It was, as suspected, an abscess.
Now home, Cally is washing the wound site with indignation and vigour. I hope she continues to do so, for my nursing duties now include "squeezing pus" as required. Charming. Feeding liquid antibiotics will be a doddle in comparison. I don't mind the task per se, but the danger element is a non-trivial one.
There've been a few more hisses as the other cats approached to curiously sniff the Eau d'Vet. And a few more hisses as she is reminded of her undignified bald patch. She'll take a few steps, twist her head around and hiss at her own derriere, then plonk herself down to wash wash wash some more.
Her age is still unknown with any precision, but I think it's time to transition from "14 1/2" to "pushing 15".
Television glory awaits
The Einstein Factor people finally called again to enquire about Husband's availability in April/May. Thank heavens, I was going nuts and wanted to call them to see if he was still on the schedule. He, however, was phlegmatic on the matter to the extreme. Me: nuts. Him: meh. Clearly there's something to be said for the opposites attract thing.
Ceiling glory awaits
Unable to bear the tension of waiting for The Ceiling Guy to call (I'm sensing a pattern here) I called to make sure they were still coming over tomorrow.
(a) They're still coming, which is good.
(b) No-one was planning to call me today, for the boss doesn't come back until tomorrow, which hardly leaves much room to call "a couple of days ahead".
(c) I have purchased more large sheets of translucent plastic. They're a little odd, for when sighted from the corner of the eye or when coming around the corner you suddenly see them as either drifts of smoke or blurred vision.
Even on the examining table she just crouched miserably and allowed herself to be restrained by one single person (one!) while the vet poked, pulled off scabs, squeezed pus, shaved, irrigated and finally injected. Just to be clear, this is the vet doing things to Cally, who responded to all this with a paltry single hiss, a few mrrowwwrs and no chainsaw impersonations at all. No human blood, that's just not right. Not a drop.
It was, as suspected, an abscess.
Now home, Cally is washing the wound site with indignation and vigour. I hope she continues to do so, for my nursing duties now include "squeezing pus" as required. Charming. Feeding liquid antibiotics will be a doddle in comparison. I don't mind the task per se, but the danger element is a non-trivial one.
There've been a few more hisses as the other cats approached to curiously sniff the Eau d'Vet. And a few more hisses as she is reminded of her undignified bald patch. She'll take a few steps, twist her head around and hiss at her own derriere, then plonk herself down to wash wash wash some more.
Her age is still unknown with any precision, but I think it's time to transition from "14 1/2" to "pushing 15".
Television glory awaits
The Einstein Factor people finally called again to enquire about Husband's availability in April/May. Thank heavens, I was going nuts and wanted to call them to see if he was still on the schedule. He, however, was phlegmatic on the matter to the extreme. Me: nuts. Him: meh. Clearly there's something to be said for the opposites attract thing.
Ceiling glory awaits
Unable to bear the tension of waiting for The Ceiling Guy to call (I'm sensing a pattern here) I called to make sure they were still coming over tomorrow.
(a) They're still coming, which is good.
(b) No-one was planning to call me today, for the boss doesn't come back until tomorrow, which hardly leaves much room to call "a couple of days ahead".
(c) I have purchased more large sheets of translucent plastic. They're a little odd, for when sighted from the corner of the eye or when coming around the corner you suddenly see them as either drifts of smoke or blurred vision.
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Date: 2008-02-25 12:49 pm (UTC)Re: Pus. I have been there....