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11 January 2007 @ 09:29 am
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I have a cat. He's black and white, and skinny, and very tall, and has big yellow eyes, and loves to rub his face against human faces and lick noses. He'll play hunt-the-string for hours, and go for walks with you to the milk bar, and is instant flying death to any mouse or cockroach unwise enough to run across the kitchen floor. He's usually a very sweet cat, but he gets shirty when you try to fence him in.

The original trip back from the RSPCA was a symphony of tiny pathetic mewling. His first trip to the vet (in the cat carrier) was also deafening. Eventually I wised up and took him in a Bakers' Delight bread-bag, which he seemed to like more, but you inevitably got Looks from passers by who were horrified by the Tortures You Must Be Inflicting on the poor cat for it to be Making That Noise.

Sometime on saturday, my little lebkuchen-small managed to slice open his back paw, right down between the two middle toes. He was apparently unfazed by the crusted blood and horrible smell, but we hustled him to the vet, who prescribed Stitches, requiring full sedation, and then confinement to quarters for ten days.

Taking home the woozy cat post-anaesthetic was pretty funny. He managed to crawl out of his cat-bag (brand new, skull print, very stylish, thankyou smith street fashion outlet shopping) while I was driving and into my lap. Monumentally dangerous and also monumentally cute. Okay, so it was a forty zone all the way home, so probably not that dangerous, but it's quite hard to steer around a cat.

On returning home, catnik was alternately purry, screamy, hissy and passed out on the carpet. Also funny. The funny started to drop away after about 2am, when the last of the anaesthetic wore off and kitten wanted to go out.

Those tiny little kitten lungs are not little any more. The volume on my cat has been turned up over the years. The yowling. The screaming. The plaintive mewling, designed to hit whatever mental nerve we humans have for crying offspring. His little kitteny voice asking "Why are you doing this? Why? WHY? WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME??". All night. Two minute intervals followed by five minute serenades. And I have ten more days of this.

Next time he hurts his leg, I'm just going to shoot him.
hermia sometimeshermia8 on January 10th, 2007 11:50 pm (UTC)
y'know, i have some great kitten knock out drugs used for exactly this reason.

god i'm a bad mother. my children are on crack.
Nicole: leafy sea dragonmatcha_pocky on January 11th, 2007 12:19 am (UTC)
Yeah, I thought about asking for some happy pills when I go in tomorrow for a follow-up. But I might be able to negotiate a sturdier bandage for early cat-release instead.

In other news, the Fitzroy Vet Clinic is freaking awesome. They called me this morning to see how we were doing. They have vets who don't make me worry. Their nurses have purple hair and piercings. And they're, like, two metres from your house.
Pollyannapollyanna_n on January 11th, 2007 02:11 am (UTC)
Ok I have to send that to my ex boss!! He will be very happy.
Nicolematcha_pocky on January 11th, 2007 05:05 am (UTC)
Well, then let me print a quick correction: orange hair. :)
Beckamiss_rynn on January 10th, 2007 11:57 pm (UTC)
Ah, yes - the amazing expanding kitten lungs.

Sweet little bunyip_the_cat used to be a quiet little thing... right up until she was hit by a car, broke her penvis, and had to live in a cat-cage for 6 weeks.

The better they feel, the louder they get.
Nicole: snailmatcha_pocky on January 11th, 2007 12:11 am (UTC)
SIX WEEKS? Bugger me, I hope the vet had to put up with that and not you. One night and I'm already considering booting my little treasure halfway to France.
Beckamiss_rynn on January 11th, 2007 03:24 am (UTC)
No, no, she was in MY BEDROOM with me the entire time. Well, the last 4 weeks of it, anyway.
hermia sometimeshermia8 on January 11th, 2007 12:26 am (UTC)
oooooooh, sounds awesome!

and the all important question.... how much??

the only thing i could recommend you ask about might be the plug in thing we use. it's called feliway. and it's not a real drug really. it just releases chilled out kitten pheremones. and if it works on your cat it should be immediately effective. it just makes them think they're back in a warm happy litter of yesteryear. it costs about $70 though to get a refil and the holder thing you plug into the socket as well. so maybe it's not the best option for a short term prob.

poor small.
Nicolematcha_pocky on January 11th, 2007 12:53 am (UTC)
Sort of medium? Okay, not that cheap. $150 for consult and antibiotics, then about another $300 to get his foot stitched up, but out of that only $150 was the actual surgery and stay - the rest was happy-gas, antibiotics, sutures, bandages, satellite-dish collar etc.

If he gets any more accident prone I might look into pet health insurance though.
Pollyannapollyanna_n on January 11th, 2007 07:11 am (UTC)
sounds about right. Actually you got away with a good deal. I would have wanted to do a GA, which would cost more than sedation.
Nicolematcha_pocky on January 11th, 2007 07:49 am (UTC)
He was actually scheduled for a GA, but the vet thought she'd do a sedation and get the wound properly cleaned out and she managed to get the sutures in very nicely while he was out. It was actually more than that since I got him an FIV course and an F3 for christmas.

Of course, now, a day later, he managed to pull off the bandage (very proud of himself), so he had to go in again today for a rebandage and a radar dish. He's not talking to me now :)

With horses - all a bit sad really. You know that if there was any way of fixing a horse with a broken leg people would do it, if only for the value of the animal. Cats have a lower price on the stock exchange but are thankfully more durable.
Pollyannapollyanna_n on January 11th, 2007 08:26 am (UTC)
Great Christmas present!!!

Which vet did you have?

Yes sad with horses. Remember stallions can be worth millions and millions ($50K a service, four services a day (they wake them up at midnight), most days a year (they fly to the northern hemisphere for another breeding season).), so if there was anything that could be done.

Melbourne Uni did try a floatation tank - the horse floated in water for 6 weeks (and pooed in it, much water changing required) but as soon as he got out he managed to break his leg again. Like an astronaut, horses need gravity to keep bone density.

I have seen some video footage of horses with artificial limbs in the US... (I doubt stallions would cope)
Nicolematcha_pocky on January 12th, 2007 03:19 am (UTC)
First off I had a vet named Emma, then one called Alex did the actual stitchin', a short-haired, sensibly-shod lass. Both top-notch in the not making me worry stakes, as opposed to the Wellington St vet, who was about seventy five and his vet nurse about eighty, and threw my cat around like a totem-tennis ball. Too long with dogs :) I distrust anyone who ruffles a cat's fur.

And the horse flotation tank is pretty damn cute. Sad cute, but still cute. Little swimming horse. Peg-leg horse is also pretty cute. I'm assuming there's some good reason they can't use slings.
Halo? Who is Halo? My name is Guy Incognito!sly_girl on January 11th, 2007 12:29 am (UTC)
Next time he hurts his leg, I'm just going to shoot him.

If he's whingeing now, surely a bullet wound will only exacerbate the noise?
Nicole: mr kiplingmatcha_pocky on January 11th, 2007 12:45 am (UTC)
Well, I've heard it's what they do with horses, so I figure there must be some kind of scientific basis for shooting as a treatment methodology.

Besides, he's smaller than a horse, so it would logically be more effective.
Halo? Who is Halo? My name is Guy Incognito!sly_girl on January 11th, 2007 12:59 am (UTC)
Let him yowl himself hoarse. Then shoot him!
Nicole: snailmatcha_pocky on January 11th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
My face hurts. Why did you do that? Why? Oh god the pun.

Halo? Who is Halo? My name is Guy Incognito!sly_girl on January 11th, 2007 05:13 am (UTC)
Because I was bitten by the Comedy Bee.
Pollyannapollyanna_n on January 11th, 2007 07:10 am (UTC)
You asked
They are too heavy to weight bear on three legs. A leg will not heal if you have that amount of weight on it. They are too heavy for the titanium implants you might use to try to fix the leg. They won't sit in plaster for 6 weeks and see above, too heavy for three legs.

Saying that certain fractures are amenable to surgery, just most horse fractures are very bad fractures because they keep galloping for a while on the broken leg coz they are going too fast. Galloping on fractures is not good.

This applies to most very heavy animals.
Gadgegadge on January 11th, 2007 07:46 am (UTC)
Oh, the cat in pain. The agony of being prevented from doing what they want to do. The loud protestations of the insanity of the world, just because it is out there and so, so desperately they want to be out there as well.

I've been known to close Bolly in a room when he meows, because he's loud, persistent, and petulant. He'll protest, then usually starts to sleep - at which point I wonder about the hypocrisy of it all.

Whack him in a plastic-neck thingie, though, and go wild with the mockery. Best option you have, really, going the whole hog.
(Anonymous) on January 11th, 2007 10:49 pm (UTC)
Oh, he got a radar dish yesterday. You see, about half an hour after I posted this, I got a call from my housemate to say she'd come home to find he'd gotten the bandage off. (Completely intact, no less.) So it was back to the vet again (he hates the vet), more bag-escaping and into-lap-climbing, more pills stuffed down his throat and a big dishy collar. He wouldn't come out from under the bed. Even when he was sleeping he looked pathetic. I think I broke his spirit. Poor little sausage.