CatDonna's Cats

I'm guessing that's what the title would be if one of the kitties wrote this.

Before I post the latest photoshoot of Hazel and Fiver [which, by the way, was A BIT OF A DISASTER] I need to be fair and chronicle the recent sterilisations of Chocolate, Lucie and Boonie. Polly went along for her review and blood test.

9:38 am - The Trip To The Vet
was pure kitten melodrama. Choc and Polly were okay and settled into their shared carrier. Lucie ambled into hers quite uneventfully.

Boonie took one look at the carrier and decided there was NO WAY IN HELL he was entering the Dungeon of Doom. This is strange, because he'd played in it before; but Boonie probably could sense something wasn't right this time.

I took some time off work to take them to the vet, and came home to find the husband gently coaxing Boonie, who stood firm outside the carrier, squealing and protesting. During this time, Lucie decided maybe Boonie was right and she should leave, so she calmly toddled out the carrier and went to hide.

Time to be heartless. I just grabbed the boy and shoved. Boonie glared at me, two golden marbles of kitty resentment peering out of the dark carrier.

Then all four screamed and wailed in the car all the way to the vet, Boonie and Lucie leading the chorus. I'd never heard them sound so desperate before. After a while they stopped crying and starting purring loudly to comfort themselves, which sounded even more pitiful. I snuck a look at Boonie and Lucie. They were shivering with fear.

It's not exactly their fault because B + L are almost entirely hand-raised, and have never actually stepped out the house before [their last trip was for vaccs in February, and it was short]. But still, CatDonna must play the villainess.

6:55 pm - Back Home
They were all clearly traumatised to different degrees. Polly was okay once we reached home; she bounded out the carrier and went for a drink and wee. On the other extreme was Chocolate, who hunched up in the carrier for about half an hour before coming out, and then running to hide in the washing machine.

Lucie and Boonie gingerly crawled out their carrier and began hissing/spitting at each other and the rest of the kitties. The redirected aggression was expected after such trauma so I just left them alone for a while to regroup, before feeding them a light meal.

Boonie evidently suffered more from the emotional and psychological pain of abandonment, rather than the actual surgery. As I've mentioned before, our little Casanova is quite the sociable and talkative kitty, so I think the perceived "dumping" hit hard. He wouldn't stop talking and grumbling, raising his voice frequently - like he really needed the talk therapy to get things off his little chest. Or at least to tell me loudly what he really thought of me, evil villainess. And he was pretty clingy for a day or two, following either cat or human anywhere we went.

Lucie and Chocolate were a bit worrying though. They went to hide, and refused both food and water. My other cats weren't this weak after their surgeries. So I had to hunt 'em down and syringe a honey water solution down their throats. They took about three days to recover, and they've both lost weight. Poor things.

Oh before I forget - Polly's ALT count has dropped further from 232 to 160 units. The upper limit for a normal reading is 100. For you new readers or those with short memories, Polly has a congenitally weak liver and ALT measures blood toxicity. So this is a good thing. Milk thistle is a good thing. Heehee.

OKAY okay I know this is a boring post, the "today I picked my belly button and I'm gonna knit a small sock with my findings" type of inane rambling you would FULLY EXPECT to read from a stereotypical Crazy Cat Woman. Indulge me please, I only do this very occasionally. :)

Results of Hazel and Fiver coming up. Did I mention it was a bit of a disaster?


Akan Datang: Please be patient, we are only baby kittens


CatDonna

ps - CHOCOLATE has made her debut over at The Attack of the Tabbies. Check it out!