Save Laurels Pussy
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Ears perk up... eyes grow wide
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Oh....I must have read the Thread subject too fast...I thought it said "Shave Laurel's Pussy" 
Oh well. I'd still like to hear about the kittens.
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Oh well. I'd still like to hear about the kittens.-CoolCucumber
Laurel
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No, the pussy-shaving thread will be started later...
Yep, Laurel did it again! Tuesday night, one of the one of the girl cats that we've known her since she was a baby brought her two kittens (neither of them could've been more than 2 weeks old) onto our porch. Once of them was dead by morning. The other was in really bad shape. Ants were already crawling on him. He barely moved. When I picked him up, I saw that his belly was bright blood red with flea residue. His gums were white. His eyes were puffy and glued shut with eye gunk.
I washed his with flea shampoo, then tried to unglue his eyes. I pulled part of the gunk away, and to my absolute horror a bubble of nearly solid yellow gunk - the size of the kitty's eye - boiled out from under the eyelid. I had to call Manu to come help me, it was that bad. (I'm not good with gory stuff, lol.) He helped get out as much of the pus from beneath the eyelid, then we both pulled fleas off the little body while trying to decide what to do. We both knew his chances weren't good, but we couldn't just let him die...so we called up the vet and made an emergency appointment.
We brought the little guy down there. I checked his chest every so often to make sure he still breathed. I was sure he was a goner...he was little more than a skeleton covered in kitty fur. I figured we'd bring him in and the doc would tell us, "Sorry, he's too far gone." So the entire car ride, I'm steeling myself for his death. When we get there, they take him back immediately, and we wait in the waiting area. After a few minutes, a nurse beckons us back. I'm assuming they're going to give me the whole "time to say goodbye" speech.
She leads us back to this room with little operating tables and instruments and lights...and there's the little trooper, looking so tiny as one of the nurses was trying to take blood from him. I felt this rush of tears - partly because he looked sooo small, and partly because I knew that they were going to try to save him. The doctor on duty - a spunky little blonde chick, you'd like her, she cracked me up - said that his heart sounded good, but that he was severely anemic and needed a blood transfusion! Imagine that - for a cat!! She asked around trying to figure out who in the office had a cat that'd they be willing to bring in RIGHT NOW to donate. One of the nurses volunteered hers, and she rushed out the door. Manu & I stood and watched as they give him oxygen and put a catheter in his leg. Doc told us that she was going to test him for feline leukemia and feline AIDS, then if both were negative they would go ahead with the transfusion and call us back at around 6pm.
At 5:45pm, the doc calls. The kitty's negative for both diseases, and is doing well after the transfusion.
Long story even longer...the little guy is in the other room in a cage we bought to house the first kitty we rescued. He's got a teeny little catheter full of fluids in his arm. I've been up every couple of hours for the last 48 hours or so trying to push a few drops of formula down his throat. In the morning, we'll be back at the doctor's office for a check-up and possibly another transfusion. The good news is that the doctor said she knows someone who would love to take the kitty if it survives the next few days, which is a relief.
So there you go...I'm tired, but happy. I can't believe he's alive. Of course, I'm now totally behind my real work and my site stuff (any "must-see" threads in the last day or so? email me!), but what can you do...
So there you go...you asked for it!
Yep, Laurel did it again! Tuesday night, one of the one of the girl cats that we've known her since she was a baby brought her two kittens (neither of them could've been more than 2 weeks old) onto our porch. Once of them was dead by morning. The other was in really bad shape. Ants were already crawling on him. He barely moved. When I picked him up, I saw that his belly was bright blood red with flea residue. His gums were white. His eyes were puffy and glued shut with eye gunk.
I washed his with flea shampoo, then tried to unglue his eyes. I pulled part of the gunk away, and to my absolute horror a bubble of nearly solid yellow gunk - the size of the kitty's eye - boiled out from under the eyelid. I had to call Manu to come help me, it was that bad. (I'm not good with gory stuff, lol.) He helped get out as much of the pus from beneath the eyelid, then we both pulled fleas off the little body while trying to decide what to do. We both knew his chances weren't good, but we couldn't just let him die...so we called up the vet and made an emergency appointment.
We brought the little guy down there. I checked his chest every so often to make sure he still breathed. I was sure he was a goner...he was little more than a skeleton covered in kitty fur. I figured we'd bring him in and the doc would tell us, "Sorry, he's too far gone." So the entire car ride, I'm steeling myself for his death. When we get there, they take him back immediately, and we wait in the waiting area. After a few minutes, a nurse beckons us back. I'm assuming they're going to give me the whole "time to say goodbye" speech.
She leads us back to this room with little operating tables and instruments and lights...and there's the little trooper, looking so tiny as one of the nurses was trying to take blood from him. I felt this rush of tears - partly because he looked sooo small, and partly because I knew that they were going to try to save him. The doctor on duty - a spunky little blonde chick, you'd like her, she cracked me up - said that his heart sounded good, but that he was severely anemic and needed a blood transfusion! Imagine that - for a cat!! She asked around trying to figure out who in the office had a cat that'd they be willing to bring in RIGHT NOW to donate. One of the nurses volunteered hers, and she rushed out the door. Manu & I stood and watched as they give him oxygen and put a catheter in his leg. Doc told us that she was going to test him for feline leukemia and feline AIDS, then if both were negative they would go ahead with the transfusion and call us back at around 6pm.
At 5:45pm, the doc calls. The kitty's negative for both diseases, and is doing well after the transfusion.
Long story even longer...the little guy is in the other room in a cage we bought to house the first kitty we rescued. He's got a teeny little catheter full of fluids in his arm. I've been up every couple of hours for the last 48 hours or so trying to push a few drops of formula down his throat. In the morning, we'll be back at the doctor's office for a check-up and possibly another transfusion. The good news is that the doctor said she knows someone who would love to take the kitty if it survives the next few days, which is a relief.
So there you go...I'm tired, but happy. I can't believe he's alive. Of course, I'm now totally behind my real work and my site stuff (any "must-see" threads in the last day or so? email me!), but what can you do...
So there you go...you asked for it!
Laurel
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Re: Why bother?
I don't know...I've asked myself that question, and I guess it comes down to if you want the world to be a better, kinder, more humane place, you can't just sit back and expect it to happen. This guy at my old work used to bitch about what a-holes everyone was and how no one cares about anyone else, yet he wouldn't help a coworker change a tire when she had a flat because he was "too busy". You're either a part of the solution or a part of the problem.
Okay, maybe none of us here will negotiate peace in the Middle East. Maybe we won't single-handedly stop world hunger. But no big evil is felled in one swoop - it takes lots of little swoops. One kitty isn't much, but it's something. The money I donate to kid's charities isn't a fortune, but it helps in some small way. If each one of us took every opportunity to improve our little area in some way - putting our shopping carts back instead of leaving them where they can bang into someone's car, NOT honking at a driver who knows they just made a mistake, complimenting a stranger or acquaintance, holding a door open for someone with their arms full, SPAYING & NEUTERING YOUR PETS - then imagine how much easier all of our lives would be!
It's not altruistic - it's selfish. I want to live in a world where people have respect for each other, and other beings. I don't want to be one of those people who bitches about the cruelty of others while being insensitive to my own. Ya gotta put up or shut up...
Guru said:
I don't know...I've asked myself that question, and I guess it comes down to if you want the world to be a better, kinder, more humane place, you can't just sit back and expect it to happen. This guy at my old work used to bitch about what a-holes everyone was and how no one cares about anyone else, yet he wouldn't help a coworker change a tire when she had a flat because he was "too busy". You're either a part of the solution or a part of the problem.
Okay, maybe none of us here will negotiate peace in the Middle East. Maybe we won't single-handedly stop world hunger. But no big evil is felled in one swoop - it takes lots of little swoops. One kitty isn't much, but it's something. The money I donate to kid's charities isn't a fortune, but it helps in some small way. If each one of us took every opportunity to improve our little area in some way - putting our shopping carts back instead of leaving them where they can bang into someone's car, NOT honking at a driver who knows they just made a mistake, complimenting a stranger or acquaintance, holding a door open for someone with their arms full, SPAYING & NEUTERING YOUR PETS - then imagine how much easier all of our lives would be!
It's not altruistic - it's selfish. I want to live in a world where people have respect for each other, and other beings. I don't want to be one of those people who bitches about the cruelty of others while being insensitive to my own. Ya gotta put up or shut up...
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Must be Season of the Cat
Laurel, if I knew you wanted a new kitten I could have sent you one or two or six. I just took them to the animal shelter after rescuing them from certain canine death. They are offspring of a stray cat that was born last summer in my garage. Since mama cat is still on the prowl, I expect to see more kittens late summer.
It bears repeating: PLEASE SPAY OR NEUTER YOUR PETS!
So far this year I have taken 9 cats and 4 dogs to the shelter. As far as I know only one dog found a new home.
Laurel, if I knew you wanted a new kitten I could have sent you one or two or six. I just took them to the animal shelter after rescuing them from certain canine death. They are offspring of a stray cat that was born last summer in my garage. Since mama cat is still on the prowl, I expect to see more kittens late summer.
It bears repeating: PLEASE SPAY OR NEUTER YOUR PETS!
So far this year I have taken 9 cats and 4 dogs to the shelter. As far as I know only one dog found a new home.
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Re: Re: Why bother?
And your response above should be a thread of its own.
Cool kitten story- I'm also a sucker for any animal.Laurel said:Guru said:
I don't know...I've asked myself that question, and I guess it comes down to if you want the world to be a better, kinder, more humane place, you can't just sit back and expect it to happen. This guy at my old work used to bitch about what a-holes everyone was and how no one cares about anyone else, yet he wouldn't help a coworker change a tire when she had a flat because he was "too busy". You're either a part of the solution or a part of the problem.
Okay, maybe none of us here will negotiate peace in the Middle East. Maybe we won't single-handedly stop world hunger. But no big evil is felled in one swoop - it takes lots of little swoops. One kitty isn't much, but it's something. The money I donate to kid's charities isn't a fortune, but it helps in some small way. If each one of us took every opportunity to improve our little area in some way - putting our shopping carts back instead of leaving them where they can bang into someone's car, NOT honking at a driver who knows they just made a mistake, complimenting a stranger or acquaintance, holding a door open for someone with their arms full, SPAYING & NEUTERING YOUR PETS - then imagine how much easier all of our lives would be!
It's not altruistic - it's selfish. I want to live in a world where people have respect for each other, and other beings. I don't want to be one of those people who bitches about the cruelty of others while being insensitive to my own. Ya gotta put up or shut up...
And your response above should be a thread of its own.
doctor_insanus
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Just an opinion...
You kick ass, Laurel!
You kick ass, Laurel!
Cheyenne
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She was "fixed" at six months, to start with.Laurel said:
Cheyenne - how's Cheyenne?
And she learned a new trick this morning! She can jump from the railing on the stairs across the foyer and up to the plant shelf on top of my closet at the front door! Cats before her learned that trick quickly. It took her two years to figure it out. But she sure sat there proud as can be when she did it. Yup, I took her picture looking down at me.
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