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Ideal_Rock
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Our Salmonella kittens had their vet work completed yesterday, so they are officially ready to be adopted. Happy and sad, I'm particularly attached to this litter and their eventual departures will leave a hole in my home.
Of course the vet work wasn't without its glitches - nothing has been straightforward with this litter. The vet we use is AGES away (he does discounts for rescues). So we had to drive them up after work on Monday, leave them the night, pick them up Tuesday after work, only to discover when we get home that one of the boys had SOMETHING hanging out of his backside. And by backside, I mean scrotum. Quick text to my vet, he says to 'try to push it back in.'
I do so, after handwashing, and it seems to cause him no pain, but it's not going back in, just comes back out. So AGAIN, we finished work on Wednesday, drove home to get him, and had to drive all the way to the vet and back again. That means that in three days, we drove about 9 hours to and from the vet.
Poor little guy still isn't 'fixed.' Turns out that all vets do open castrations on cats - make the incision, pull out the testicle, sever it, and then the remaining tubing sorta retracts itself back into the scrotum. Rarely, it takes a bit longer for the retraction to happen. Of course that's one of our kittens. So a penicillin/anti-inflammatory injection, and saltwater baths for his bottom for the next few days and he'll be fine.
They are thrilled to be home. THRILLED. When I sit with them in their room (I'm confining them to make sure the girls don't tear their stitches for the first couple of days), they crawl all over me, purring at top volume. I have reach saint status in their eyes for saving them from the evil doctor who was torturing them. My lap is one big mass of crawling, head-butting, purring kittens. It's like being in heaven.
DH got out of the shower tonight and yelled from the bathroom, "For goodness's sakes, I can hear them purring from HERE!"
Here are three of them, rubbing all over me, happy to be home again. The first is Jockey, our smallest kitten, a female. The second is Quinella, the only other girl (the girls are particularly clingy as their surgeries are so invasive and difficult in comparison to the boys). The third is Filly, who turned out to be a boy. He has this odd coloring, you can only just see it in the photo - he is black, but nearly covered in randomly placed white hairs, which get closer together to form a white streak up his back. But then there's his head, which is entirely black, and his tail, which is nearly all white! I call him the George Clooney of the litter, with his salt-and-pepper good looks.
And in other big news, I suspect our newest foster, the ever-expanding Turtledove, is just about ready to pop. She has been overwhelmingly affectionate tonight, just wanting me to sit on the floor with her (so I'm on my laptop), while she purrs and rubs all over me. She's also been spending time in her towel-lined box, something she never does. Her kittens are HUGE - I can clearly see and feel their entire outlines, one protruding from either side of her belly. I have no idea how many she has in there, but they are clearly out of space to grow. She can't even lay down on either side any more, just has to crouch with her stomach expanded in all directions. Poor girl. Methinks it will be tonight or perhaps tomorrow. I've got my alarm set for midnight to check on her. She was sad to see me leave the laundry - she growled at me and licked/bit my toes to try to convince me to stay.
Of course the vet work wasn't without its glitches - nothing has been straightforward with this litter. The vet we use is AGES away (he does discounts for rescues). So we had to drive them up after work on Monday, leave them the night, pick them up Tuesday after work, only to discover when we get home that one of the boys had SOMETHING hanging out of his backside. And by backside, I mean scrotum. Quick text to my vet, he says to 'try to push it back in.'
I do so, after handwashing, and it seems to cause him no pain, but it's not going back in, just comes back out. So AGAIN, we finished work on Wednesday, drove home to get him, and had to drive all the way to the vet and back again. That means that in three days, we drove about 9 hours to and from the vet. Poor little guy still isn't 'fixed.' Turns out that all vets do open castrations on cats - make the incision, pull out the testicle, sever it, and then the remaining tubing sorta retracts itself back into the scrotum. Rarely, it takes a bit longer for the retraction to happen. Of course that's one of our kittens. So a penicillin/anti-inflammatory injection, and saltwater baths for his bottom for the next few days and he'll be fine.
They are thrilled to be home. THRILLED. When I sit with them in their room (I'm confining them to make sure the girls don't tear their stitches for the first couple of days), they crawl all over me, purring at top volume. I have reach saint status in their eyes for saving them from the evil doctor who was torturing them. My lap is one big mass of crawling, head-butting, purring kittens. It's like being in heaven.
DH got out of the shower tonight and yelled from the bathroom, "For goodness's sakes, I can hear them purring from HERE!"
Here are three of them, rubbing all over me, happy to be home again. The first is Jockey, our smallest kitten, a female. The second is Quinella, the only other girl (the girls are particularly clingy as their surgeries are so invasive and difficult in comparison to the boys). The third is Filly, who turned out to be a boy. He has this odd coloring, you can only just see it in the photo - he is black, but nearly covered in randomly placed white hairs, which get closer together to form a white streak up his back. But then there's his head, which is entirely black, and his tail, which is nearly all white! I call him the George Clooney of the litter, with his salt-and-pepper good looks.
And in other big news, I suspect our newest foster, the ever-expanding Turtledove, is just about ready to pop. She has been overwhelmingly affectionate tonight, just wanting me to sit on the floor with her (so I'm on my laptop), while she purrs and rubs all over me. She's also been spending time in her towel-lined box, something she never does. Her kittens are HUGE - I can clearly see and feel their entire outlines, one protruding from either side of her belly. I have no idea how many she has in there, but they are clearly out of space to grow. She can't even lay down on either side any more, just has to crouch with her stomach expanded in all directions. Poor girl. Methinks it will be tonight or perhaps tomorrow. I've got my alarm set for midnight to check on her. She was sad to see me leave the laundry - she growled at me and licked/bit my toes to try to convince me to stay.
I love baby kittens.
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