Tap-dancer, mother of the Climber (15) & the Cherub (12), and girlfriend of Mr. Fixit.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
The kitty is home. He looks a mess, he has a shaved back and leg, two separate sets of stitches on some ouchy-looking wounds, a feeding tube in his neck (makes getting meds and nourishment into him easier), a few bandages; he's filthy and he's already trying to pull the sutures out. But he knows where he is and he is happy about it. So am I.
I have to keep him confined for 6 weeks to help his hip heal. I don't want to be defeatist about this, but I can hear the little voice in my head saying yep, good luck with that once he's starting to feel more like himself! Ah well, we will face that when we get to it.
Meanwhile, I went looking in the spare/junk room for something I could use as a cage, something that we could move around so that he has family near him all the time. And I found our old suitcase, so old it still has some TAA luggage labels on it. As soon as I lifted Basil inside you could tell he thought it was cool. Kitties like a box, they do. He sniffed out his litter tray, then curled up on the blankies and settled for a sleep. He hasn't stirred yet.
*Thank you to everyone who commented here or on facebook, who sent healing thoughts or tried to send money (we are managing but I can't tell you how lovely it was that people wanted to help us, I do know some lovely people) or nagged for updates or worried on our behalf. All of that helped get us through a difficult week. Truly roolly xxx.
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