Monday, February 11, 2013

Not for the squeamish

Or Eddie's very bad, no good day.

Yesterday, Kent noticed a big open wound on Eddie's back leg, up near his bits. Long story not so long, we took him to a vet clinic in a pet store (not the best choice but it was Sunday) and it turned out his right anal gland blew out and his left one was close to doing the same. Three hours and $225 later, we took home our drugged out kitty in a cone of shame.

Only the cone was actually too big and whoever put it on cinched it much too tight. Poor Eddie couldn't swallow his own saliva and could barely (no joke) breathe. So Kent ran back out to a different pet place and came home with the inflatable donut of shame instead.

He's not supposed to groom his open wound for 10 days, and the vet infused it with all sorts of antibiotic stuff. Between the donut of shame and the oozing ointment stuff, I'm sure Eddie stinks exactly like the vet's clinic. As you may recall, Wally hisses and growls at anything smelling of the vet (even himself). So for the last 24 hours, it's been a growl/hiss fest around here.

Poor Eddie is miserable, his brother is a growly mess and even Chloe is getting in on the cranky cat act. As for me, all I really want is no growling tonight. That's just not a pleasant way to wake up.

1 comment:

Ron said...

Poor Eddie. Sleep is the best cure and that, after all, is something cats excel at.

"Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast."