Posts Tagged tail amputation
The house of kittens is taking its toll on my time.
They are getting bigger, more energetic, more hungry and generally more demanding. It’s so entertaining to see them playing together though and, when I go down to feed them, I usually spend far too much time just watching them.
I had to take little Yuki to the vet last week. She (for he is a she!) still didn’t seem to be able to eat properly and had started to lose weight. The others were more than twice her size and she was getting knocked about a lot at playtime. The vet said she had severe diahorrea and gave me a syringe full of gloop to give her twice a day for two days and some tablets, twice a day for five days. I worried. She has a skull the size of a walnut and trying to force tablets down her was not an easy task.
He also said her tail was broken and disappeared with her for two minutes and, when he reappeared, the above was what was left of her tail. I barely had time to be traumatised.
Since then, she has been gaining weight. She sits in the middle of the food dish so none of the others can get any and sucks up the food noisily and slowly. She generally needs a wipe down with a damp cloth afterward!
This is her now on the left. Still very small and she looks a bit like a guinea pig crossed with a gremlin but look at that little face.
I embarked upon a campaign to get the kittens adopted – apart from her of course as she’s far too little and delicate to leave 😉
I had a surprisingly good response – bearing in mind that kittens are ten a penny in France – and these two have been reserved by very nice families and will be leaving in a week or so.
Then there’s this one.
I sort of let him hide behind me when they came looking because I’m not sure we can be parted. I have a good excuse. Yuki needs to learn play from her siblings and she’s only just gained enough strength to join in the rough and tumble so I can’t keep her on her own – she needs to learn. Well, I can’t can I? Will having six cats make me ‘odd’? Do I care? Maybe I’ll keep him another couple of weeks and then restart the adoption campaign
halfheartedly in earnest. I’m already being picky. My hairdresser told me yesterday that her sister was looking for a kitten and I said I’d bear it in mind but she wants ‘an indoor cat’ because she lives in an apartment with only a balcony and I’m not sure about that.
What would you do? Could you be sensible?