The silliness of the L-Cat
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jaunthieIt was a very busy and very fun-filled long weekend for all of us. I had a friend visiting from out of town; we went to shows and parties and get-togethers; and my friend wanted to learn about home-canning, so I had fireball-sauce making on the mind even before another friend announced a pepper-roasting party.
Amidst all this activity, L-cat went a bit off of her feed on Saturday afternoon, and seemed a trifle lethargic. We made note of it, but it didn't seem too remarkable to start, so we just kept an eye on her. We guessed that she might have chewed on one of the houseplants and made her stomach upset.
Saturday night, we came home from the pepper-roasting party, and L-cat was no better; in fact, she was a little worse, and wanted nothing to do with her dinner. It was past closing time at the vet, but we determined that if she were no better by morning, we'd take her in first thing. And sure enough, she wasn't, so![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fisherbear took her in as soon as they opened.
She was a little dehydrated, not badly so, but enough to warrant some subcutaneous fluids. The vet hemmed and hawed and didn't like the way her tummy felt. He took an X-ray, and didn't like the way it looked either, but wanted a radiologist to give it a thorough look. Unfortunately, it was Sunday, and there wasn't one handy - not even at the 24-hour emergency place. So she came back home, and we kept a sharp eye on her. The vet called that afternoon to check on how she was, and confirmed that we'd have to wait until Monday morning for the further results of the X-ray, and promised to call no later than by noon with the results.
So Sunday came and went, and L-cat had more energy thanks to the fluids, but still didn't want to eat or drink. Monday morning, the vet called pretty much within minutes of opening, and told us to bring her in right away. Sure enough, the radiologist had confirmed that there was something very wrong with her bowels, and they needed to get in there right away. At this point I'm having flashbacks to poor J and his rapid cancer, or thinking she might have found some wire or something similarly dangerous and swallowed it. L-cat's a chewer.
Fortunately the surgery went well. There was no internal damage, and the vets were able to remove the blocking material from the five different places it had stopped up her bowels. She woke up *hungry*, started eating almost immediately, and turned everyone at the vet's office into her willing slaves through her cute and loving behavior. We were able to bring her home today. She's low-energy, but has a good appetite, and the boy-cats are ecstatic to have her back. So are we.
So what was the cause of all this drama, you ask?
A nylon stocking.
Yes. Somehow L-cat found a single nylon footie, the kind you get at the shoe store when you're trying on shoes. And she ate it, with the unfortunate results discussed above.
Why she ate it, we'll never know.
Sigh.
Cats.
Amidst all this activity, L-cat went a bit off of her feed on Saturday afternoon, and seemed a trifle lethargic. We made note of it, but it didn't seem too remarkable to start, so we just kept an eye on her. We guessed that she might have chewed on one of the houseplants and made her stomach upset.
Saturday night, we came home from the pepper-roasting party, and L-cat was no better; in fact, she was a little worse, and wanted nothing to do with her dinner. It was past closing time at the vet, but we determined that if she were no better by morning, we'd take her in first thing. And sure enough, she wasn't, so
fisherbear took her in as soon as they opened.She was a little dehydrated, not badly so, but enough to warrant some subcutaneous fluids. The vet hemmed and hawed and didn't like the way her tummy felt. He took an X-ray, and didn't like the way it looked either, but wanted a radiologist to give it a thorough look. Unfortunately, it was Sunday, and there wasn't one handy - not even at the 24-hour emergency place. So she came back home, and we kept a sharp eye on her. The vet called that afternoon to check on how she was, and confirmed that we'd have to wait until Monday morning for the further results of the X-ray, and promised to call no later than by noon with the results.
So Sunday came and went, and L-cat had more energy thanks to the fluids, but still didn't want to eat or drink. Monday morning, the vet called pretty much within minutes of opening, and told us to bring her in right away. Sure enough, the radiologist had confirmed that there was something very wrong with her bowels, and they needed to get in there right away. At this point I'm having flashbacks to poor J and his rapid cancer, or thinking she might have found some wire or something similarly dangerous and swallowed it. L-cat's a chewer.
Fortunately the surgery went well. There was no internal damage, and the vets were able to remove the blocking material from the five different places it had stopped up her bowels. She woke up *hungry*, started eating almost immediately, and turned everyone at the vet's office into her willing slaves through her cute and loving behavior. We were able to bring her home today. She's low-energy, but has a good appetite, and the boy-cats are ecstatic to have her back. So are we.
So what was the cause of all this drama, you ask?
A nylon stocking.
Yes. Somehow L-cat found a single nylon footie, the kind you get at the shoe store when you're trying on shoes. And she ate it, with the unfortunate results discussed above.
Why she ate it, we'll never know.
Sigh.
Cats.
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Date: 2010-10-06 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 04:29 pm (UTC)I really miss having pets but with it just being me and I'm gone 8 hours a day I just don't feel right getting one. That and the building I live in is a no pets allowed type. So I play with ry's kitty and puppy when I'm down her way.
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Date: 2010-10-06 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 01:44 am (UTC)Goon!
Nerd!
KIT-ten, don't you know that only great stupid Labradors eat SOCKS?
For heaven's sake, if you're gonna eat something that isn't food eat something KITTENISH! A ribbon, a string, a rubber chicken head (sorry, couldn't resist. i took a rubber chicken head out of a kitten once).
But really. Stick to food.
Glad to know that L is feeling better.
--J
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Date: 2010-10-11 04:18 pm (UTC)And yes, we're trying to encourage her to stick to food. Hopefully she's learned something from this, but I kind of doubt it.