Manasse waddles to the kitchen on unsteady legs, having just been turned into the feline equivalent of a eunuch. He looks a fright: his fur stands up in peaks, and because he's white, the wound on his hindquarters shows up very bloody and red indeed. He can't take two steps without falling over, but I've never seen a cat more headstrong: he insisted on going to the toilet earlier, even if the effort made him puke, and now he's heading for the breakfast bowl, despite the vet's warning that he shouldn't eat or drink before tonight.
He's also not allowed to lick the wound, but how do you stop a cat from grooming?
Manasse, NO!
He's also not allowed to lick the wound, but how do you stop a cat from grooming?
Manasse, NO!
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But he'll be fine in no time, and you know it's for the best.
The girls are behaving quite strangely, too. He's got that anti-septic smell about him, and they're not quite sure what to make of it.
We were alright for about an hour after I picked him up from teh ver's -- but then the anaesthetic wore off and he's proving to be quite a handfull now. He just won't be told.
So I've told him to go ahead and do whatever he likes. I imagine he'll be careful in grooming himself down there (it must be sore), and if he gets nauseous tucking in to his food, so what? I'll just clean it up; as far as the cats are concerned, that's what I'm there for, anyway.
I remember when one of my cats had an operation, we had to sit with her while she drank so she didn't drown in the milk.
It had to be done, so stop fretting. You didn't want to be responsible for lots of unwanted kittens that might have been abandoned or killed inhumanely. Our late dear departed Paddy cat lost none of his maleness (nor has Killer Terrier, come to that) after the snip.
I know, but I'm just a complete worry wort when it comes to my kitties. Manasse went into hiding when one of the girls hissed at him, but came and climbed in my lap soon after. I would have enjoyed it more had I not seen a bloodstain appear on my thigh -- even though the vet had warned me that there might still be a few drops issuing from the wound, it scared the bejeezus out of me.
He's just left my lap for a place in the sunshine. He doesn't appear to be bleeding to death...
It's really simple actually.
I just had a look at Manasse's wound. It's oozing a little, but not enough to warrant another trip to the vet's. But I could cry -- this morning, he had the loveliest little balls a cat could have -- now, there's just a bit of skin left.
Poor kitty, but definitely all cat...as if they would ever take an order from a human.
Just saying!
Stupid cat! He must be starving (not having had anything to eat since last night), but he's just turned up his nose for the beef and kidney cat food I put out.