Hurtin' Kitty
Irradiated by LabRat
Sorry for the light content again. Zydeco got dropped off at the vet’s early this AM for a dental and what turned out to be very multiple tooth extraction. He had a canine go rotten, and because he’s a stoic little bastard who never betrays any sign of pain or discomfort until he’s ready to collapse, the first indication we had of this was the crap from the infection at the root backing up into his sinuses until he was sneezing it out. Yeah.
The vet’s office managed to forget to call us when he was ready to go home, so between his age, the existing infection, his very much underweight status, and the general anesthesia I spent most of the day engaged in mid-level fretting that was not particularly conducive to creativity.
I needn’t have worried. He lost a lot of teeth (the rot was pretty deep, and pretty extensive), and he seems to have a chronic high blood pressure problem he will be medicated for hence, but he bounced back like a very angry rubber ball and was trying to kill the vet through the bars of his cage. When he got home he raced to where he’s fed and leapt up, then was equally pissed off I had not already served dinner, which he ate with gusto despite what must be pretty significant pain. Aside from the hypertension, bloodwork showed his internals in remarkably good shape.
He’s 13 now, so seeing these signs that my mad little berserker is starting to show the effects of age is making me a little sad. I got him when I was just freshly an adult himself, so seeing him starting to wear out in places is bittersweet.
Less maudlin content tomorrow.
July 27th, 2011 at 6:29 pm
Al the best to y’all and Zydeco. You’ve got to fret, worry and take care of your friends. Sissy, my best friend for 17 years, took her last breath a little ove a week ago. Take care of your friends.
July 27th, 2011 at 6:51 pm
Best wishes to you and Zydeco. I love little furry bastards like that, and trust the dogs have the good sense not to mess with him while he’s hurting.
July 28th, 2011 at 10:33 am
Best wishes to y’all. I have 6 cats (4 inside, 2 out). I love like my kids. Sometimes more-the kids are grown, and can be annoying little dumbasses sometimes. Okay, the analogy is closer that I thought.
July 28th, 2011 at 10:33 am
Oops-than, not that.
July 28th, 2011 at 12:36 pm
The vet removed killing tools. He must be made to pay for that.
July 28th, 2011 at 1:56 pm
Sounds like he handled it better than my oldest cat, who’s not much more than half his age. Course she doesn’t have a drop of that cussed Siamese blood and I swear it does make a difference!
July 28th, 2011 at 3:18 pm
My (*ahem*) wife’s cat is pushing 18, and I swear he’ll live to be 30. He’s taken to waking me up at 5 in the morning, every damn morning, so every time he comes home from the vet with a clean bill of health, I consider it a mixed blessing.
He hasn’t slowed down much since his early teens. With a bit of luck, your guy will plateau and ride out the coming years in the same way.
July 29th, 2011 at 12:21 pm
We lost the kitty-monster a few weeks ago to cancer, and miss all 30lbs (at his height) of him…
My thoughts are with you and Zydeco, and may he maintain his angry furriness without any further bobbles for many years to come….