Cock and buggery!
Dec. 9th, 2011 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonPoor little Cookie cat is having a very bad week. On Tuesday she did something manky to the tendon in her back leg, which led to her being doped up on opiates and anti-inflammatories by the vet. This seemed to work rather well in terms of knocking back the pain -- indeed, she resembled nothing so much as one of my young friends who once decided that YES! E and speed would be a GREAT mix!*
Alas, like such a reckless recreational drug mixer, Cookie was not a happy camper. Wednesday was a day of vomiting, which cats will do, so we just observed her. When it had not perked up by yesterday, back to the vet for more checks. This time it was decided to treat the nausea and wait and see. Today she was listless and manky, so back over she went. It appears that her kidneys are not in good shape, which may have one of several alarming causes, but is also possibly caused by a reaction to the drugs. Since she was fine on Monday, we have our fingers crossed that it is an adverse drug reaction, which should resolve in a few days.
At the moment she is trapped in the vet surgery with a drip in her paw, and a deep lack of delight at the world.
On the upside, she is not too badly off and the vets are fairly optimistic, and the vet is across the road from our place, so we can visit her all hours of the day and half the night. Yay vet! We visited the stray kitten pen on the way out, where they have a litter of five very small kittens, just at that tiny and active stage. The vet nurse said they would love a cuddle and a play, but that getting them back into the cage was a trick. She spoke truly! We gave all of them pats and cuddles and let them have a little run around, and then spent ten minutes trying to put five kittens inside the cage without one or more kittens slipping out while the next one was going in. The best effort was four leaping out while we put one inside. If Cookie takes too long to get well and be discharged, I can see us turning into The House Of Many Cats ...
* Kids, despite being sober as a proverbial judge (rather than an actual one) I am the last one to question anyone's desire to be off their face after growing up surrounded by shit-faced hippies. Nevertheless, some things just don't mix. Do your homework, only buy from pharmacology students, and have straight friends with decent first aid or medical knowledge who are not afraid to call Poisons Information or an ambulance, depending on the scale of your cockups! OR, try sobriety! It's cheaper, better for you, and leaves you with memories of all the immensely dodgy things your peers got up to, which ensures FABULOUS Christmas pressies so you don't say a word to their parents or, later, children.
Alas, like such a reckless recreational drug mixer, Cookie was not a happy camper. Wednesday was a day of vomiting, which cats will do, so we just observed her. When it had not perked up by yesterday, back to the vet for more checks. This time it was decided to treat the nausea and wait and see. Today she was listless and manky, so back over she went. It appears that her kidneys are not in good shape, which may have one of several alarming causes, but is also possibly caused by a reaction to the drugs. Since she was fine on Monday, we have our fingers crossed that it is an adverse drug reaction, which should resolve in a few days.
At the moment she is trapped in the vet surgery with a drip in her paw, and a deep lack of delight at the world.
On the upside, she is not too badly off and the vets are fairly optimistic, and the vet is across the road from our place, so we can visit her all hours of the day and half the night. Yay vet! We visited the stray kitten pen on the way out, where they have a litter of five very small kittens, just at that tiny and active stage. The vet nurse said they would love a cuddle and a play, but that getting them back into the cage was a trick. She spoke truly! We gave all of them pats and cuddles and let them have a little run around, and then spent ten minutes trying to put five kittens inside the cage without one or more kittens slipping out while the next one was going in. The best effort was four leaping out while we put one inside. If Cookie takes too long to get well and be discharged, I can see us turning into The House Of Many Cats ...
* Kids, despite being sober as a proverbial judge (rather than an actual one) I am the last one to question anyone's desire to be off their face after growing up surrounded by shit-faced hippies. Nevertheless, some things just don't mix. Do your homework, only buy from pharmacology students, and have straight friends with decent first aid or medical knowledge who are not afraid to call Poisons Information or an ambulance, depending on the scale of your cockups! OR, try sobriety! It's cheaper, better for you, and leaves you with memories of all the immensely dodgy things your peers got up to, which ensures FABULOUS Christmas pressies so you don't say a word to their parents or, later, children.
