Argh. Goddamned Zilli has done something to make his cast slip. The vet’s not open on the weekends and I don’t know if this constitues an *emergency* (I’m inclined to think not, as long as we can keep him mostly off his feet, which can be accomplished by the use of the cat carrier if necessary). He’s not in pain, just suddenly clumsier and hopping more instead of walking (clubbing) along as he’d been doing. Argh. Dumb, *dumb* cat. He’d been doing so well, and it’s only supposed to be ten more days before he gets the cast OFF. *Argh*!
eta: we went to the vet anyway, just in case. vet said it hadn’t slipped far enough to worry but if it slipped more to come back. and then zilli crapped all over the cat carrier on the way home. oh, god, the stench. :/
eta, again: I think the vet is wrong. I don’t know if the cast slipped further or what, but Zilli’s not using his leg at all properly now and is trying to shake the cast off with a lot more vehemence than previously, and the proper vet (this one is the weekend guy) said if he stopped using his leg to bring him in. It is not easy to write when you’re listening intently for any small sound that might be the cat in pain or danger. -sigh-
Poor cat! and poor you too – I know how bad a stress-crapping-cat can smell. Did he at least manage to keep it off his cast? *shudders*
Let us know if you need anything while you are house hunting and cat nursing.
A stiff shot of something terminally alcoholic might be good…
He mostly managed to keep it off his cast. :/
Do you like single malt whisky? If not we’ll have to go shopping (oh dear! what a shame! let’s go!)